Chapter Five

Sebastian

As I make it back down to the lobby, I am convinced that I have ruined things between Lizzie and me, but when I walk up to her at the desk, an apology on my lips, I am met with a nervous smile. She is not alone at reception, but even with the company, I expect her to tell me to fuck off or something along those lines. I took things a little too far in the hotel room, and I deserve whatever she has in store for me, except she doesn’t seem angry.

I brush my hair from my face when I stop in front of her, but she speaks up before I can offer my apology. “Sebastian, your mother just called me,” she whispers, leaning in so my words don’t carry to the others in the lobby.

Her words take me aback. “What? How does she have your number?”

Lizzie rolls her eyes at me. “We are neighbors, remember?”

Oh, right. “Why would she call you?”

“She saw your Instagram post and wanted to confirm that the girl on your post was me.”

“Fuck! Why didn’t she just call me instead?”

Lizzie shakes her head. “I don’t know, but she wants to talk about it. She knows you are in town and said she and your dad want to have dinner with both of us.”

Fuck, I should have called my family when I arrived, but I was in a hurry to see Lizzie and clear things up between us before the news got to her. A part of me forgot how small Valor Springs is and how fast news travels. Someone probably called my parents the second I arrived in town.

“You don’t have to go with me to see my parents, Lizzy.”

“Your mother was really insistent about both of us joining them for dinner, but I don’t think I can make it anyway. The hotel check-in is open till late into the evening, and I can’t leave Abby to handle everything on her own.”

“Yes, you can,” chimes in the voice of the person who has been pretending not to be listening in on us. “You should go and see your in-laws, Lizzy. Besides, I can James will help me close up.”

“They are not my in-laws” Lizzie cuts herself off, letting out a loud sigh. “I can’t leave you to handle reception alone, Abby. We’ve been getting so many calls today, and you are new to all this. I don’t want you getting overwhelmed when I should be here helping you. You do pay me to manage the hotel, after all.”

“I’ve already called in help.” Abby waves her hand like she’s batting away Lizzy’s concerns.

Lizzie blinks at her boss. “You have?”

“Yeah, one of the people we’ve been interviewing for the job. She’ll be here in half an hour or so. I asked her to come in for trial shift.”

“Are you sure you’ll be okay without me here?”

“Shush, go grab your things and then go see your in-laws for dinner,” Abby says before leaning into whisper to Abby, though she barely lowers her voice. “And make sure you tell me everything tomorrow.”

Lizzie offers her a smile before turning away. I watch her disappear through a door I imagine leads to the back, leaving me alone with her boss and friend, who immediately drops her smile. Amber eyes narrow on mine, and I let out a sigh, expecting a speech on how I should not hurt her friend or something along those lines.

“Are you using Lizzie to boost your career?”

Definitely not what I was expecting. “What?”

“I told you, I am a fan. I saw the news about how your bandmates got wasted at a party, trash talked you, and leaked all your new songs. The mess was all over social media. That was until you made that post about Lizzy, and now it’s all anyone is talking about.”

Fuck! Of course, people were going to make the connection, and although that was my manager’s plan, it’s not why I want Lizzie playing my girlfriend. “I like her. I won’t deny that my label thinks a relationship will be good for my image, but that’s not why I’m interested in Lizzy.”

“I want to believe that, but I’m not convinced. Lizzie was visibly upset when she came down here. She wouldn’t say what you did to her, but I know it was something,” she accuses, and guilt slams into me with such vengeance. Lizzy’s friend circles the desk and stops next to me, her eyes glaring at me when she speaks. “I may be your fan, but I will have you know that Lizzy’s cousin is a retired Marine. If you hurt her again, I will send him after you.”

“No need. I’ve known James for a long time. I’m well aware of how scary he can be when he’s fired up. I’ll fix things with Lizzie right now.”

Abby is all too eager to point out where I’ll find her. “That door leads to the kitchen, and the backroom is at the end of the hall.”

I nod briskly and walk away. Everything is just as she said, and I don’t bother looking around as I walk straight to the door at the end of the hall. I don’t knock, simply pushing the door open to find Lizzie sliding into her coat. Her head shoots up when I walk into the room, and her eyes widen in shock when they lock on mine, and just like that, I forget what it is that brought me here.

Christ above, she’s beautiful. She has always been a pretty girl, but something in me changed when I saw that photo, and now, I can’t see her the same way I used to.

“Sebastian…”

I kick the door shut behind me and walk over to her, grabbing her waist and yanking her hard against me. She lets out a sharp breath, palming my chest, but makes no move to escape my hold. My eyes drop to her sensual little mouth, and the need to kiss her climbs up my throat and threatens to choke me.

