by Whitney D.
“Sounds seriously dreamy,” I turned to look at him as I wiggled my eyebrows jokingly.
“So can I drive you to work then?”
“I guess I don't really have too much of a choice in the matter.”
Finding the twin to the first sock I grabbed, I went to the bed, plopping myself down next to Sebastian.
“You can drop me off before you go to work if you want. We have time...”
I nudged him in his bicep before slipping my socks on, “Nahhh I like having my very own personal chauffeur. A girl could seriously get used to this.”
“And I hope you do,” he took my left hand in his and brought it to his lips, placing a faint kiss on my knuckles.
I giggled, as his eyes focused on the ring he'd given me when we were kids.
“Coffee,” was all I said to break the tension filled stare he had on my ring finger.
Slipping my hand from his grasp, I stood and made my way to the kitchen. Having had set the brewer the night before to auto-brew, the coffee maker already had a piping hot carafe of coffee ready and waiting for me. I yanked two mugs from the cupboard and poured us each a glass as Sebastian joined me in the kitchen.
“So have you got any plans today?” I asked of him as I got some creamer from the fridge.
“I have a meeting with my attorney this afternoon, but other than that I'll probably swing by The Shriner to catch the new Tom Hanks movie that just came out.”
“Business must be good.”
“What?”
I offered one mug to Sebastian as I brought my own to my lips, blowing across the surface before taking a sip.
“Is that what you do all day?... Watch movies at The Shiner?” I paused, taking another quick gulp of my coffee. “Sorry. That didn't come out like I meant it to. I just mean that business must be going pretty good if you can just go and watch a movie and call it a days work...”
Laughing, coffee flew from between his lips, ran down his chin and dribbled onto the floor.
“What?” I stared as he wiped his face with the back of his hand.
“It's not all I do. In fact, I do a lot. You should come by some time and let me show you just what I do,” he raised a brow at me before taking another sip of his coffee and turning to walk into the living room.
What the hell could he possibly be doing there? Whatever it was, he sure made it sound intriguing. I had immediately decided I'd join him on my next day off from work.
Placing my mug on the coffee table, I fell back onto the couch and quickly slipped on my favorite pair of Brooks running shoes. I probably had ten pairs, but these particular neon pink, teal, and black ones were my favorite. The ER staff was assigned black scrubs so pretty much every shoe I owned matched them, but these specific pair had been my go-to sneaker for work for the last six months.
I had barely tied my second shoe, when Sebastian mounted me, causing me to fall back onto the couch as he pressed my wrists into the cushions.
“How about a nice little quickie before work?”
I thrashed back and forth, playfully fighting back against the firm hold he had on me as I screamed stop it. The next thing I knew, Sebastian was on the floor with a bloody nose and his eyes were watery and wincing at the pain.
“What the fuck, Matt!”
“Are you okay? I'm calling the police.”
“NO! How-- What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Just came by to get a few things, and good thing I did." He looked at Sebastian on the carpet before yanking his phone from his back pocket and dialing 911.
Snatching the phone out of his hand, I quickly hit end, “You can't just come here unannounced and walk in all causal... especially at 6 in the morning. Get out!”
I pointed to the door as I looked over to Sebastian who had laid his head back on the carpet. His eyes were shut and all I could think of was how I was going to get him to forgive me for what had just happened.
Matt looked at me, then to Sebastian, then back to me before he laughed, “You fucking slut!”
“Whoa buddy. Don't fucking talk to her like that,” Sebastian stood, nudging me to the side and lifting his jaw up when he spoke to Matt.
“You are in my house, buddy.”
Sebastian bit back a small laugh, closing his eyes as he tried to control the laughter that was building.
“The lady said get out, so I think you should go.”
“And if I don't?”
Sebastian stepped forward to Matt who immediately took a step back as he looked him in the eyes. I tugged Sebastian by the wrist silently begging him not to make things worse.
“Trust me, grandpa... you may have had a lucky shot once, but it won't happen again,” Sebastian's fists tightened by his side as Matt stared at him.
“You,” Matt pointed straight at me, “Are in for a rude awakening my dear.”
I opened my mouth to tell him just where he could go, but before I could get a word out, he'd left, slamming the front door behind him.
I bit my lip before turning to look at Sebastian, “I'm so sorry.”
Wiping his pointer finger under his nose, he removed his hand to see the blood that had been shed as a result of Matt's malicious behavior.
“Let me...” I moved my hand up to check his nose, but he moved away before I could touch him.
“I'm fine.”
“No... you're not. You’re bleeding. I'm sorry.”
“Don't apologize for that asshole. You didn't do anything wrong.”
My shaky hand grasped his bicep, “Please Sebastian....”
“Please?”
He made his way back to the kitchen where he took a wad of paper towels from the roll on the counter and pressed it to his nose before tilting his head up.
“Please don't be mad.”
“I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at that fucking prick who just waltzed in here like he owns the place. Then he has the audacity to call you a slut after he was the one cheating on you.”
“Well he does own the place...”
I smiled, trying to lighten the mood.
