that isn’t going to keep him up tonight, then I don’t know what will.
Chapter Five
Seth
Holy fucking hell. I have half a mind to turn my car around, kick her door down and force her to ride me…I can’t imagine her mother or her brother appreciating that very much, though. I smile to myself. What a sexy little minx. She did it on purpose, too; undoubtedly because I chose not to have sex in the shower tonight which, by the way, was a fucking hard decision, especially after I already had her taste on my tongue. I didn’t avoid having sex with her purely because I wanted to rock her world without demeaning her in front of Jackson and Selena who, let’s face it, love to torment her every chance they get. I also didn’t have sex with her because I wanted to show her that I’m more than happy taking care of her without wanting anything in return…girl’s love that shit, right?
“ I like being close to your lips…I like to feel your breath on my face or in my ear and I like it when your hands glide over my arms and shoulders.”
T o think the whole time I was thinking romantically, Olivia’s train of thought was the complete opposite of mine—naughty. I never intended to say that to her. It just flowed so easily from me, without thought and it wasn’t the first time today I’d said something I never intended to. I told her this afternoon that we’d have forever to do other things. What the hell was I thinking? Olivia and I haven’t really spoken about the future. I’m certain I want to marry her and be with her forever, but I know she doesn’t expect that from me and I don’t want to come off too strong. Will I ever have the balls to ask her what she wants? Will I ever have the balls to ask her to marry me? I’ve come close to asking a million times, but I pussy out at the last minute. It’s not like me. I’m very upfront. I say what I want and ignore the consequences, but I can’t fuck this up. It needs to be perfect. It needs to be everything she’s ever wanted. When I said ‘forever,’ I felt her eyes on me—analyzing me. I wanted to look at her, to read her expression, but I didn’t for sake of being scared to see her displeased. I felt the disbelief in her posture. It was an uncertain hunch, like she was unsure if I’m for real or not.
I am.
I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life. I need Olivia. I need her to wear the ring I give her, carry my last name, and live in the house I buy for us and our family, if we have one. I haven’t asked her yet because I’m scared. What if she says no? What if this relationship is only fun—temporary? I can’t handle that. I can’t take no for an answer and I won’t. To be without her isn’t an option. I run my hand over my face. There I go sounding like a fucking serial killer again . I can’t help it, though. In my mind it’s her or nothing.
***
I open my door with caution, unsure of what I’m walking into. Knowing Jackson, he’d start in the pool and finish somewhere between the kitchen and the front door, doing God knows what. I slip inside and close the door behind me. The house is quiet. There are no moans—or screams—it’s silent, as if everyone is in bed. With a sigh of relief, I kick off my shoes and pinch the bridge of my nose, hoping to fend off some of my tiredness until I get into bed.
“Hey man, you’re back.”
I stop in my tracks, slowly turning my head toward my living room. Jackson is sitting on the couch shirtless, but with pants on—thank fuck—and a cold beer in his hand. I scan the living room, looking for Selena. I wait a few seconds before I respond, expecting her to pop out from somewhere. She doesn’t.
“She’s sleeping ,” Jackson says, sipping on his beer.
I notice the way his jaw clenches and on Jackson, that’s never a good sign. I wasn’t gone longer than an hour, but I guess that’s plenty of time for them to fuck and fight.
I
Chapter Five
Seth
Holy fucking hell. I have half a mind to turn my car around, kick her door down and force her to ride me…I can’t imagine her mother or her brother appreciating that very much, though. I smile to myself. What a sexy little minx. She did it on purpose, too; undoubtedly because I chose not to have sex in the shower tonight which, by the way, was a fucking hard decision, especially after I already had her taste on my tongue. I didn’t avoid having sex with her purely because I wanted to rock her world without demeaning her in front of Jackson and Selena who, let’s face it, love to torment her every chance they get. I also didn’t have sex with her because I wanted to show her that I’m more than happy taking care of her without wanting anything in return…girl’s love that shit, right?
“ I like being close to your lips…I like to feel your breath on my face or in my ear and I like it when your hands glide over my arms and shoulders.”
T o think the whole time I was thinking romantically, Olivia’s train of thought was the complete opposite of mine—naughty. I never intended to say that to her. It just flowed so easily from me, without thought and it wasn’t the first time today I’d said something I never intended to. I told her this afternoon that we’d have forever to do other things. What the hell was I thinking? Olivia and I haven’t really spoken about the future. I’m certain I want to marry her and be with her forever, but I know she doesn’t expect that from me and I don’t want to come off too strong. Will I ever have the balls to ask her what she wants? Will I ever have the balls to ask her to marry me? I’ve come close to asking a million times, but I pussy out at the last minute. It’s not like me. I’m very upfront. I say what I want and ignore the consequences, but I can’t fuck this up. It needs to be perfect. It needs to be everything she’s ever wanted. When I said ‘forever,’ I felt her eyes on me—analyzing me. I wanted to look at her, to read her expression, but I didn’t for sake of being scared to see her displeased. I felt the disbelief in her posture. It was an uncertain hunch, like she was unsure if I’m for real or not.
I am.
I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life. I need Olivia. I need her to wear the ring I give her, carry my last name, and live in the house I buy for us and our family, if we have one. I haven’t asked her yet because I’m scared. What if she says no? What if this relationship is only fun—temporary? I can’t handle that. I can’t take no for an answer and I won’t. To be without her isn’t an option. I run my hand over my face. There I go sounding like a fucking serial killer again . I can’t help it, though. In my mind it’s her or nothing.
***
I open my door with caution, unsure of what I’m walking into. Knowing Jackson, he’d start in the pool and finish somewhere between the kitchen and the front door, doing God knows what. I slip inside and close the door behind me. The house is quiet. There are no moans—or screams—it’s silent, as if everyone is in bed. With a sigh of relief, I kick off my shoes and pinch the bridge of my nose, hoping to fend off some of my tiredness until I get into bed.
“Hey man, you’re back.”
I stop in my tracks, slowly turning my head toward my living room. Jackson is sitting on the couch shirtless, but with pants on—thank fuck—and a cold beer in his hand. I scan the living room, looking for Selena. I wait a few seconds before I respond, expecting her to pop out from somewhere. She doesn’t.
“She’s sleeping ,” Jackson says, sipping on his beer.
I notice the way his jaw clenches and on Jackson, that’s never a good sign. I wasn’t gone longer than an hour, but I guess that’s plenty of time for them to fuck and fight.
I
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