Distracted: An Everyday Heroes Novel (The Everyday Heroes World)

by Michelle Fernandez

“Your parents are fine with things after I explained it to them.” It’s all I can say, hoping this will ease her anger. She’s hurt, and I caused it. And it took Nonna’s death for the secrets to be revealed and for us to be reunited. But are we?

  “Really, Sabrina? You think that eases the blow? You just made my parents’ freaking decade with this news. Mom has wanted grandkids for so long.”

  “And you?”

  “Me?”

  “Yes. How do you feel about Lily?” I ask, trying to lighten the conversation.

  “That is the most absurd question.”

  “Is it?” I swipe a fallen tear. “How do you feel about Lily?” I ask again.

  “We aren’t talking about Lily. We are talking about how you lied.”

  “So, you want me to apologize. Well, I’m sorry. There, I said it. And I feel like horseshit for not telling you. No, actually I feel like the flies that swarm and land on the horseshit.”

  A smile tugs at the corner of Callie’s mouth. “That’s pretty gross, Sabbie.”

  “So, does that mean I’m forgiven?” I ask.

  “I should’ve known Lily was a Hayes.” She takes my hand and pulls me into a hug. “Lily’s got our eyes.”

  “It really sucked not telling you.”

  “I wish I knew.” Callie steps back, her hands holding my shoulders. “You needed a friend, Sabs. You were dealing with this all alone.”

  “I wasn’t completely alone. Rocky and Nonna helped me a lot—”

  “Lilliana knew?” Callie questions.

  “Not at first. Then she figured it out and kept pressing me for an answer.”

  “That would explain why she kept saying this quote to me when we talked about Lily. . . there are no secrets that time does not reveal.”

  “Nonna had a way of letting people know things, didn’t she?”

  “That she did,” Callie confirms.

  “I really screwed things up, didn’t I?”

  “Secrets have a way of hurting people. I knew you had a thing for Spencer, but I didn’t know how deep it was. I also didn’t want you to fall for him because of how he treated the girls in high school.”

  “I knew how Spence was. And I tolerated it,” I clarify.

  “I rest my case, Sabs. You hid your feelings from him, and you were never straight up with me and told me how much you loved him.”

  “Callie, I’ve always loved your brother,” I say with certainty.

  “And how did Spence take the news about Lily?” she asks.

  As awful as the last few weeks have been, from Nonna’s death, dropping the news on Spencer, to Lily running away and finding her, there’s healing woven between all of it.

  “Surprisingly, he took it well. I mean, at first, he was shocked, then we talked it out.”

  “Spencer told me he felt connected to Lily. He just couldn’t put his finger on why.” Callie rests her hand on my shoulder.

  There’s a stretch of silence before I speak again. “So, are we okay? I’d like to have my sister from another mister back.”

  “Don’t ever keep me in the dark or shut me out again. Do you understand me?” Callie scolds with a smile. “I love you, Sabbie. Don’t forget that.”

  “I love you too, Callie.” After we hug again and she invites me into her apartment for some make up wine time, I suddenly notice shiny blonde curls barreling down her back. Then I see she has a little more makeup on than usual. “Do you have a hot date or something?”

  “Or something,” she answers vaguely as I take a seat at the small kitchen table.

  She grabs a bottle of wine from the counter and two glasses. I watch her pour the burgundy liquid, giving her the time to tell me. The last time she dated a guy was over a year ago, but nothing ever serious.

  “Callie, what happened to not keeping each other in the dark?” I throw back at her.

  “I’m not keeping you in the dark. I just don’t want to get my hopes up if this doesn’t work out, that’s all.”

  “Who’s the lucky guy?”

  “You can’t say anything to Spence,” she says, handing me the glass of wine. “He’ll kick his ass if he found out he was in town. He told me he’s just passing through to visit me, and then he’s heading to Los Angeles.”

  “Now who’s keeping secrets?” I chide. “Anyway, who’s your guy?”

  “First, he’s not my guy,” Callie says nonchalantly. “But I wish he was.”

  “Who?” I ask again, my interest piqued.

  “Hudson.”

  I nearly spit my wine after she said his name. “Hudson? Tattooed, all muscles, Hottie Hudson?”

  “And let’s not forget sexy,” she replies.

  “How long have you liked him? Why didn’t you say anything about him before?”

  “Because . . .”

  “Does Spencer know you have feelings?”

  “No, and does it matter?”

  “Of course it matters. Need I remind you, he’s your brother’s best friend?”

  “Well, Spencer will have to get over it.” She raises a brow. “I did.”

  “Touché,” I retort.

  “Besides, it’s not a big deal. We’re just meeting for drinks.”

  “Not a big deal, my ass,” I say as I take another sip. I’ve seen that look before. “Wait, you two had sex, didn’t you?”

  “Don’t be ridiculous.” She lets out a long sigh. “We kissed.”

  “When did this happen?” I ask.

  “We kissed a few nights before I left New York to come back home. Hudson is the reason I broke it off with George. Did you know Hudson has one of the biggest tattoo parlors out there? Did you know he was asked to judge a tattoo competition that will be airing on television?”

  “Sorry, I haven’t really kept up on Hottie Hudson.” I giggle before I take another sip from my wineglass.

  Callie presses her face in her palms, then looks up at me. “Who am I kidding? I’m such a mess, Sabrina. What if he kisses me again? I don’t want to get caught up. Come with me.”