“You know what I mean, Em.”
“I'm going to go pack a bag really quick.”
He looked over to me promptly, his eyes filled with question.
“I'm not coming back here. Not if there is any chance in hell he will just show up out of the blue like that again. Can I bring the cat?”
“You know I love pussy... that's a dumb question,” he laughed.
“Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny.”
I stood on my toes, kissed him quickly on the lips, and ran back to my room to toss everything I could into the two over sized suitcases I had.
Moments later, I met Sebastian back in the kitchen as I placed my bags on the floor at his feet.
“Let me grab Einstein's crate and then we can go.”
“Really? That's his name?”
“Wasn't my choice actually, but it suits him. He used to pee on Matt's loafers... so he's a genius if you ask me,” I smirked as I made my way to the laundry room to grab his crate where it had been stored.
When I returned to the kitchen, Sebastian was cradling Einstein in his arms and rubbing his belly.
“Told you I love pussy.”
Shaking my head at him, I took the cat and locked him in the crate before we made it outside to my car.
“You sure this is okay?” I eventually asked as Sebastian pulled the car out of the driveway.
“Yes. Stop asking me that.”
“I just don't want to be an inconvenience that's all.”
“Well you're not and I asked you to stay with me so... drop it.”
I nodded, but didn't say anything else. Fifteen minutes later Sebastian pulled up to the ER and put the car in park.
“Have a good day honey,” he smiled.
“I love you.”
“I love you more.”
He bent over, cupped my cheek in his hand and kissed me.
“Can I meet you for lunch?”
“I
'd love that actually, but I don't have a set lunch time. It really depends on if we're busy or not. It could be any time between eleven and two.”
“Alright, well... I'll come at eleven and wait for you.”
“You don't have to do that... it could take three hours. It's not worth sitting around here for that long.”
“Yes it is...” he squeezed my thigh in his palm as he tilted his head at me, silently telling me what lunch would consist of.
“Okay,” my cheeks flushed at thought of having a naughty little romp during my lunch break even though I had no idea where it would take place. I assumed he would figure out the details to that.
Letting myself out of the car, I shut the door and walked towards the ER. Just before I made it inside, I looked back to see Sebastian's neck arched down staring at me, “I fucking love that ass,” he shouted through the open window.
I brought my hand to cover my eyes in embarrassment as I rushed inside to begin my day.
17
My morning flew by – a gunshot wound, a baby born in the car on the way to the hospital, three kids sick with the flu, and a ninety year old who had taken a pretty nasty fall. On top of actual work, I also spent the majority of the morning fending off unwanted questions about Sebastian from Libby.
“So..... did you fuck him?”
My eyes sprang wide open, “Libby, there is a time and place for asking me stuff like that and it is never and nowhere. Please stop.”
“Well aren't you going to ask me what he said to me about you when he was here?”
The thought actually hadn't even crossed my mind until she mentioned it, but now I was curious.
“Okay. Tell me.”
“Nahhhh I think I'll let you stew a bit.” Taunting me, she turned and made her way back to the pit.
After placing eight stitches in a finger that had been sliced through cleanly with a butcher knife, I propositioned Libby.
“So if you tell me what he said, I might tell you what happened.”
“Might? Not interested.”
“I think how much I tell you depends on how much you tell me.”
She yanked me into an empty room, closing the curtain.
“Emery, he said he wanted to marry you.”
I laughed, “What?”
“Well he told me the whole story about when you guys were kids and what happened. He didn't give me all of the details, but he said that he'd been in the process of divorcing his wife since last summer. Then you just stormed back into his life, making him feel again. I don't really know what he meant by that, but then he begged me to use my phone to call you. He said he'd been with you the night before and he'd done something he shouldn't have. He told me if I believed in the stuff that fairytales are made of that I should let him use my phone to get a hold of you. So I did. But.......” she tugged my ear towards her mouth and whispered, “Aren't you married?”
“That's a story for another day.”
“So.....”
“We fucked. Okay? Got to get back to work,” I left her in a daze as I tore back the curtain and went back to the desk, telling the other lingering staff that I was taking my lunch.
“I'll be back in an hour... or so,” I smirked before making my way to the employee lounge to clock out and grab my purse.
I made my way for the exit swinging my purse along the way. I felt like I did all those years ago when Sebastian and I first started dating. Every day was a filled with more excitement than the last and every time he kissed me, I fell more and more in love with him. We had quickly fallen right back into being disgustingly happy and in love. Nothing about our reconnecting was conventional, but I tried not to think too much about it because I had a terrible habit of over analyzing things.
Obsession should be a synonym for destruction because that’s what it does. Obsession had led to the destruction of many things in my life… including my decade-long relationship with Sophie. I obsessed over the way she looked at Matt so badly that one day I blew up at her because of it. She told me that I was crazy and I told her that she was a bitch. That was the end of Sophie and Emery – not best friends forever.
Exiting the sliding doors, I made my way to the curb and looked right and then left where I saw his car parked down a way. He was leaning against it, waiting for me.
