Always Me

by Walker, Jo-Anna

  The fact that he was digging his fingers into my flesh, almost to the point of painful, just about pushed me over the edge.

  “Come for me. Now,” he demanded, giving one final thrust.

  I screamed as a powerful explosion erupted through my body.

  He grunted and groaned, releasing into me, filling me to the hilt. His cock, his essence, and his love. His orgasm was so hard I felt it to my very core. My body trembled. His cock twitched in me one last time before Sebastian pulled out. After righting himself, he leaned down and lifted my pants. He kissed my tailbone before covering me and helping me stand.

  My legs felt like jelly. My body buzzed from pleasure, and every muscle twitched from overuse, but I wouldn’t change it for anything.

  He held out his hand and I placed mine in his, linking our fingers together. He smirked and kissed me softly on the lips. “What’s wrong, baby?”

  I smiled, a peaceful tingly feeling washing over me. “Nothing.”

  “Feeling well used?” he teased, cupping my ass and pulling me against him.

  I gasped as the fabric of my panties ran over my still-sensitive clit.

  “Sensitive are we?”

  My cheeks heated as I gripped his shirt.

  He laughed and kissed my neck. “I love making you blush.”

  Chapter 13

  “No one else can make you feel the way I do.”

  He was right. Even after all the times Brett had kissed me, there was no one like Sebastian. The spark between us, the need, the complete possession.

  Brett was safe. Like milk chocolate. The sweet, typical taste on your tongue. You knew what you would get with him, and that was it. Nothing else.

  Sebastian, on the other hand, was like chili-pepper chocolate, sweet one moment, spicy the next, lingering on the taste buds. Each bite was different, sending my taste buds into overdrive. He was hard, rough around the edges, and every time he opened his mouth, I wasn’t sure what he would say. He was honest to a fault. He loved the F word, and he knew me inside and out. My deepest, darkest desires, some before I even knew what they were.

  Sebastian possessed me, owned me. He had my body, heart, and soul wrapped tightly in his hand, controlling me. He pushed me, devoured me. Dove under my skin until I broke. Took me to higher limits than I ever thought would happen. He loved me. Love.

  I sighed as I watched him look through my DVD collection. He was intense two years ago, but now, maybe since it had been so long, he took every chance he had at showing me how much he had missed me. He touched me constantly. Spoke to me through his body. A conversation of two souls moving as one.

  Even if it was just a light kiss here, an arm graze there, or a swat on the ass, he made it known that I was his and only his.

  Sebastian didn’t ask me about Brett again. I was sure it would come out eventually, but it would probably be Brett doing the talking.

  “Interested in a horror movie?” Sebastian asked me.

  I smiled. “Sure.”

  It had been a week since Sebastian had come back into my life. A week of bonding between him and our son. Between us.

  Garrith, Keisha, and Brett would be over tomorrow. Garrith was the only one aside from me and Jose that knew Sebastian was alive. Brett wouldn’t take it well. He would know his chance with me was over. Hurting him was the last thing I wanted to do, but I’d made my choice.

  “What’s wrong, baby?” Sebastian asked as he sat beside me.

  I placed my legs in his lap as I stretched across the couch. “I was thinking.”

  “About?”

  I sighed. “About how Keisha and Brett are going to handle you being alive.”

  Sebastian’s eyes darkened. “As long as you can handle me being back, that’s all I care about, little one.”

  I nodded, chewing my bottom lip.

  “Hey,” he pinched my chin and turned my head, his eyes meeting mine. “Garrith can handle Keisha and Brett.” He growled the final name.

  “I just don’t want to hurt him,” I said quietly.

  He rolled his eyes. “Who the fuck cares?”

  “I do.” I sat up. “He’s my friend. He helped me grieve, Sebastian. He loves…” The moment the word left my lips, I regretted it.

  Sebastian’s eyes snapped to mine, turning ice cold with rage. “He loves you?” he snarled.

  I swallowed past the hard lump in my throat. “You…you were…” Oh shit.

