Sebastian relaxed, his thighs parting slightly.
“It’s not a burden. Besides, if not me, are you going to ask Henry? Can you imagine the bachelor party he’d throw?” Sebastian joked.
Oliver laughed. That was better.
I brushed my lips over Sebastian’s thumb, and he shifted in his seat.
“God no. I actually have some requests regarding that,” Oliver said quickly.
“Let me guess—no strippers?”
I smiled as Sebastian’s hand stilled against my face. He resumed stroking my bottom lip with his thumb, and I flicked my tongue out to graze it lightly, this time with intent. His hand curled gently under my jaw.
“No strippers,” Oliver agreed.
“It’s not like I want them, but good luck keeping them away from our little brother,” Sebastian said, his voice sounding a bit unsteady. He inhaled deeply as I leaned forward, letting his thumb slide into my mouth and over my tongue.
“And no deserted island getaway either,” Oliver added.
“It’s got to be a getaway. Come on, Oli,” Sebastian protested.
“Fine, just don’t let Henny help too much,” Oliver conceded.
Unable to resist, I took his thumb all the way into my mouth, sucking lightly.
Sebastian adjusted himself in the chair. “I promise I won’t,” he replied.
I released his thumb, guiding his index finger into my mouth. As I swirled my tongue around it, he leaned forward slightly.
“Are you okay?” Oliver asked him.
Triumph bubbled in my chest. I released it and let his middle finger join in.
“I’m fantastic, Oli. I just need to make a call before heading out. Why don’t we have lunch on Sunday? You can walk me through what you want—just us,” Sebastian suggested.
“Sure. You’re going to be back next weekend?” Oliver asked.
I continued running my tongue over his fingers, lightly nipping them with my teeth.
“Yeah,” Sebastian answered.
“You’ve been in the city a lot lately,” Oliver noted suspiciously.
“And I expect you’ll see more of me. Now both of my brothers live there. Plus, I have a lot of work to take care of. Ari loves it.”
I paused, frowning. Who the fuck wasAri?
“That’s actually nice, Ash. I’m glad,” Oliver said warmly.
I bit down on Sebastian’s fingers. He tried to pull his hand back slowly, but I held onto his wrist.
“So, I’ll see you Sunday? I’m sorry, I really have to make that call,” Sebastian insisted.
“Sure, and thanks for agreeing,” Oliver said, the chair scraping as he stood.
“Thanks for asking, Oli. Truly, I’m honored,” Sebastian replied.
I sucked on his index finger once more, pulling away slowly before releasing his hand.