Page 52 of The Bitter Rival

“Sebastian.” I hear bounce about the room. My name on her lips, causing my balls to draw up.

“I’m going to fill that pussy so full of come, you little tease. Is that what you want?”

“Yes!”

My climax has begun. I only hope hers is close because there’s no holding back now. I’m growling animalistic sounds of lust into her ear as I fuck her mercilessly.

Her nails dig into my ass just as I feel the first spurt of seed shoot into the condom. “Bella,” I moan as I empty into her. Her beautiful cries of pleasure surround me as my body jerks within her.

Completely spent, I’m almost unable to move as I feel my heart rate slowly return to normal. Continuing to place tender kisses on her throat, I slowly move us onto our sides to withdraw and remove the condom. Carefully placing it beside the bed, I roll back to her. Pulling her against me, so that her cheek is nuzzled against my chest, I slowly stroke her hair and back. I’ve never felt so in tune with another person. This has to be more than sex. This connection is too intense to be merely physical. Feeling my breath returning to normal, I place kisses on her temple as I run my fingers through her wild mane.

Her gentle breath dances over my skin, and I start to wonder if she’s awake.

“Stay with me?” I whisper into her hair. The words should startle me, that I’ve said them out loud. Yet, there’s no use denying I want her here.

“I can’t.”

I want to reassure her, but I admit I’m disappointed.

“Austin’s with my brothers. I’m already going to be facing an inquisition when I arrive. They were supposed to be watching him so I could cram for my final exam. But Kat called, and I gave in to agirl’snight.” I feel chuckling against my chest and know she’s called Kat on her matchmaking, just as I have.

“It’s okay, GG. Austin comes first. I understand. This has still been the best birthday I could’ve asked for,” I say, kissing her temple once more. And it’s the truth. Unable to fight it any longer, knowing all too well she can show herself out, I succumb to the beckoning sleep brought on by high dollar scotch, post-orgasm fatigue, and the magic of Isabella.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR

Sebastian

As my body senses the arrival of dawn, I roll onto my side and inhale what I know is only lingering remains of Isabella’s scent on my pillow. Opening my eyes, I confirm she’s gone. My regular morning erection still holding out hope she might have accidentally fallen asleep.

Clank.

I jolt up from bed. What? Did she stay? My heart rate picks up as I spring from the room and come down the hall toward the kitchen. As I round the corner, I come face to face with Sam.

“Jesus, put that thing away before you hurt somebody.” He laughs, cracking an egg into a frying pan.

“Jealous?”

“Whatever.”

I grab the conveniently deposited clothing off of the floor from the night before and don my boxers before my irritation at the man in front of me returns front and center.

“Why the hell are you here?”

“I thought you were expecting me. Door was open.”

I recall the events of last night. We were in a bit of a rush. I could see where that could’ve happened.

“Why would I have been expecting you? Never mind.” I walk past him to start the coffee and catch the array of food items spread about the counter. Hmmm, something tells me these are mine. “Don’t you have a kitchen?”

“Long story…”

“Yeah, I’m really not interested.”

“So, who’s your little friend?” he asks while flipping the fried egg gently in the pan.

“Who?”

“Oh, don’t play dumb with me, Bas. I saw her leave.”

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