by Kristy Marie
“You know what you need, Mav?”
Oh hell. I know that look. Any time Sebastian’s head cocks to the side and that ridiculous damn dimple pops, he’s up to no good.
“What you need is a bad fuck or a mediocre blow job. Wait, no, I got it!” He shuffles in his chair excitedly and winks at me. It’s hard to keep a straight face. “A sloppy rim job! That would loosen you up.”
Maverick doesn’t look up from his cards, and Sebastian takes that as his cue to keep talking. “See, you don’t need a good dick sucking, just a simple, mediocre, wet the tip and fondle the balls until you’re so frustrated you come, just so you can send the pretty little thing home. You need to loosen up, Mav. Accept that people aren’t perfect and need to learn.”
Sebastian takes a breath and pauses, waiting on Maverick to comment, but he only lifts a brow in warning which, clearly, doesn’t concern him. “I’m telling you, man. You haven’t lived until you’ve came to the worst fuck ever.”
My stomach churns, but it’s short-lived when Maverick taps out a cigarette and says, “Sebastian, if your friend doesn’t check or bet, I’m going to shove this beer bottle up your goddamn ass and see how you enjoy a sloppy rim job.”
Sebastian spews his beer all over the cards. “And here I thought you were in a bad mood today.” His chuckle is annoyingly cute and it takes a serious amount of effort not to grin at his ridiculousness.
“Dammit, Bash. You got the cards wet.” Rowan wipes off his cards and aims a growl in my direction. “Check or bet. Now!”
His deep baritone voice and heavy fist slamming on the table make me jump in my seat. I’m frozen amongst men that could lift me with one hand and toss my fake ass out in one breath.
“I swear to God,” Mav threatens. “I will—”
“Check. I check,” I rumble out quickly, doing my best to make my voice deeper and less frightened. I don’t know what check means, but that’s one of the only two options he offered me.
Maverick nods. “Row?”
Rowan looks at Sebastian and then at Maverick, narrowing his eyes. I don’t know what he sees in their expressions, but whatever it is, he doesn’t like it. “Fuck you both,” he says finally, slamming his cards down. “I fold.”
The rest of the conversation is a blur as Sebastian pokes at Maverick, raising the pot by pushing more chips in, but then Maverick mentions a straight on the river or something like that and we all show our cards. I had a bunch of numbers, which meant absolutely nothing to me, but apparently, it was a losing hand since Sebastian pushes back in his chair and mumbles, “Fuck.”
We lost.
I expected it, but I think Sebastian was hoping I was better at poker than I was. I wasn’t his wing man like he wanted. Honestly, though, I’m just impressed that they didn’t realize I was a girl the minute I walked in.
“Let me win my money back?” Sebastian teases.
Maverick gives him a look that reminds me of a killer about to attack. “No.”
Sebastian chuckles, not even giving a shit about pissing Maverick off. “I guess that’s my cue to go.”
Maverick walks out to his patio, and I stand from the metal chair and give a goodbye nod to Rowan who returns it, surprisingly. Sebastian says something that I don’t catch, but I follow him out, relieved to be leaving the worst game of friendly poker I’ve ever seen.
“You did pretty good in there,” Sebastian notes, as soon as we’re in the parking lot.
I scoff. “No, I didn’t but I had a good time. It’s been a long time since I’ve played poker.” Like never.
“You’ll get better the more you play and learn everyone’s tells.” He starts the engine to the car and I buckle my seat belt.
“Absolutely. I appreciate the invite.”
Sebastian grins and squeals out of the parking lot, heading to his house, where he says we’re going to invite a few people over. Honestly, I’m exhausted, but I can’t bow out now. He’s liable to film tomorrow’s video or at least give me the plans on where to film it. Tomorrow is the day. The day that Sebastian Carrington finally loses. This prank war has been one-sided since it started, but not now. Now, I have the upper hand, and I plan on uploading this entire body cam footage and for once, giving Sebastian exactly what he deserves.
