Sultry at 30 (Love Without Batteries)

by Cassandra Lawson

  “Those classes are too much for me,” Chelsea told Wanda.

  “They’re too much for Thomas, too,” Wanda replied. “I don’t know what he was thinking. I’ll see you girls later.”

  With that, Wanda and Thomas made their way out of the restaurant.

  “Did I tell you I ran into her when I was out with Sebastian?” I asked.

  “That must have been interesting,” Brook remarked with a grin.

  “Did she embarrass you?” Chelsea asked sweetly. “I’d hate for you to be embarrassed on a date with your sexy boy toy.”

  “Of course she embarrassed me,” I replied. “I was role-playing with Sebastian at the bar before heading in to have dinner.”

  “You were doing what?” Brook asked at the same time as Chelsea asked, “Are you kidding me?”

  “It was Sebastian’s idea, and it was fun,” I explained. “Sebastian really has a knack for role-playing. It’s like we step into one of my books when we do it. We do get out of character some, but it’s still really hot.”

  “You’ve known the guy just over a week,” Chelsea began. “How much role-playing could you have done at this point?”

  “We do it all the time,” I explained. “Sebastian really seems to understand my need to fantasize. He even read two of my books to understand me better.”

  “How does he compare to Justin?” Brook asked.

  I let out a sad sigh before responding. “Everything is fine when Sebastian’s around, but I can’t seem to take care of things when he’s not around.” I was making an effort to keep my voice down since we were on the restaurant side. It was fairly empty, but I didn’t want to cause problems at our favorite place. I was very proud of my restraint.

  Chelsea was trying to look at the menu while holding Haley, who was fast asleep.

  “Why are you looking at the menu?” I asked her. “You’re going to have the beef enchiladas.”

  “She’s back to trying new things,” Brook answered for her.

  I groaned. On occasion, Chelsea decided to try new things when she felt like she was stuck in a rut. The problem with that plan was that Chelsea had her favorites everywhere we went. If she had anything different, she was disappointed. Then we had to watch her push her food around her plate because it was never as good as her usual.

  “Maybe you should try when you don’t have Haley,” I suggested. “It’s hard to juggle a menu when you have a baby in your arms.”

  “Maybe you should hold the baby so I can look at the menu,” Chelsea shot back.

  “Can I get you something to drink?” our waitress interrupted.

  As we ordered our drinks, I took Haley from Chelsea so she could make her ill-fated lunch choice. Looking down at Haley, I had to smile. Her little fist was resting against her mouth as she slept. I’d seen her try to get that fist in her mouth a number of times. Her thumb didn’t seem to be enough for little Haley.

  “She is adorable, Chels,” I praised without looking away from Haley.

  “I know,” Chelsea agreed, and I could hear the smile in my voice. “I can’t believe I ever considered not being this little girl’s mother.”

  “It must be strange having a child so early in your relationship with Luke,” I remarked.

  “It makes things harder,” Chelsea admitted. “We don’t get as much time to ourselves. There are times when I really want to go out with Luke, but we don’t like leaving Haley with strangers.”

  “I keep telling you I can watch her so you can go out,” Brook told Chelsea.

  “You already watch her two to three days a week while we work,” Chelsea reminded her.

  “I can come over and watch her,” I offered. “Just let me know when.”

  “Really?” Chelsea asked, and I looked up just to enjoy her shocked expression.

  “Why do you look so surprised?” I asked.

  “You’ve never offered to babysit,” Brook pointed out.

  “I’m a little nervous around babies this young,” I admitted. “Now that I’ve spent more time around Haley, I’m not so afraid of breaking her.”

  “She really makes you want one of your own, doesn’t she?” Brook asked.

  “I wouldn’t go that far,” I replied with a laugh. “I like spending time around Chelsea’s cat, too, but I’m not planning to get one. Can I assume you’re thinking about letting Ty get you pregnant?”

