Chapter Eight

Liz

“Do you really have to leave?”

Sebastian turns around as he buttons his shirt, and my breath is stolen at just how perfect the man looks. And when he tosses me that sexy smirk of his that used to annoy me when I was younger, I find myself falling deeper in love with him.

A part of me isn’t entirely convinced that this isn’t a fever dream. The past three days spent with Sebastian as his girlfriend have been the best days of my life. I am not entirely sure we’re even playing pretend anymore. Every time he has introduced me as his girlfriend and the love of his life, I fell for the lie a little more.

It can’t be a lie.

The kisses feel way too real for it to be anything but the truth. The way he holds me even when we are alone makes me believe that the man has fallen as deeply in love with me as I have with him.

“I’m sorry, kitten. The label wants to talk in person. I will only be gone for a few days, and you can stop skipping classes in the meantime.”

“H-how did you know about that?”

He raises a single brow as he walks to me, settling down beside me on his bed. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find out you’ve been skipping your online classes?”

“Maybe.” To be fair, we haven’t done much talking. The time we’ve been alone has been spent mostly making love. It’s not just the classes that I have been skipping, but I’ve been getting to work late too. Although I don’t want to admit it to myself, I am afraid that this is the only chance I will ever get to be with Sebastian. I want hoard every moment with him before I have to share him with the rest of the world.

I want to touch him. Kiss him. Talk to him. I want to know his most intimate secrets and share mine too.

I would have loved to spend a little more time with him, but last night he got a call from his manager to head back to the city. Although I haven’t let it show, a part of me is terrified that I will not get to see him again once he leaves. The last time he left Valor Springs, he spent an entire decade away. Even though we were not together and the man was oblivious to my feelings, I still missed him. Every time I walked to my bedroom window to see his empty one, sadness would strike my heart.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I snap to the present when his hand closes over mine. I try to convince myself that there is no use worrying about our future when he promises to come back to me. I have waited for years to be with him. I can wait a few days.

I flash him a smile, shaking my head as I move closer to him. “It’s nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

My eyes drop to the shirt that is halfway undone, revealing the tattoos on his chest, and I am reminded of how I spent last night running my tongue over them. Kissing and licking every inch of his body. I finger the buttons of his shirt before slipping my hand through the gap and tracing a finger over the beautiful ink on his firm muscles. “I remember the first tattoo you got.”

I see it in his eyes. The urge to call me out for changing the subject, but he decides to let it go. “How do you which one was my first?”

“Because I heard your mom yelled at you for it. She was so loud, I couldn’t help but hear.” I chuckle at the memory. “I thought it was funny that you chose to get a skull tattoo of all things, and then show it to your Catholic mother.”

“She almost sent me packing.”

“Yeah, but then she came around,” I say, tracing my finger around his nipple. He hisses when I graze it as I circle the tattoo on his pec. “This was the second one you got.” I slide my hand down his firm chest to his side where a snake tattoo disappears around his back. “This was next.”

“You have a perfect memory, don’t you,” he chokes out, and I notice the bulge in his pants grow with every caress.

I slide my hand along the ink pattern that stops at his V-line, fingering the spot and watching with satisfaction as his eyes fire up with lust. “This one is my favorite,” I whisper, my eyes on the straining fly of his pants.

“Is it now?” I break into a fit of giggles when he wraps his arm around my waist and rolls me to my back on the bed. His bed. The same bed I spent years watching him sit on as he played his guitar, and now, I’m on it with him. With the man I have loved for as long as I can remember. “You are a damn tease, you know that, right?”

I bite my lip and blink innocently at him. “I was only showing you my favorite tattoo.”

“We both know that’s not true.” He slides his hand under my dress and grabs the waistband of my panties before yanking them down. “Look, what you’ve done now. Waking a beast when I barely have time to spare.”

“We can stop if you want,” I offer, pushing up my hips against his. Sebastian tears the panties off me completely before nudging my hips open with his knee to expose my sex further. I let him, parting my thighs for him, my sex pulsing needily for his cock. In the last couple of days we’ve been together, I have begun to fear that I may be a sex addict. I want him inside of me, always!

I feel like I will die without his hands on my body, and a part of me is terrified of how I will cope in the few days he’s away. Addict or not, it’s clear to me that only he can bring out this feeling in me.

Is it possible to be addicted to one person and their cock? I didn’t think it was until Sebastian.

Only he gets to touch me like this. My pleasure belongs to only him!

“You are so fucking wet, kitten,” he rasps when he slides his fingers through my slick folds, feeling the wetness there. I let out a shuddering breath when he slides his thick digit into my sodden sex, slowly thrusting in and out of me.

“Need to feel you,” I whimper, my hands dropping between us to unzip his slacks. “Want you inside of me.”

“Fuck, baby!” His voice turns hoarse when I slide my hand into his briefs and take out his cock, jerking his massive shaft in my hand. “You are so fucking horny. Your pussy is practically begging for my cock.”