This is not why I came in here. I know this. I came here for…something, but, Christ, I can’t remember to save my life. With this girl pressed flush against me and her tits pushed up against my chest, I can’t grasp onto my thoughts long enough to make a logical decision. My cock is thick and heavy in my jeans, begging for release that only this girl can provide.

I want her.

Lizzy’s eyes briefly stray toward the door, but I grab her chin and force them back on me. “No one is coming in here,” I say raggedly, and she shivers against me, whether from the words or my touch, I can’t tell.

Her tits rise and fall, her breaths growing short when I slide my palm under her sweater and drag my fingers up her back, causing her to let out a shaky breath. “What are you doing, Sebastian?”

“Finishing what I started, kitten,” I rasp, finding the clasp of her bra once more and tugging it free. “I shouldn’t have let you leave that room without showing you what it means to be my girlfriend.”

“You mean a fake girlfriend… Oh!” She whimpers when I slide my hand to her front, cupping her perfect globes and rubbing my thumb over her puckered nipples. “Jesus, Sebastian…”

I slam my mouth down on hers, and she whimpers again, opening up for me this time without any coaxing. Her hands slide up my shoulders and she twines them behind my neck as she kisses me back with enough hunger to match my own.

Fuck, she wants this as much as I do.

With a barely muted growl, I push her against the lockers, sinking my tongue into her and pulling at her addictive flavors. The kiss is wet and dirty, downright obscene, but I am a gone man. One with a beast clawing in him to take this girl, possess every beautiful inch, and claim her as mine. I grab the back of her left knee and bring it up to my hip, rocking my hard dick between her jeans-covered thighs. She moans into the kiss, gripping my shoulder as I thrust my cock against her sex, but it brings me little relief.

“I need to taste you, kitten. Want you to ride my tongue and cream all over my chin,” I say into the kiss.

She gasps, her eyes soft and glassy. “H-here?”

“Here,” I say firmly, my hands dropping to unbutton her jeans and tug down the zipper. Her breath hitches when I yank down her pants along with her panties before sliding my hand between her legs. A rough growl slips out when my fingers graze her sex and find her folds slick with arousal. I slide my middle finger between her feminine lips, and she cries out, her back arching off the lockers.

“Oh, God,” she cries when I ride my finger to the center of her sex and graze her swelling clit. Fuck, she’s wet. I knew she would be, but, Christ, she’s dripping with arousal, her channel pulsing needily around my finger, and I question if she’s ever had anything inside her little pussy before. Taking her inexperience with kissing, I am doubtful she’s let anyone this close to her.

Does that mean I am the first man to touch her? The one she’s letting take all her firsts?

“You’re so gorgeous, kitten,” I tell her, trailing my mouth down her neck, and her head falls back to allow me more access. I lick the smooth column of her throat, inhaling her sweet scent as I tease her sex with my thumb, rubbing circles around her clit. She whines and writhes against me as I start to kiss a path down her body, pushing up her sweater with my free hand before dropping my lips between the swell of her sexy tits. Her pert little nipples beg for attention, and I am weak to resist as my mouth closes hungrily over a rosy bud. I lose myself in the taste of her. Her skin against my tongue is addictive, and so are the little broken noises she makes when I roll my tongue around the taught peaks.

My breath is ragged when I break away, my cock heavy and threatening to tear at the zipper of my jeans if I don’t take it out.

I need her!

Never before have I been consumed with desire so overwhelming for a girl. I’ve never lost my mind with the need for not just release, but for her pleasure as well. I am not a selfish lover in any sense of the word, but the need to please my partner has never been this strong. All-consuming to the point I can’t see or think beyond her.

I want to give her everything. I want to take everything!

Mine!

She gasps when I drop to my knees, tugging down her jeans the rest of the way. She bites at her lips, peering down at me as I help her step out them. I break my gaze from hers and drop it to her sex, sucking in a sharp breath when my eyes lock on her bare, wet folds, and fuck, she’s perfect. “You have no idea how goddamned amazing you are, kitten.” My voice is thick with need, and I imagine my gaze is as well when I look up. “I should have never let you walk out of that room without showing you just how much I want you. I didn’t want to stop. I shouldn’t have stopped. Let me make up for my mistake, kitten.”

A tremble racks her body when I trail my hands up her thighs, pushing them wider. “Sebastian…I need to tell you something,” she whispers nervously, her words morphing into a gasp when I grab her left knee and bring it to my shoulder, further exposing her sex. Need pushes me to taste her, my mouth already watering for her flavors, but I hold back.

