Never Been Loved(45)

"As soon as Captain Jack comes on screen, it's quiet time. No  interrupting. I get really into it, so I might fidget or make noises, or  whatever. No judging allowed."

I kiss the top of her head again, because I want to, and she gets even  closer to me. This could be one of the better days of my life.

Johnny Depp is a mastermind when it comes to acting. I mean, I didn't  know it until just now, since Blow was the only movie I've ever seen  with him when I was younger. I might admit to Sera that I want to be a  pirate, just to see her smile, watch her eyes get all big and  interesting.

When the movie's done, Sera checks her phone, and starts moving to her  kitchen to make something to eat. She opts for calling the person, and I  look around her kitchen trying to figure out without a map where she  stashes all the pots, pans, and everything else we're gonna need.

I'm going to make her my specialty: grilled cheese sandwiches. I get the  butter from the fridge, the pan from the cupboards and some bread and  Singles ready to go.

"Sorry, Hunt, I had to take that," Sera says, walking back into the  kitchen, all smiles. It feels like she's opened up my chest cavity and  grabbed onto my heart  –  I'm still living and breathing at her command. I  get a wave of dizziness that I can't really explain  –  is it the sugar,  or something else?

She looks down at the flipped grilled cheeses, and licks her lips. Then she frowns at the food and looks up at me, worried.

"Is this enough food for you? Do you have more protein next door? I ran  out of everything  –  I have to go grocery shopping tomorrow."

She's amazing. Absolutely amazing.

I've never had anyone be so accepting of what I have, of my limitations; it's all easy with her, so damn easy.

"I'll be good. I've been to the gym already, and you only have brown  bread so the sugar intake goes down some." I'm not embarrassed talking  to her about it, I never thought that would be possible.

She gets plates, moving around me while I man the stove, squashing down  the sandwiches so the cheese will melt. Sera pulls down four green  glasses, and I realize they're Ninja Turtles like the old cartoon I used  to watch when I was a kid.

Nerdy all the way through.

I love that she snags away her favourite and leaves me to decide. I grin  down at the glass, watching Raphael's mug stare up at me.

She gets the beer, and we move to the living room, sitting down on the  couch. She'd pulled aside a stack of DVDs before I finished up the  grilled cheeses and I'm shown some pretty awesome movies, watching her  watch them like it's the first time.

She practically lives the stories along with the characters and I don't  think I've ever seen anything more beautiful. I also notice the shit out  of her having drunk three beers. She keeps smacking her lips and her  cheeks have gone pink.

She's going to kill me, I know it.

"Hunt, you wanna play a game?" she asks, moving in her spot practically  plastered to me. Ah, fuck, I'm going to die. She's going to end me right  now.

Drink up, asshole. You're going to need it.





Chapter 23



"Depends," I say, drawing it out. Sera's tipsy, and she's looking at me  like she knows what she wants. The beer might just give her that little  push to take a chance on me, a real chance.

Wouldn't it suck if you kiss and you're utter shit at it?

"How about you be the teacher and I be the student?"

She can't be doing this to me. Not now. Flashes of her body on top of  mine, under mine, left and right as I watch her come over and over again  by my hands and mouth.

I'm panting like I've gone hard at the gym for a solid hour.

It's all in her hands now.

While she's looking at me, and she knows who she's with, I have to be  sure. I won't be a substitute for an alcoholic haze. Fuck that.         

     



 

Her hands reach out and fall on my cheeks. I'm sure she can hear the  thing in my chest sprinting against my rib cage, and her eyes are glued  to my mouth.

Fuck, baby, please. Please.

"I don't know what you want," I whisper, as she moves closer and closer to me. Fuck this, just plant one on her.

Shut up! This is her call!

I want to taste her-fuck, do I. I can't tear my eyes away from her mouth.

"I want to play a game. You're going to pretend to teach me how to kiss."

Shit.

A smile tugs my mouth, and I stare at her, eyes drooping. My dick  twitches and I'm going to have serious problems real soon. Fuck, what is  she playing at?

"Baby, just kiss me. You can't do anything wrong."

