Page 20 of Tempting Sebastian

She laughed again and said, “Yeah, sure. Kick me out. The truth hurts. Pull your head out of your ass, Bash. I’ll see you next week for Thanksgiving. Don’t be a dick between now and then.” Then she turned and left, leaving me standing in the middle of the living room.

I dragged myself upstairs and stopped in front of Jackson’s closed door. I raised my hand to knock but paused. I didn’t even know what to say to him. I gave him a goddamn hand job in my sleep. Stepping away from his door, I went to my room and sat down on the bed. The hotel replayed over and over in my head. I couldn’t get it to stop. It had been on a loop, every day since then. I haven’t felt that good in years. But it wasn’t real. It was a mistake, but it was a mistake that I wanted to make over and over again.

I laid back, staring at the ceiling, completely frustrated with myself. Was Jackson seeing someone? Was he really? I couldn’t blame him if he was. I’d basically been avoiding him since that night. I hated the thought of someone else touching him. Tasting him. Smelling him.Citrus.His smell never left my nose.Fuck.Didn’t he know that? He had to know that. My cock was leaking precum at the thought of him. It was maddening and all I wanted to do was walk down to his room, ask him if he wanted this too and then slide my tongue down his throat. I would pull his mouth to mine and taste him. Then I’d taste every inch of him. I wanted to worship him like he deserved.

My head fell back as I palmed my cock and thought about that night again. The sounds he made, the way he thrust backinto me to get closer. The way he thrusted into my hand. The feel of him, the shape of him. The smell of him. I couldn’t stop it. The way he moaned,Sebastian, oh god…Over and over, it replayed in my mind, and it was torture. My whole body was shaking as I came onto my stomach. The sounds coming from me were strangled as I tried to be quiet.

Letting out a breath, I laid there for a moment before getting up and hopping in the shower. Everything was terrible. Jackson had unexpectedly infiltrated every space, and I had to figure out how to deal with it.

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The following week at work went quickly. It was a three-day work week. We’ve always given the staff Thursday off for Thanksgiving and Black Friday off. It’s always nice to have a long weekend.

Jackson woke up early to get started on the turkey and cooking. He and Quinn made all the arrangements for the day. Ian was coming over alone. He said his date was spending the day with family. Jackson said he invited a friend.A friend.I was seething at the thought that this could be the person he said he was dating.

Jackson yelled to me from the kitchen. “Sebastian, can you set the table. I think there will be six of us in total.”

I walked into the kitchen to grab everything. Seeing Jackson gliding around the kitchen in an apron was pretty cute, but also the most annoying because my feelings hadn’t subsided at all. I wanted to see Jackson in my house and kitchen all the time. I never wanted him to leave.

Reaching into the cabinet, I grabbed the plates out, setting them on the counter below. When I turned around, Jackson had slipped on a towel that had fallen on the floor and fell backwardsinto me. I quickly caught him, bringing him upright but when I did, he was too close. His ass was right against me, instantly making me hard. Fuck. My body reacted to him instantly every time he was close. He took a deep breath, which told me he felt it too, but he didn’t move.

Please move.I thought it, but I didn’t say it because there it was again.Citrus.I brought my hands to his hips and leaned into his ear and in a low voice, I asked, “Are you ok?” There was a desperation or a need in my voice that I hadn’t recognized before. Gripping his hips harder, waiting for his answer, he took a step backward, just slightly, pinning me between the counter and his ass.Move, Jackson. Before I do something again…Again, I wanted to say it out loud, but I just couldn’t.

“Answer me, Jackson.” I ran my nose along his neck behind his ear, taking in the smell of him again. I could feel his body shaking beneath my hands. The way he was so lightly rubbing against me. He was tempting me.

“I’m… I’m…” He started to say something before the doorbell rang, snapping us out of whatever trance we were in. My hands dropped and Jackson jumped and went to the door. I cleared my throat and walked out of the kitchen, through the dining room, and to the half bath around the corner before anyone could see me.

Standing in the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror and then down at my cock. My raging hard, angry cock that couldn’t keep it’s shit together whenever Jackson was around.

I could hear Jackson talking. “Come on in. You can hang your coats in the closet there.”

“Where’s Bash?” Quinn asked. My mom was with her. Great. I looked flushed and I just wanted to get in my car and go for a drive to clear my mind. That’s what I was going to do. Run to the store.

I came out of the bathroom to see Quinn and Jackson were standing at the counter. “Quinn. Where’s mom?”

She said, “She’s in the living room watching her judge shows.”

I rolled my eyes. “Okay, I’m um… I’m going to run to the store really quick. I just realized we don’t have any soda, and I like soda with my meal.”

“Since when?” She smirked. She was such a dick.

I said, “Since now, Quinny.” I tilted my head at her, giving her a look that told her I wanted her to shut the fuck up.

She pursed her lips together. “Right. Enjoy the drive.” I needed to get out of there. Thanksgiving couldn’t be over fast enough. I felt like I was suffocating.

Chapter 16

Jackson

Holy fucking shit was all I kept repeating in my mind. He was so hard and the way he was gripping my hips, and the way he whispered in my ear. I froze. He felt too good, and I didn’t know what to do. I had never been so happy to be interrupted by a doorbell. Quinn knew something was up with him by the way she teased him.

Just before Sebastian left, I asked him, “Can you also grab whipped cream? I forgot to get that for the pumpkin pie.” I licked my lips and caught the way Sebastian’s lips parted as he stared at me.

“Yeah. I’ll be back,” he said, and then rushed out the door. I giggled inside.

Quinn turned to me and said, “Soooo. Are things any better since last week?”

I gave a nervous laugh. “No. We’re still not talking much, and I don’t know. I shouldn’t have lied to him, Quinn.”

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