It’s four in the morning and everyone has finally left. I’m tired and my boobs hurt like a bitch from this wrap. All I want to do is cozy up in my flannel and let the girls breathe.
“I think this is the last of the moonshine. Let’s finish it up.” Sebastian hands me the glass of moonshine that I honestly want to vomit at the sight of.
I smile. “Damn straight.” I try to make it sound like I’m excited to get even drunker than I already am. But the reality is that keeping up with a dude’s lifestyle is exhausting, and in Sebastian’s case, a constant state of tipsy.
He raises his glass and I follow, throwing it back and fighting the gag reflex. I can’t afford for him to catch onto me now. I’m almost done. This is for the win.
Sebastian sighs and puts his glass on the counter. “You want to watch the footage from yesterday?”
I really don’t, but something won’t let me leave him for the night. I shrug. “Sure. I got a little time before I need to meet up with my side piece.”
I cringe but mask it quickly when Sebastian just shakes his head. “Alright.” He moves to the sofa, plugs in the camera, turns it on, and hits play, but instead of yesterday’s footage, it’s a video of me. Well, me as a girl.
“Wait, wrong thing. Hang on.” He tries to skip it, but it’s just more and more footage of me out on the patio watching a movie on my iPad.
I nudge his leg. “Looks like this is more than prank footage.”
Sebastian rakes a hand through his hair, hitting the fast forward button before he quits and unplugs the whole thing. “It’s not what it looks like,” he says, leaning back onto the sofa. “I admire her.”
Tingles rush through my stomach and I’m sure it isn’t the moonshine.
“I thought you hated her.”
Keeping his eyes closed, he presses his palms to his head and sits up. “It’s weird. It’s like I hate to love her and I have no idea why. Maybe it’s because she’s smart and so goddamned sexy. She’s every man’s dream, but yet, she can’t stand the sight of me.” He scoffs. “It’s the first time I’ve ever wanted a woman and she hasn’t wanted me.”
Suddenly my lips are pressed to his. They’re warm and soft and—
“What are you doing?” Sebastian jumps up from the sofa, and I stand, holding my palms up and forgetting I’m supposed to be a man when I apologize. “I’m so sorry.”
His eyes widen and narrow to my head. Shit. I reach up and find my wig has shifted. “Guess the secret is out, huh?” With an apologetic grin, I pull the rest of my wig off, letting my dark hair fall around my shoulders.
“What in the mother of all fucks?” Sebastian’s mouth falls open. I’ve shocked him. That’s understandable. It’s quite the difference. “Have I been roofied?” He scrubs a hand down his face over the dusting of hair.
“Am I foaming at the mouth?” He asks me seriously. “Where’s my phone? I need a mirror. If I’m about to die from being poisoned, I prefer not to go out looking like I frenched a Saint Bernard.”
“Sebastian… I’m sorry,” I explain, “I didn’t mean for—”
“Hell yes you did, you liar!” He slams me against the wall as the camera crew starts laughing. “And now you’re going to make up for it with your mouth.” He nudges his face in my shoulder, nipping at my neck. “I want a blow job for every time you pissed me off.”
This idiot.
I smile, gripping his shirt and tugging him to me as fast as possible. It’s been a long day of pretending I hate him. I’m ready to feel his lips on mine, the warmth of his body pressed against me. This is my demon—my ridiculous, crazy man. Whether I’m his bro or his hoe, I’m still his.
“Cut! That’s a wrap for today. Take the rest of the nigh
t off. We’ll start again in the morning.”
Sebastian pulls up from where his head is in my neck and grins. “Works every time. I am so tired of not seeing you naked.”
I giggle into his shirt, inhaling the sweet scent of moonshine he specifically drank for this scene as the film crew shuffles about, cleaning up their equipment in a staged townhouse that isn’t the real one this all went down in.
“Thank fuck.” Sebastian rises, lying to the camera crew with, “Vee was molesting me under the table that entire scene. I was either about to file a complaint or fuck her on the table.” He winks down at me and then looks up at the director who just shakes his head. I bet he will be so happy to see this movie finished.
