S: Stay there.
Me: Yes, sir.
When he doesn’t message me back after a few moments, I assume he got busy, or he’s happy that I’m not driving home. I had no intention of drinking tonight, but it was hard to resist the offered wine and girl talk.
Letting out a sigh, I set my phone down onto the coffee table. Disappointment rolls off me in waves, but I don’t understand why, until Ava returns with Viktor right on her heels. Downing the last bit of the wine, I hate that I’m feeling jealous of my best friend. It’s a strange feeling, too.
It’s not that I’m not happy for her, because I am. Viktor is so good to Ava, and he literally would do anything for her. It’s just … I want that, too. I want someone to hold my hand, as we walk down the stairs. I want someone to caress me tenderly with love in their eyes.
I want someone to love me unconditionally.
Feeling guilty, I look away from my friend, keeping my gaze down. I hear them talking in Russian, and for once, I’m glad I don’t know what’s being said. I’m sure they’re professing their love, or if Viktor is anything like his brother, it’s something more erotic. Either way, I’m thankful I don’t understand them. It makes the bitter pill easier to swallow.
“Are you sure you’re okay with the pull out?” Ava asks, as she helps me get my bed ready for the night.
“Of course, this is perfectly fine.” I don’t add there isn’t any other option, unless I want to snuggle with Gabbie. I could, but I also know how crazy that kid sleeps. The last thing I want is to wake up with a black eye. “Thank you for letting me stay, and for the sleep shirt.”
Thankfully, Ava had some extra t-shirts, and was kind enough to let me borrow one. Next time, I will remind myself to bring an overnight bag just in case.
“You’re welcome, and you already know you can stay anytime you want.” Just as I finish placing the pillows on the bed, a knock sounds at the door. “Who the hell is here this late,” Ava questions with a frown.
Before she can go to the door, Viktor rushes past her, beating her to it. I hold back a laugh, as Ava turns back to me with an annoyed glance. As she shakes her head, Viktor opens the door, and nerves suddenly fill my stomach. I’m not sure why I’m freaking out, but the feeling is there, whether I like it or not. As soon as Viktor moves to the side, I realize why I’m feeling nervous.
Sebastian walks inside, and as soon as he’s through the threshold, his gaze finds mine.
My face warms, as his intense and hungry eyes stay locked on mine. Is that why he told me to stay here, so he could come over? If so, why not just tell me? Is that why I felt so nervous before? Honestly, deep down, I wished for this very moment. I wanted him beside me, doing whatever he wanted to do.
And now, he’s standing a few feet in front of me.
“So, are you staying, too?” Ava asks him.
Suddenly, I worry Viktor and Ava aren’t okay with this. I never once thought it would be weird for them, and I feel like an asshole. I’m already crashing on their pull out couch, and now, Sebastian is most likely going to stay, too.
“If you’re alright with it, I would like to stay,” Sebastian politely answers, and my heart begins to race, as I wait for Viktor to shut him down.
When Viktor glances at me, I hold still, wondering what his answer will be. He raises an eyebrow, before turning back to his brother, saying something to him in Russian. Irritation flows through me, knowing Viktor must not want me to know what he’s saying. Looking over at Ava, her face flames, as she covers her mouth. Confusion and worry make my stomach drop, before I realize she’s holding back a laugh.
She lets it slip, as she says, “Vik, come on. Let’s go to bed.”
Viktor lays a hand on Sebastian’s shoulder, and then he grabs his wife’s hand. Once he leads her to the stairs, he turns back to me, saying, “Goodnight.”
Glancing back to Sebastian, I ask, “What the hell was that?”
He doesn’t answer me, but instead, he makes sure that the door is locked, and then slowly takes off his socks, followed by his shoes. Next is his belt, followed by his watch. The more I watch him the more the need inside of me grows. It starts out slow, but now, the flames are trying to consume me.
As he begins to unbutton his shirt, I swallow. His gaze is on mine, and who knew watching a man undress could be so damn sexy. His green eyes never once waver, as he takes off his shirt, and then tosses it on the back of the couch. I begin to pant, as my eyes roam over his naked chest. My fingers even twitch, wanting to touch him everywhere he’ll let me.
He’s perfection, standing still for me to gaze at.
I’m so focused on his hard abs, defined chest, and arms that I don’t even realize he’s taken off his pants, until he adds them on top of the couch by his shirt. Shaking myself out of my lustful daze, Sebastian makes his way towards me. With each step, my heart pounds, and I wonder if he can hear it. Lord knows that’s all I can hear at the moment. My face warms, seeing his boxer briefs, hugging his cock just in all the right places.
“Get in bed,” he commands, making me jerk my gaze away from his cock. Swallowing hard, I do as he says, wishing he hadn’t caught me staring. It’s hard not to though. Every time I’m around him, my eyes