  Brook had a wistful smile on her face when she replied. “Eventually. The subject has come up recently. We’re not planning to do anything until after my divorce is final.”

  “Please tell me dickhead Rob isn’t being a problem again,” I muttered. Brook had been separated from Rob for more than a decade before she’d finally filed for divorce. One would think it would be an easy matter, but Rob had suddenly decided he didn’t want a divorce. While he’d recently started cooperating with the divorce, I didn’t trust him.

  “He hasn’t been a problem,” Brook assured me. “From what my attorney says, it’s far enough along he can’t do anything. We’re just waiting for everything to go through the court system.”

  “That’s great news,” I told her.

  “Speaking of great news,” Chelsea began. “I needed to ask you both something.”

  “Does it have to do with the engagement ring you’ve been trying to keep hidden all afternoon?” I asked.

  “You noticed?” Chelsea asked with a pout.

  Brook snorted. “Whenever you think no one is looking, you start playing with it and smiling.”

  “I’m engaged!” Chelsea squealed. “Will you be my bridesmaids?” Chelsea was so excited, she didn’t give us time to respond. “We aren’t planning anything big. Luke is worried I’ll regret that choice, but I hated my big wedding. Plus, how am I supposed to plan a big wedding with a business to run and a baby? So, will you be my bridesmaids?”

  “Congratulations, Chels,” I told her. “I would love to be in your wedding.”

  “Me too!” Brook chimed in happily. “I can’t believe Luke didn’t tell me.”

  “Now that you’ve made the big announcement, I believe your daughter could use a new diaper,” I told Chelsea. Haley had just woken up, and she was obviously filling her diaper.

  “I thought you wanted to babysit, Auntie Del,” Chelsea said sweetly as she put the diaper bag over her shoulder and stood.

  I laughed and passed Haley off to her. “When I have her alone, I’ll deal with the diapers. She’s all yours when you’re around.”

  That was what I liked best about being the auntie; diaper duty rarely fell on me.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Sebastian

  I loved my job, and normally, the work week flew by. It was easy to get caught up in what I was doing. When I’d first agreed to take the contract with my mom’s company, I’d been a little worried I’d feel uncomfortable working on a sex toy with my mother. My mom had always been pretty open about sex, but I’d been worried she’d be too graphic with me. As it turned out, she’d realized it could be a problem and had someone else discuss most of the details with me. I loved the team I worked with, and I really did love designing apps.

  My problem this week was a hot little redhead who kept creeping into my thoughts. I was doing my best to leave her alone since she had plans with her friends. I finally gave in and texted her. Yeah, I was really hooked on Delaney.

  ME: Hey, Red. How was your day out with your friends?

  One of the many things I really liked about Delaney was she never delayed in responding to me unless she was in the middle of something and couldn’t check her messages. I’m not known for my patience.

  DELANEY: It was nice. I refused to tell them anything about our sex life since they never share details with me.

  I chuckled softly as I typed my response.

  ME: How long did it take you to give in and share details?

  DELANEY: Not long. I’m not good at keeping secrets.

  ME: I like that about you. You never play coy, and I always know what
you want.

  DELANEY: I really want your impressive dick. Do you think we should measure it?

  I was torn between frustration and humor. Hearing Delaney wanted me, got me instantly hard. Waiting until Friday night to see her was going to kill me. At the same time, I was amused by her question.

  ME: I already measured it.

  DELANEY: How big is it? Is it bigger than Luke’s? Chelsea and Brook won’t tell me how big Luke or Ty’s dicks are.

  ME: WTF? How would I know how big Luke’s dick is?

  DELANEY: Guys pee together. You’ve peed next to Luke, so you must know if it’s big.

  ME: I don’t check out other dicks when I’m taking a piss any more than you check out your friends’ boobs.

  DELANEY: I always check them out. I even touched Chelsea’s when we made out.

  My finger hovered over my phone as I tried to decide how I should react to that little bit of information. It was possible she was messing with me. In fact, with any other woman, I’d insist she was. Delaney claimed she didn’t have an internal filter, but I saw it as more than that. My girl was open about who she was. Deciding I needed to hear this story, I headed out of the office.