I shake my head and try to push the big goof off, but he only wraps his arms around me. “No, ma’am. Where do you think you’re going?”
I arch my back, trying to maneuver out from under him to at least touch him, but all it does is send a pained groan through him. “Keep arching, T, and we’ll end up with a bonus scene fit only for the dark web.”
This man hasn’t changed much since the day I first met him as he mimicked the scene from the movie, Titanic, mouthing, “watermelon” as I sang (awfully, per him) for the internet and started this whole war. He’s still rambunctious and never gives two shits about telling me like it is. But probably the most noticeable difference about Sebastian is he seems genuinely happy.
No longer does he avoid his family and tense up at the sight of a wig on my head. He calls me T whenever he wants to be a shit or just remind me how far we’ve come. But most of all, he stayed in Georgia and finally made it his home.
After changing his major to film, he spoke with his parents and they agreed he should chase his dreams and be happy. It took only a few days to see the result of a happier Bash-hole who is enjoying being the star of a soon-to-be major motion picture.
Yep, you heard me correctly. Not only did we win the UniCamFlix competition, but merely days after our story aired on the UniCamFlix, a major film network, Ustream, offered us a deal. They wanted to tell our story—the full story, not the fake one.
They wanted to tell the story of how Sebastian and Valentina really fell in love. The name of the movie… Subscriber Wars.
Also known as Sebastian’s Epilogue
Six years later
“You see all of this out here?”
I pinch Vee’s nipple between my fingers, which sends a moan through her tight body as she drops her head onto the wooden railing of our balcony, panting and spreading her legs wider.
Yep, you heard that correctly. Legs spread, her head on our railing.
Vee and I bought a house.
Together.
On. The. Lake.
And we celebrate by pounding one out on every solid surface we can manage, without offending our neighbors.
Buying our lake house was a dream come true for both of us.
Just like having her bent over the railing and fucking her brains out to the sounds of boaters on a Sunday morning. I didn’t care that she was sitting out here, enjoying her coffee and answering emails as the sun rose. All I saw, when I rolled over in an empty bed, was her delightful ass just outside the French doors, donned in nothing but that flannel shirt. Bam. My dick was rock fucking solid in a matter of two seconds.
“See what?”
I pound into her, the wet, slapping skin, drowning out her breathy words. I don’t need her to answer. Although a moan, scream, or a dear God help me would put a smile on my face.
I pull out slowly and rock back into her, drawing out the torture of where she wants me the most.
“Bash,” she whines.
I sink in deeper, fighting my own need to drive into her unbridled, but this is how we like it: torturous. Her muscles clench around me, trying to keep me in deep. “Huh uh,” I whisper.
She shivers against my chest. “Please.”
I groan. She knows what a well-placed please does to me. “Not until you tell me what you see.”
I honestly don’t give two fucks about what she sees. The fact is I ask her this question every single time I strip her down on our property. It’s a game at this point. She knows what to say, but she won’t because she likes withholding from me, and I like pretending I don’t love it.
“I don’t know,” she lies. I can hear a smile in her voice.
I start to pull out. “No, no, no.” Her hands reach behind her, pushing at my pajama pants that I didn’t bother to pull down but a few inches.
“Look at all of this,” I remind her, pointing to our lakefront backyard, complete with a boat dock and jet skis. “It’s all ours.”
“Mmm…”
It’s not the answer I was looking for, but then again, she knows this. I pinch her nipple, making her yelp. “Let’s try that again, shall we?” I roll her nipple between my fingers, before dropping my hand, and listening to her whimper.
“You’re not playing fair today.” I ignore the impossibly cute whine she’s giving me.
“And you’re not giving me what I want, Valentina. You know how to play this game.”
She pushes back against me and I let her. For one, I’m selfish, and two, I like to see her needy. “It’s all ours,” she finally relents with a whimper.
I look over the curve of her ass to the messy hair on her head, damp with sweat. She’s stunning amongst the scenery of our two-story lake house that not only has plenty of space for our families to visit, but two studios in the basement. One for me and my movie memorabilia (told you I’d have a space for it) and one for Vee to continue her makeup tutorials, even though she has a job with a studio.