  “I was gone,” he added for me.

  Biting my bottom lip, I nodded once. “It’s not his fault. We all thought you were dead.”

  His intense stare bored into mine as his jaw worked under the skin. He was pissed. “I know that, but the thought of another man touching you and loving you, makes me…fuck…”

  “I’m so sorry. I don’t want to hurt anyone.” I looked down and played with a loose thread on my robe. “You better be nice tomorrow,” I said softly.

  A malicious smile spread on his face. “Oh, don’t worry baby. I’ll be nice.”

  “I don’t believe you.”

  “How the hell do you expect me to react, Tori?” He moved to stand, but I straddled his lap, stopping him.

  “I want you to be nice. Civil. For me. Sebastian, these are my friends, and Garrith is obviously your friend as well, so you have to be nice. Please. For me.”

  He reached his hands under my housecoat and cupped my ass, lifting me to my knees. “He just better keep his hands off of you.”

  I kissed his lips. “He won’t touch me if you’re here.”

  “He better not.”

  “Sebastian, I wouldn’t let him anyway. You should know that.”

  His hold on me tightened, and then he sighed, leaning his head back against the couch. “I know baby. I trust you. I just don’t trust that asshole.”

  “I know that. Nothing will happen. Please…” I gasped when Sebastian ran his fingers over my core. “Sebastian, we need to talk.”

  “We can talk after,” he said, thrusting his finger into me.

  I moaned and then moved to pull out of his grip when his hold tightened on me. “Stop. You can’t use sex to get out of talking to me.”

  “I’m not.”

  “Yes, you are.” As much as I didn’t want to, I pulled his hand out from between my legs.

  He sighed and licked his fingers, making my stomach flip at the sight. I could never get over him doing that. Showing me how much he enjoyed the taste of my body.

  “I know you just came back, but I don’t even know if you’re staying, and this whole mess…just…”

  His brows narrowed. “What?”

  “I need some sort of stability, Sebastian. Antonio needs it too. I need to know that you’re staying.”

  “I want to stay. I do but I…”

  I cupped his cheek in my hand, encouraging him to go on.

  “Please, be patient with me.”

  I huffed. “Sebastian, I’ve been patient. Now I need some guarantees.”

  His grip on my waist tightened. “Please, this is the last time I’m asking. I promise.”

  My eyes searched his face and I kissed him. “Fine. Last time.”

  He lifted me and reached between us and a moment later lowered me onto his cock.

  I gasped before he grabbed the back of my neck, pulling my mouth down to his. He gripped my ass and thrust into me hard as he devoured me.

  I couldn’t get enough of him. We were connected on a whole other level.

  Sebastian grabbed the belt on my robe, ripped it open, and ran his hands over my body. My skin tingled under his touch, my nipples peaking to hard points.

  I rested my arms on either side of his head as I rode him, moving my hips back and forth over the rigid length of his cock.

  He grunted, filling me as deep as he could go. He squeezed my ass, releasing my mouth, and leaned his head back against the couch. “Tori, I need you…”

  I panted and kissed his mouth. “What baby?”

  He lifted me off of him and put me on al
l fours, pulling off my housecoat. He placed my hands on the arm of the couch and fisted my hair, pulling my head back.

  The feeling of being totally controlled by him was overpowering, and it rattled my bones with bliss.

  “I need you hard.” He slammed his cock into me in one smooth move.

  I gasped and cried out at the rough but delicious impact, wanting more. I pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. The sounds and the sweet musky scent of sex filled the room, and it was intoxicating, leaving me breathless. Sweat coated my skin as he pounded into my pussy.

  His rough hold sent a tingle of spreading desire through me. Each time he pumped into me, the coiling pressure built.

  “Come for me,” he demanded and thrust into me as deep as he could go.

  I screamed when a wave of ecstasy crashed into me, leaving me breathless as the powerful orgasm washed through my core.

