“It’s fine, Sebastian.” I caught his hand and kissed his knuckles. “It’s on me too. You’re not an asshole.”
He quirked an eyebrow at me. “You did sorta push my buttons on purpose.”
I laughed, nuzzling his neck. “No regrets. Just can’t forget the condom next time.”
He played with my hair, rubbing it between thumb and forefinger. “You make me crazy like that, I can’t be held accountable for how I react. Poke a bear, you’re gonna get bit, sweet thing.”
“I’ll remember that,” I murmured.
“Good. You better. ’Cause honey, you want wild, you’re gonna get wild.”
I reached down and toyed with his penis. “I think I proved fairly well that I can handle all the wild beast you’ve got.”
He hardened in my hand, watching with glinting, hungry eyes as I fondled him to erection. “Think you fairly well did.” He grabbed my hips and threw me on top of him. “But I think you might need to do a little more proving.”
I reached over and took a condom from the drawer, ripped it open and rolled it onto him. “I think I might be know a few more tricks.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
I spun around to face his feet, slipped him inside me. “Better grab onto something, Sebastian. I’m about to rock your world.”
“You just did, I thought,” he said, taking hold of my ass.
I watched him over my shoulder as I rode him reverse cowgirl, starting slow. “That was just an appetizer.”
“Then I can’t fuckin’ wait for the main course.”
“It starts with a little something like this…” I swiveled my hips in wide, slow circles.
“Ho-ly shit—”
14
Sebastian
It’d be a damn dirty lie if I said Dru and I didn’t spend the rest of the day fucking. And, sweet Jesus, the woman was absolutely insatiable. We fucked and we fucked and we fucked, and she’d be all over me for more as soon as my cock was ready, and Dru Connolly was so goddamn gorgeous I was always hard within ten or twenty minutes.
Finally, she passed out. We’d gone into my room at somewhere around one in the afternoon, and it was eight at night before she fell asleep in my bed, my flannel sheet draped low over her sweet round, juicy ass, the rest of her bare and so beautiful my breath caught just looking at her. When I knew she was asleep, I tugged on a pair of workout shorts and left my room. My brothers were all clustered in the living room around the TV, playing a video game.
But as I stood there and thought about it, a few things were different.
There was a new TV mounted on the wall, and it was HUGE. Like, sixty inches at least, probably closer to seventy—the old one was nearly four years old and less than fifty inches. The TV was goddamned enormous, but it was barely two or three inches thick, and it had a slight curve to it, and the picture was so crazy crystal clear it made my head spin. Also, a few hours ago I didn’t possess a video game system, but I did now.
The game they were playing had the screen split into four quadrants, each showing something different. It was a shooter of some kind, but that was all I really knew. I’d never had time for video games growing up, although the twins and Lucian were addicted to them, and even Xavier to a lesser extent.
I stood in the hallway watching. Canaan and Corin had shown up apparently, so now the living room was a howling den of cacophony. Baxter, Zane, and Xavier were squished together on the couch with controllers in their hands. Canaan and Corin were standing behind them, and Cane had a controller in his hands while Cor stood beside him, shoving him and shouting directions: “NO, you fuckin’ idiot, over there—NO, the other direction, yes, right there, now go down that hallway—”
Xavier was his usual quiet intense self, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth, rocking slightly back and forth as he navigated the fantasy world of the game—HALO, it looked like, probably the newest version, but what did I know? Zane and Baxter were both shouting too, elbowing each other, cursing each other out, roughhousing even as they played. Brock was sitting in the easy chair, a beer in his hand, watching the game, a content smile on his face.
Then Brock saw me. “At last the wild creature emerges from his lair!” he said in a drawling, over-the-top Australian accent.
Which stopped the game as six pairs of eyes turned on me. Canaan and Corin both moved at the same time, in that freaky instinctive synchronization they had. They dropped their controllers and came over to fling their arms around me and crush me in bear hugs.
“BAST!” they shouted in unison.