Our studio.
After our movie, Subscriber Wars, made headlines, we signed a contract for two more. But after the third film, Vee wanted to retire from the big screen as her passion has always been behind the camera. I didn’t like being away from her, so I started producing, and together, we released two blockbuster hits.
With both hands on Vee’s hips, I pull her close and kiss her neck, absorbing every moan and clench of her body. “You smell so good,” I whisper. “Like lake water and mine.”
She chuckles and tries to reach back and smack me. “I do not smell like lake water.”
I push into her again, this time rolling my hips, so I hit that spot deep inside her that sends her folding over the railing. “Not yet.” I reach my hand under her shirt and find her clit, rubbing in a circular motion. I’ve tortured us both long enough, especially when her knees go weak. “You gotta stay upright,” I tell her. “And then we will get this shirt out of the way and take a dip in the water.”
She’s clenching around me so hard that I almost lose my footing and send us both toppling to the ground. “You’re going to come all over my dick,” I tell her. “All you have to do is let go.”
She groans and pushes back against me, grinding her hips up and down as I drive ruthlessly into her, from the back.
“Keep going,” she mutters. “Don’t stop.” Her body tenses and then she trembles in my arms, her pussy clenching around me like a vise.
I thrust in deeper, harder, obeying her just this once and hoping I don’t cause her to get a splinter. “Tell me you love me,” I pant. “Hurry, so it sounds sexy.”
She turns, her deep mahogany eyes fighting to stay open as she comes. “I love you, Sebastian.”
And that does it, I pull out and come all over her ass. Don’t gasp that I didn’t grab a condom. There wasn’t time, and besides, Vee is on birth control and that shit is the bomb. Coming all over her is my new favorite thing. Who says relationships grow stale over time?
Laying my head on her back, we both catch our breath. “That was better than coffee,” I admit. “Definitely the better way to wake up in the morning. I would go as far to say—”
“Vee? Honey? Your dad wants Sebastian to come and help him unload all the groceries.”
“Fuck.” I hiss. “What is it with your family and locks?”
Vee chuckles,
her back shaking with laughter under me. “I’ll remind my mom that her key is only for emergencies.”
“Sebastian!”
“Ugh.” I look at Vee. Her Uncle Theo’s voice is one I recognize after being with Vee for seven years. Why the fuck are they all here?
“Get your ass down here and unload all this shit, boy.”
“They’re here early.” I groan and it’s not a happy sound. “They were supposed to come for dinner.”
Vee shrugs. “They’re morning people.”
I cut her a flat look. “But they were supposed to come tomorrow for dinner.”
She pats me on the back and smiles. “I’ll be down after I clean up. Take a breath and then go help them.” She cringes. “Otherwise they might come and check on us.”
I nod, scrubbing a hand over my face. “That would not be good.”
She grins and shakes her head. “No, it wouldn’t. I kind of like you alive.”
Right. Her dad is downstairs and I’m standing here with my dick hanging out ogling his daughter’s legs.
“Sebastian!”
“I’m coming!” I yell to my father who is also here early and decided that if Vee’s family is going to yell at me then so is he. Throwing on some jeans and a t-shirt, I take the stairs and meet Vee’s entirely too large family in the kitchen.
“The food is in the cars,” the guy with dark hair says, pointing to the open front door.
“Good to see you too, Uncle Theo,” I say, simply because I know me calling him uncle gets on his nerves.
“Yell when the food is ready,” he says, snatching a fishing pole from Vee’s Uncle Cade, who is Drew and Bennett’s father, and nodding to my back door. “Jameson and I will be out on the dock.”
So much for a goodnight balcony romp.
I nod as Theo passes by me, leaving Cade lingering behind. “Thanks for having us,” he says, as he claps me on the shoulder.
“We’re happy to have our families together.”
I refrain from reminding him that I offered to have them tomorrow evening but then he says, “There is a ton of food that needs unloading.”