  “I’m going to grab some lunch,” I told my team, ignoring their surprised gasps as I headed out. After catching the time, I headed back to the room. “Go home!” I ordered. “It’s after seven.”

  There were several grumbles. We were all nerds who hated leaving in the middle of a project. Each of us was excited about what we had going on, but we all needed to have a life outside of work. I was in charge of the team, and I suddenly recognized that I really needed to insist everyone take more breaks. We’d been working twelve hour days since returning from our forced vacation.

  When I made it to my car, I ignored the three texts from Delaney and simply called her, putting the call on speaker so I could drive.

  “Hello,” she answered, her sultry drawl making me long to hear her talk dirty to me. Sadly, my car was not a good place for phone sex.

  “Tell me all about this time you made out with Chelsea,” I coaxed. “I’m dying to hear this story.”

  “Are you in your car?” Delaney asked.

  “I’m just about to drive home,” I told her. “Are you going to refuse to tell me this story while I’m driving?”

  “It’s really not that exciting,” she insisted.

  “You made out with Chelsea. That is pretty damn exciting,” I assured her.

  “And I promise to tell you all about it the next time you see me,” she said in a sensual purr.

  “And I promise to make you beg for release the next time I see you,” I replied.

  “I can’t wait to see you,” Delaney admitted.

  “Neither can I,” I agreed. “Pack a bag and come to my house. You can work from there, and I promise to make you breakfast in the morning.”

  Delaney hesitated, which was better than an outright no. At least, she was considering coming over.

  “I’m not sure I should,” she hedged. “My car is running on vapors and I hate getting gas at night.”

  “What if I pick you up?” I asked.

  “I’ll go pack,” she agreed without hesitation.

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Delaney

  This wasn’t the first time Sebastian had suggested I stay at his house, but it was the first time I’d felt no hesitation in saying yes. It still seemed like a huge step, and I thought Sebastian was a little crazy for leaving me in his very expensive home while he was at work. It seemed crazy for him to trust me this much. If I didn’t know about Sebastian’s past, I might say he’d just never had a bad ex, but his ex had tried to poison him. Cody hadn’t done anything nearly that extreme, and I had trust issues.

  Thoughts of all the wicked things Sebastian might do to my body, and all the scandalous things I wanted to do to his, had me missing Justin. I wasn’t sure I could wait for Sebastian to drive me all the way back to his house for my orgasm.

  When Sebastian knocked, I decided to give myself a pep talk on the way to the door. “I can be patient. I am not ruled by my impulses.” Hearing those words come out of my mouth almost made me laugh. “Fine, I am ruled by my impulses, but I can still wait until we get to Sebastian’s house.”

  As soon as I opened the door, Sebastian’s eyes moved along my body.

  “I want you so fucking much, Delaney,” he rasped out.

  My tongue darted out to moisten my lips and my gaze briefly landed on Sebastian’s mouth as he prowled toward me. Some instinct made me take a step back. My retreat brought a predatory smile to his face. Sebastian continued to move toward me as I walked backward. When my back hit the wall, his grin widened. “You don’t have anywhere else to go.”

  “We’re never going to make it to your house,” I told him breathlessly.

  Cupping my face in his hands, Sebastian leaned forward until his lips were nearly touching mine. “Tell me how much you want me, Delaney. Tell me you can’t wait for me to make you scream my name.” There was a desperate quality to his words that had my legs nearly shaking with need.

  “I want you,” I breathed out. “It seems I always want you.”

  Sebastian’s mouth came down on mine as he kissed me with a primal need that matched my own. His lips were hot and demanding, drawing out the response he craved. When my hands reached for the edge of his shirt, he caught my wrists and pinned them against the wall beside my head.