“What is it?”

“I… God, why is this so hard to say?” she whispers, running a shaky hand through her hair. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“I know.”

“Wait, what do you mean? Oh!” her back slams hard against the lockers with a barely muted cry when I slide my finger between her legs and rub my thumb over her feminine lips, slowly parting them to reveal her aroused sex.

“I like that no other man has touched you,” I say thickly, rubbing circles over her clit and causing her to jolt hard against me. I lean in and kiss her inner thigh, breathing in the sweet, peachy scent of her sex. “No other man gets this privilege but me!”

Her lips part with a sob when I lick over the valley of her sex, gathering her sweet arousal on my tongue. A deep growl climbs up my throat as her flavors flood my mouth, causing my dick to leak endlessly in the tight confines of my jeans.

More . A voice roars for me to take more. I dig my fingers into her hips as I drag my tongue over her clit, bathing it in fast strokes.

“Sebastian!” she sobs, falling backward against the lockers once more. Her hips move restlessly as she eagerly rides my tongue. The little broken sounds she makes at the back of her throat work to spur me on. That, and the taste of her.

Christ, I could grow addicted to her intoxicating taste. And the way she responds to my touch. Even the way she loses her shyness and boldly digs her fingers into my hair, pushing me harder against her sex, seeking that sweet release only I can give her, that only I will ever give her.

Mine!

My eyes search hers as I close my lips around her clit and apply light suction. I watch hungrily, drinking in her expression, as her lips part with a soundless scream and her eyes roll back. I drop my gaze to her flushed, juicy tits that shake as she rides my face. Her pussy begins to quiver against my tongue when I increase pressure on her clit, a tremble racking her body seconds before she explodes.

Her fingers tug at my hair and her sex clenches hard around my tongue as she climaxes, painting my chin and jaw with her arousal. She chants out my name as I pleasure her through the orgasm and doesn’t stop until the storm subsides.

“God,” she heaves, her body still shaking with beautiful spasms even as I climb to my feet. Her face is flushed and her eyes drowsy when they lock with mine. She looks so fucking gorgeous, and I can’t help but imagine how she’ll look with my cock buried inside of her, but I am not about to pop her cherry in here.

My hands drop to my dick, tugging down my zipper to pull out my cock when her much smaller hands close over mine. “Let me,” she says nervously. I notice the flush on her cheeks deepen as she slides her slender fingers into my jeans, gasping in surprise when her hand closes over my cock. “It’s so big.”

“I can’t wait any longer,” I grit out, dropping my forehead to hers. My breathing comes in pants when she tightens her grip and uses both of her hands to stroke me.

“Is…is this okay?”

“Perfect,” I choke out, my balls drawn tight with the need for release. My muscles tighten, the tingle at the base of my spine letting me know how close I am to exploding. I hiss when her fingers brush the head of my cock, using the moisture leaking down my shaft to ease her strokes. “Fuck, kitten. I’m so close. God!” I growl, thrusting into her grip, and it only takes a few moments before I come with a rough grunt. Her surprised cry rings in my ear as I spill an endless string of thick white cum on her palm in fat spurts, but she doesn’t stop stroking me. I paint her stomach with my seed, marking her as mine until I’m spent.

My mouth seeks hers once the climax has eased off, dragging my lips hotly over hers until we’re both out of air. “Am I forgiven?” I rasp against her lips. “Can we go now and meet my family?”

“Please don’t talk about them while I still have your…um, your thing in my hand.”

I chuckle at her words. “My thing?”

“Stop. You know what I mean.” She licks her lips, avoiding my gaze when I push back to look at her, and Christ, she’s a vision. I have already claimed this girl in front of the entire world, and many people, including her, will believe it’s just a publicity stunt.

I guess I’ll have to convince her and the rest of the world that Elizabeth Fae is mine, that my feelings for her are real.

“Let’s get out of here,” I say, fixing her sweater before looking around for where I tossed her jeans. We clean up with the wet wipes she keeps in her bag before she slides back into her panties and jeans, and I straighten my own clothes. The room smells of sex, but there is little we can do about that.

“I can’t believe we just did that in here,” she whispers, and I lean back to watch her finish getting dressed, slowly coming to terms with my feelings for her. “Do you think anyone heard us?”

“Not yet, but they will if we don’t leave now. I am barely holding back from touching you again, kitten.”

She blushes, avoiding my gaze when she speaks next. “You better not call me that in front of your parents.”

“I can’t make any promises.”