She moves to her knees, swings a leg over and makes contact with my thighs.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. We're in trouble.

I clench her thighs while my lips pull back from my teeth.

She's going to kill me.

"Sera, how much have you had to drink?"

I know exactly how much she's had to drink. Didn't know that she needed  some liquid courage to get this close to me. But something happened to  her in the past, something I don't know about yet, but hopefully will.  All I need to do is erase it from her memory and replace it with  something better.

Starting now, with her on top of me, and me barely keeping my shit calm.

"I'm good, Hunter mou," she purrs, and says the last word with a wicked  smile. My stomach clenches, and my dick is really throbbing now. I  swallow past my dry throat, and try to take a deep breath.

Don't move your hips, don't fucking move. Just watch how it plays out.

"I really am. I just want to play. You'll let me play, won't you?"  Sera's hands are at my throat then around my neck. Christ, I didn't know  it would be like this.

She's so beautiful, so alive, so healthy, and for some odd fucking reason, she wants me to kiss her.

If I was a cheesy bastard, I'd say dreams come true.

She gives me another slow smile, licking her lips, knowing exactly what  it's doing to me, how it's making me lose my calm. I want her, I want  her right now on this couch. Then the bed. Repeat five times.

"I don't get it. Just kiss me. We don't have to play games," I say, wondering what the hell is going on.

Her fingers tighten around my neck, and she stares at me for what feels like years.

I chew on my lip and watch her eyes flare at that, her breathing coming  faster. She sits more firmly on top of me, pulling us closer, and like a  fly caught in a spider's web I follow along to my destination. I move  my hands to sit at her ribs, thumbs inches away from the paradise of her  breasts, but I check myself, again.

Be a good boy.

"I've been told I'm a really bad kisser."

Well, shit. I didn't see that coming. Then again, maybe I did.

Sera's been skittish since the beginning, nervous around me like I'm  going to assault her. But maybe it was training, years and years of  training in the form of verbal abuse.

I'll hurt them. I'll hurt whoever did this to her. I'll hurt them all.

I scowl at her, hit over the head with disbelief. Who the fuck made her believe that?

"And I want you to teach me how to be a good one."

Fuck, we're in so deep, there's no reason but to go full steam ahead. Just don't fuck it up. Don't fuck it up, MacLaine.

I clench and unclench my hands from around Sera's waist, trying to relax  enough that I can do this for her. She squirms in my lap and waits for  my answer. I let out a growl that probably has me sounding like a crazed  animal. Who the fuck cares?

I have a goddess sitting in my lap and she's asking me, me, to give her something good, something she's never had a chance at.

Yeah, I'll do what you want Sera. I'm going to be the man you can count  on, I'm going to be the one who will be honoured when you're mine.

"Baby, good kissing is about wanting to kiss me."

Sera shivers on top of me. I nearly come in my jeans.

"Do you want me?"

"Yes," she moans, pulling on my neck and moving me closer until we're  glued together from the hips up. Her hips jolt closer to me, and she  almost  –  fucking almost  –  settles right on top of Junior, and stars  explode behind my eyes.

She moves even closer, so that her upper arms are on my shoulders, and  we're staring at each other, eye-to-eye. She's the most beautiful thing  I've ever seen.

"Good, baby. Now come a little closer-uck." I groan when she settles on top of me, and growl, "And give me your mouth."

Her mouth trembles under mine, so I go slow, I go easy.         

     



 

Sera's body shakes under my hands, trembling  –  because of me?

Everything's riding on this, but fuck, we're mouth-to-mouth and it's exactly where I want to be.

I pull back, and make eye contact.

"Do you want me?" I ask, breath tearing out of me. I jump and fidget  underneath her, 'cause I need her closer, I need us to do this longer,  better, fuck, forever.

She nods, pinching her eyebrows together again, and I'm floored all over again how cute she is.

"Then show me. Kiss me like I'm the only one you'll ever want."

Smooth, asshole. That was smooth.

She's nervous, completely nervous. I'm going to kill the person who did  this to her. A slow, long death, with a hell of a lot of torture.