Approaching slowly, I asked, “Did you have to wait long?”
He looked at his watch for good measure, but shrugged and simply said, “For you, I'd wait forever, but I think you already know that.”
“How's your face? It looks a little swollen,” I asked as I moved my hand up to run along the bridge of his nose.
“It's not the first time I've been punched. I'll be fine.”
He seemed irritated as he shooed my hand away from his face. I suppose he had every right to be because he definitely did not deserve to be attacked like he was.
“Babe, I'm sorry...”
“I told you, stop apologizing. It wasn't your fault.”
I knew it wasn't my fault, but I couldn't help but take the blame for what had happened. Looking down at my shoes uncomfortably, Sebastian finally sliced through the silence, “So lunch?”
He pulled me to him and after wrapping his arms around my waist, he looked down at me, “Honestly I was thinking we could just skip right to dessert?”
“I'm not much of a sweets person,” I joked as he walked me to the passenger side and helped me in.
“How long do you have?”
“An hour... I can maybe pull ninety minutes, but not a second longer.”
“Perfect.”
Pulling out of the parking lot, he headed towards my house, eventually turning down Baker Street which was about two miles from my house.
He suspiciously kept looking at me out of the corner of his eye and when he did it for what seemed like the hundredth time I finally asked, “What?”
“What?”
“Why do you keep looking at me like that?”
“I still can't believe I'm here. I mean that you're there - that you came back to me. I feel like I should pinch myself or something... is this real?”
I smiled as he pulled up to Peterson Park and put the car in park before he reached into the back and grabbed a small cooler.
“Babe... you packed us a lunch?”
“Yeah so cheesy, right?”
“No... it's sweet.”
We got out and made our way down to the lake, which was on the other side of the park. It was the perfect setting for a picnic lunch. We chose a table near the water and Sebastian opened the cooler taking out several plastic containers. There was fresh fruit, potato salad, and two homemade turkey sandwiches on thick cut sourdough bread.
“Looks delicious. I'm starving!” grinning, I plucked a strawberry from the fruit container and took a bite. The juice from it ran down my chin and I unconsciously used the back of my hand to wipe it away.
“So how's your day been?”
“Pretty good... got your pussy all settled in at my house,” he joked.
“Well that's good because my pussy needs lots of attention and care... I hope you're ready for that kind of responsibility.”
“Are we talking about Einstein or....”
I raised an eyebrow at him as I chomped down on my sandwich.
Swallowing, I mumbled “What do you have to do this afternoon at the attorney?”
“Nice try...”
“What?”
“Don’t change the subject.”
I glanced at my watch, “We've got forty minutes. Take me.”
“Take you where?”
“Take me in your car.”
I crammed down a few more bites of the sandwich and three large forkfuls of the potato salad before Sebastian packed everything back into the bag.
We made it back to his car in five minutes, and as I got into the passenger side, he looked over at me. His face fell slack, but then contorted into a devious grin like he was suspiciously up to no good.
“What?”
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He looked around, “Looks like there's no one else in the park. It's our lucky day.”
I'd only fucked a guy in public two other times I could think of... one was that guy immediately after Sebastian and the other was... Matt. Get out of my head, Matt! Neither of the two times I had done it were any thing special. In fact, I'd walked away from both occasions feeling like an exploited slut. And not like the I'm a bad sexy little fox kind of slut... like an actual dirty slut, something no one would be proud of.
So the thought of fucking Sebastian in his car like we were eighteen years old, had me pondering over if this time would be any different than my less exciting prior car-shenanigan experiences.
I slipped off my shoes and scrub pants, leaving them in a pile on the floorboard before I climbed over to the driver side, straddling Sebastian's perfectly chiseled muscular thighs.
“Fuck,” he growled, running his finger under the tiny string against my hip that held my thong up, “Do you always wear these, or did you wear them just for me?”
Truth be told, before Sebastian crashed back into my life, I had grown accustomed to wearing sports bras and full coverage cotton panties pretty much on a daily basis. The first time we'd made plans to see each other on purpose, I brought out the big guns. I may have had to rifle all the way to the back of my panty drawer to find them, and they may have even been a bit dusty. Yet, I felt sexier than I had in years since he'd come back into my life. That day, it was my granny panties that I shoved to the rear of my drawer.
“For you.”
He tugged firmly against the strap, ripping the thong from my body.
“Ooops.”
“Sebastian!” I swatted at him.
“I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to do that.”
“I have to go back to work now with no panties...”
“I kind of like the idea of that... there will be no barrier to prevent you from feeling the wetness run down your thighs every time you think about my cock inside of you.”
“I can't go back to work with no panties. That would break so many rules.”
He laughed, “Lucky for you, your bags are still in the back. Now... where were we?”
Lifting my shirt over my head, he revealed my black lace bra that was holding my perky tits right in front of his face. When the corners of his mouth curled up into an insatiable grin, I gave him a salacious look as he palmed one lush breast, the weight of it overflowing in his hand. Reaching behind me, I unclasped my bra, letting it fall freely to his lap.