  He grunted and released into me a moment later. His hips slowed as he continued shaking, the intensity of his climax pouring into me. I flopped onto the couch. He chuckled and spread himself over me, careful of his weight. He curled his legs over mine and intertwined our fingers. Running a hand over my aching arm muscles, he kissed my back. “Are you okay?”

  I grinned. “Oh yeah.”

  “I didn’t hurt you?” he asked, trailing light kisses across my shoulders.

  “Not at all,” I kissed his wrist and snuggled into him. Feeling his heavy weight on me made me feel safe, secure.

  “Good,” He ran his hand down my arm and we watched the rest of the movie in silence. A sense of peace washed over me and I fell asleep to the gentle beating of his heart.

  ***

  Jose’s body twitched, needing release. Standing in his cochina’s back yard, knowing she was in her house probably fucking Sebastian, made his skin vibrate with fury. He should have charged through the door but he couldn’t. It wasn’t time. Knowing he would see his cochina soon gave him the sense of direction he craved.

  He went back to his car and drove into town. His dick was like a beacon, leading the way.

  The car he’d stolen earlier would fit in at the parking lot of the bar only a few blocks away. He could already hear the thumping of the loud music seeping into his pores. His dick twitched, knowing he would get his kicks soon enough.

  Jose pulled out a cigarette, slowing down his steps as he approached the country bar. He was definitely in butt-fuck Idaho. He couldn’t wait to get out of this town, but it was the only one that was close to Tori’s house. He wasn’t going to leave her just yet. Not before he took what he wanted.

  He leaned against the wall and finished his cigarette, waiting.

  A moment later a woman walked by him and slowed to a stop. Jose watched her come up to him. Her full breasts pushed at her tight shirt, threatening to escape. Tempting, but she wasn’t his cochina.

  “How much?”

  She gave him a once over. “Fifty.”

  In a quick move, he grabbed her arm and pulled her into the alley. He pushed face first against the wall and ground his erection into her ass. Her breathing turned deep and labored as he wrapped a hand around her throat.

  He leaned in and bit her ear, making her yelp.

  Jose ran a hand up her hip that was barely covered by a short pleather skirt. He gripped her panties and ripped them off of her.

  Her breath caught as she arched against him. “Oh, take me. Please. Fuck me hard.”

  Jose smirked and lowered his zipper, freeing his hard erection. “Spread your legs, whore.”

  She bent over at the waist. In a smooth move, he was in her.

  Jose shuddered. It had been too long since he’d felt the sweet tightness of a cunt wrapped around his cock.

  Even though the hooker was blonde, all he could think about was Tori and her dark hair waiting to be yanked. He was going to get her. Soon.

  Chapter 14

  My body stirred as hot kisses and cool air washed over my back. I was naked and I realized that I had either kicked the blankets off of me, or someone else had removed them. It was probably the latter, knowing the person who shared my bed.

  I stretched out my arms under my pillow, lying on my stomach, as the hot kisses trailed from my ankles to my calves and higher. Sebastian must have carried me to bed last night. Though sleeping on the couch with him would have been just as wonderful.

  Shivers ran over my skin as these magic lips were the only things that touched my body. I gasped and moaned as a hot tongue licked the crease just under my ass.

  Teeth nibbled gently against my flesh, and rough, calloused hands massaged my flesh. Arching into the touch, my body burned with desire for that man. “Sebastian.”

  Rising above me, he kissed me softly on the lips. “Morning.”

  “Good morning, yourself.” My body was sore in all the right places from being well used the night before. Knowing we’d have guests later today, including Brett, made me wonder if Sebastian wasn’t putting a claim on me. Kind of like marking me. Reminding me that I belonged to him.

  Oh God, who knew what he would do once Brett showed up?

  Sebastian nipped my shoulder, sending liquid pooling between my thighs. “I want you for breakfast,” he said, his voice still husky from lack of sleep.

  “You always have me for breakfast,” I purred.

  Lifting my hips, he placed a pillow under them. “Are you complaining?”

  “No. Not at all,” I breathed.

  He licked my shoulder and ran the tip of his cock over my core. “Good. It is the most important meal of the day you know.”