“ Please .”

I am trembling when he finally draws out his fingers and grabs his cock to guide it to my pulsing sex. Even after all the sex we’ve had, I still wince at the size of his cock when he slams it into me. Christ, he’s so big, filling and stretching me with his thickness. It doesn’t take long for me to adjust to his massive girth before he starts pounding into me, eyes locked on mine and his hot breath fanning my lips. It’s so hot and intimate, it sends my heart clenching painfully for the man who is about to leave me.

I hope this is a short goodbye and that soon, he’ll be back in my arms.

“I love you.” The words slip out before I can enforce my brain-to-mouth filter, and his eyes widen in surprise. I want to take the words back or play it off like it was a mistake, but I don’t want to lie to myself or him anymore.

“Fuck, kitten. You know just how to undo me,” he growls, rocking into me hard. “The grip you have around my heart is unlike anything I have ever felt before.” His hand drops between us, and he finds my swollen bud, strumming it as he hammers into me, filling me with his pulsing sex with every drive. “There is no going back after this, Lizzy. Mine!”

Everything becomes a haze of lust and feeling as his flesh smacks into me in fast rough pounds. I bury my hands into his skin, scratching a path down his chest as he pumps into me like a madman, assaulting all my senses with his scent, his touch, and the way he looks me. Almost like I am the most important person in his life.

“Harder,” I whimper, my eyes rolling to the back of my head when he does that just. It’s brutal the way he takes me and…it’s perfect.

I claw his skin, and a sob climbs up my throat when I feel the pressure in my core threaten to burst. Quick pants saw in and out of my throat and my body starts trembling seconds before it all explodes in a million little fireworks that shoot through every part of my body.

My back arches off the bed as the orgasm takes over my system, my sex clenching hard around his thick shaft. “Fuck yes, baby, come all over my cock,” he says roughly, stroking my sensitive bud until I am a whimpering mess. “It’s so fucking hot how your juices are dripping all over me, kitten.”

I am still trembling when Sebastian pulls out, flipping me around onto my knees, then hammering into me, grinding hard into my sex and using me like I’ve always imagined he would. He combs his fingers through my hair and grabs a fistful, tugging hard as he slams his cock into me, and it takes only three more pumps before he comes with a roar. His muscles tense behind me before he floods me with his warm seed, pumping into my sensitive pussy until I have milked him of every drop.

I heave out a breath when his muscles go lax over mine. “That was…”

“I know,” he rasps, leaning down to kiss my shoulder. “Perfect. Everything about you is perfect, kitten.”

He rolls over and pulls me into his arms. We both have places to be and people waiting for us, but it seems neither of us is willing to break the embrace. Doing so will mean finally letting him leave, so we lie down on his bed, staring at the ceiling for what feels like hours. Neither of us stir until we hear the sound of a phone ringing somewhere in the room.

“I need to go, kitten,” he says, hugging me tighter to his side.

“You’ll only be gone for a few days, right?” I ask, trying and failing to hide the insecurity in my voice.

“Two days tops,” he says, pressing his lips against my temple. “I promise to be in touch the entire time and come back to you as soon as I have settled things with the label. I left in such a hurry, and that’s why I need to go back and sort things out.”

“Okay,” I say, choosing to trust his words. “I need to get to work too. Abby won’t be happy if I am late again.”

Pulling away from the embrace proves to be the hardest thing for us, but we manage to do so. Sebastian even offers to drop me off at the hotel, and that too is difficult. “I’ll call you, kitten,” he flashes me a smile, and I nod, waving off his car as he drives away. I stand right outside the hotel until his car has disappeared, and even then, I find it hard to walk inside. There is an emptiness that settles in me now that Sebastian has left, and try as I may, I find it hard to ignore the panic that he may not come back.

“Don’t be stupid, he promised you, didn’t he?” I murmur before letting out a laugh. I’m being pathetic, pinning over the man even now that I finally have him. The rest of the world already knows that I belong to him. He called me his .

“Lizzy, what are you doing out there?” calls out a voice, and I turn around to find Abby waving me in. She has a grim look on her face, and I wince, figuring she’s mad at me for being late to work again. I flash her a small smile and make my way up the short stairs to where she is standing.

“Abby, I know you are mad, but…”

My words trail off when she steps up next to me and twines her arm with mine, and I realize that the look on her face is not anger, but something akin to pity. “Lizzy, I…I don’t know how to tell you this.”

“What?” I ask, suddenly terrified that something happened to the hotel while I was busy slacking and having sex with Sebastian. “Please tell me no one was hurt while I was…”

“It’s about Sebastian.”

My heart nearly stops at her words. The man and I just parted a few minutes ago, and I am half terrified to ask what is going on, but I need to know. “What about him?” Abby runs a hand down my shoulder in a soothing manner, but all it does is make me even more nervous. “Abby, you are scaring me. What’s is it?”

There is that pitying look again. “Come with me. I need to show you something.”