  I whimpered as Sebastian continued to kiss me while he effortlessly held my hands in place. When he finally broke the kiss, I was panting and ready to beg for more of his touch. He’d already promised to make me beg, and I wondered if this was part of his plan.

  “We’re going to play a little game,” Sebastian murmured as he kissed along my jaw line.

  “What kind of game?” I asked in a shaky voice.

  “I’m going to take you into your room and blindfold you,” he explained. “You are going to keep your hands above your head as if they’re tied to the bed, just like you did at my house. Do you understand?”

  Licking my lips, I nodded. My panties were already wet from thinking about another one of Sebastian’s games. It hadn’t taken me long to realize I liked taking orders from Sebastian.

  He led me into the bedroom before looking around. “Do you have a soft scarf I can use as a blindfold?”

  I nodded and retrieved one from my closet. Taking it, he leaned in closer. I thought he was going to kiss me, but his lips stopped just short of mine.

  “Undress for me,” he commanded before sitting on the edge of my bed. I was about to complain that he sounded more bossy than dominant when he continued. “Please, do this for me, Delaney. I’m dying to see you and touch you. I’m struggling to remain civilized at the moment.”

  With a nod, I stripped out of my clothes, feeling Sebastian’s gaze move along my skin the entire time. He stood and strolled toward me. My eyes drifted down to the scarf he had gripped in both hands. Standing before me, he reached forward and secured the blindfold.

  My heart beat wildly in my chest as my body throbbed with desire. Sebastian’s lips found mine in a dominant kiss that left me clinging to his shirt and leaning against his body for support.

  “More,” I breathed out when he ended the kiss.

  Lifting me in his arms, Sebastian moved to set me on the bed. I immediately laid back and put my hands above my head without any instruction.

  Sebastian groaned. “Fuck me, you are incredible,” he praised before joining me. The bed shifted under his weight, and then I felt his finger slide along my slit, barely slipping into me. “I’m dying to fuck you until we both come hard.”

  “I like the sound of that,” I panted out. His finger slid in and out of me, but only just slightly. He was teasing me with his touch.

  “Not yet,” he insisted. “I’m not going to take you until we get back to my place. I’m going to enjoy you in my bed. It’s what I’ve been fantasizing about all day.

  A needy
whimper escaped my lips as he penetrated me more with his finger and began to move it faster. “I can’t wait that long, Sebastian.”

  “Don’t worry,” he soothed, and I felt the bed move again. He settled between my legs, lifting them over his shoulders. “Before we head over to my house, I’m going to make you come.” His tongue moved along my clit just once before he pulled away.

  With my eyes covered, I had to rely on my other senses. Based on the shifting of the bed, he was leaving me. Before I could complain, he spoke. “We’re going to try something new. Instead of a safeword, we’re going to use a safe gesture.”

  “Safe gesture?” I asked in confusion, not sure why I couldn’t just use a safeword.

  “If you don’t like something I’m doing, tap the bed three times,” he told me as I felt the bed shift under his weight again.

  “O-okay,” I agreed nervously.

  “Open your mouth for me, beautiful,” he coaxed.

  When I hesitantly obeyed, Sebastian shoved my panties in my mouth. Had I not been blindfolded, my eyes would have widened with shock at his bold move. I moaned as his fingers slid between my legs, stroking me until I was rocking against his hand.

  “I read another one of your books,” he began. “Care to guess which one?”

  Desire flooded my body as I realized what he had planned.

  “I didn’t have time to shop for all the supplies for this game, so I’ll have to improvise,” he murmured, and I felt string being wrapped around my erect nipple. Sebastian repeated the process with my other nipple before his tongue stroked one. The string was tight enough to keep my nipples hard as his tongue teased them in their make-shift nipple clamps.

  “You’re so responsive,” he praised, suckling one nipple. The sensations were even more intense with my nipples tied with the string. When Sebastian pulled away and began raining kisses down my body, my nipples remained hard, aching for more of his touch. By this point, my entire body was on sensation overload. Unable to see, all I could focus on was the way I felt.