  I gasped as he inched into me. Our morning sessions were always slow, passionate. Not animalistic and raw like during the day. I favored the morning and loved being woken up by him, but I needed the raw intensity of his love as well. I needed to know that he wouldn’t leave me again.

  He held my hands above my head, curling his fingers in mine, thrusting gently into me.

  I spread my legs, opening myself to him as his thrusts picked up speed.

  “Oh God. Sebastian,” I cried out as a quick explosion washed through my body, shaking me to my very core.

  “Give me another one,” he breathed into my ear. He pulled out and slammed back into my waiting heat.

  I cried out. “I…oh…”

  “That’s it. Come hard for me.”

  My body shook around him. “Sebastian.”

  He tightened his hold on my hands and powered into me with a strength that I craved. “Scream my name, baby.”

  My pussy clenched as he pumped into me.

  “God, you feel fucking good.”

  I screamed his name as a climax tore from my center.

  He grunted. “Again.”

  I lifted my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust, igniting a growl from him.

  Sebastian drilled into me one last time, and we both came at once.

  I moaned and sighed peacefully when a cry erupted through the baby monitor.

  Sebastian chuckled and kissed my shoulder one last time before removing himself. “Come join me in the shower when you’re done.”

  My stomach flipped and I hopped off the bed. Feeling his eyes on me, I turned to him. Sebastian was sitting on the edge, his eyes dark as they roamed over me. “What?”

  Walking up to me, his hard muscles flexing with powerful step as he moved with a powerful gait, he grabbed my chin. Placing a hard kiss on my lips, he squeezed my ass.

  I gasped as a tingle of pain erupted through me, making my skin bloom with heat.

  “You have bruises on you,” he said, releasing my mouth.

  I looked down, breathing rapidly. My thighs and hips were covered with dark spots. My nipples were red, swollen and tender. I looked back up at him. “I see that.”

  “Does that freak you out?” he asked, concern filling his eyes.

  Smiling, I ran a thumb over his bottom lip. “I think it’s sexy.”

  He smirked. “Really?”

  I nodded. “I like knowi
ng that I’m not the only one that loses control.”

  His eyes darkened, as they roamed down my naked body. “Go check on our son,” he husked.

  I licked my lips and swallowed hard at the heated promises in his eyes. My heart stuttered and I turned, grabbing my housecoat from the door.

  A hard swat landed on my ass. I squealed and glared at him. He chuckled and headed into the washroom.

  I shook my head, clearing my throat and walked down the hallway to Antonio’s room. I tried easing my racing heart. Was I a freak that one swat on the ass had me turning to mush? Sebastian seemed to like it, so that’s all that mattered.

  Ignoring my inner rant, I opened our son’s door and flipped on the light. He was giggling, his eyes wide with excitement. The room was bright with sunlight to go along with his happy morning bounce.

  I approached his crib. “Good morning, ba—”

  The door slammed shut behind me. A large figure leaned against the door with cold black eyes that had haunted my nightmares for two years. I screamed as Jose Alvarez took a step toward me. He sneered, his eyes filling with heat as they took in my scantily clad form. “God, I’ve missed that sound, cochina.”

  Chapter 15

  Jose stalked toward me slowly, his eyes roaming over my body, making me cringe. He was tall and lanky, but a lethal air swirled about him, letting me know this was not going to end well for me.

  Icy fear paralyzed my spine as I stared into the black eyes of my nightmare.

  Bile rose to my throat and I swallowed, taking deep breaths. I closed my housecoat tighter around myself. I wished at that point I wore a burlap sack or snowsuit, anything that would cover me from head to toe.

  Antonio started crying and I moved towards him. “Shhh...baby...” My throat was dry, but I continued whispering to him soothingly.

  “Did you get my note, cochina?” Jose asked, pacing back and forth slowly across my sons room.

  I swallowed hard but didn’t answer.

  He smirked. “Did you miss me?”

  I backed up as he took another step forward. I glared at him. “Like a root canal.”