  “And be the third wheel? No, thanks.”

  “Besides, Spencer is waiting for me at home.”

  She narrows her eyes and huffs. “You suck!”

  “That’s the plan.”

  “Sabrina Kent!” she yelps and covers her ears.

  “What?” I feign innocence.

  “That’s my brother you’re talking about,” she reminds me.

  I laugh. “I know.”

  Spencer

  “Holy fucking hell, Sabrina,” I say, panting as she sucks, swallows, and takes me deeper in her mouth. I am so aroused by how she’s making me fall to my knees and rendering me helpless. Actually, she’s on her knees, her head between my legs, while I sit on the couch completely naked.

  Holy fucking hell. Sabrina can deep throat. My hands tangle in her hair as she bobs, her cheeks hollow, and her mouth surrounds me as she takes me deeper. One hand cups my balls, while her other strokes my cock. She looks up at me through her dark lashes, and I love the moans she emits as she runs her tongue along the underside of my shaft. I grunt, holding back, and controlling myself so I don’t lose it.

  Jesus Christ, Sabrina.

  I look up to the ceiling, tossing my head against the back of the couch. I want to watch her as I fuck her mouth, but I’ll lose it. I think of gunfights and car chases, so I don’t blow like a two-pump chump.

  Holy fuck, this woman is my nirvana.

  Lily is spending the night with my parents, her newfound grandparents, leaving us alone with the entire night to ourselves. I wanted to make this night special.

  The moment we arrived at the lake house, I practically attacked her when we entered through the door, leaving trails of clothes behind us as we peeled them off. I couldn’t help it.

  The takeout dinner, forgotten. The fire is crackling, and the wine is still chilling in the bucket. We’re in our own bubble. Just me and her. And this time, I’m letting her take control. She said she wanted to pleasure me, and who am
I to deny her?

  I’m going to blow. “Fuck. No. Not yet. I want to be inside you, baby,” I pant.

  She squeals as I pull her off my dick and off the floor before our lips crash together. I could drown in this woman and never come up for air. Her sweet peach scent, the heat of her body, and all that is Sabrina is my aphrodisiac.

  I break the kiss and reach for the box of condoms on the table I conveniently have ready. She pulls my wrist back to stop me.

  “Sabrina?” I question as her brown eyes meet mine.

  “I don’t want anything between us,” she says.

  “Are you sure?” I ask.

  “Yes. I’m on the pill. I promise,” she says. “There won’t be any accidental pregnancies.”

  “And if you get pregnant—”

  “I won’t,” she cuts me off.

  “I was going to say, if you get pregnant, I hope it won’t be the last time. I want to have more babies with you.”

  “You do?” Sabrina whispers.

  “I’m madly in love with you, Sabrina Kent, and I’m going to marry you someday. Soon, I hope.”

  “Make love to me, Spencer.”

  I rise from the couch, lift her, and lay her on the blanket-covered floor. When I ease myself in her warm body, we moan in unison at the first connection, and I groan as her wet pussy envelops my dick.

  Her moans and my grunts echo in the dark space. Her hot pussy around my rock hard cock, feels perfect. But tonight is not about sex. It’s about showing her how much I love her and that I want to have a future with her.

  “Your body was meant for me, baby,” I say. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  We continue these motions of ecstasy as I slowly withdraw and thrust back in to give her the pleasure she deserves. Sabrina lifts her hips, and I angle slightly so my cock rubs on her clit, and I know she’s done when she digs her nails into my shoulders and her pussy tightens around me.

  “Spencer,” she draws out. “Oh, please. Fuck. Don’t stop.”

  I wouldn’t dream of it.

  Heat rises along my legs as they begin to tremble. A mist of perspiration coats our bodies while we continue to make love. Sabrina holds the other half of my heart, my mind, and my soul. I’m doing everything I can to hold back, but I don’t think I can this time.

  Electricity overtakes my body as I continue to plunge back inside her, wanting to give her one last orgasm before I let go. She squeezes her pussy around my dick, and I’m left to surrender to her, riding out the most intense orgasm. I erupt inside her, and we crash over the edge together as her hand grips the blanket around us.

  Neither one of us wants this evening to end. Never in my life have I felt this way during sex. But that’s just it . . . it’s not just sex with Sabrina. We made love, and I love her more today than I did yesterday.

  It’s well past midnight when we share a bowl of Neapolitan ice cream while sitting naked on a pile of blankets. The embers from the fire are the only thing illuminating the living room.

  “Thanks for tonight, Spence. The flowers, dinner, and the dessert,” she says before leaning in to give me another lingering kiss. “And I’m not talking about the ice cream.”

  “Mmm,” I moan on her lips until she pulls back. “Nope. Come back here. I love the taste of your cold tongue.” She kisses me back. “Chocolate kisses.”

  “I love ice cream,” she says against my lips.

  “Now I know where Lily gets it from,” I say, scooping a mixture of chocolate and vanilla.

  “After we have our alone time, we are going to pick up Lily in the morning. I have a surprise for her. I have a surprise for her every day this coming week.”

  “And what about me?” she asks.

  “You said that I need to impress Lily. And considering I already impressed her mom with my sex appeal, I’ve done my job,” I say proudly and shovel a heap of vanilla in my mouth.

  “So that’s it? You’re done?”

  I scoop another dollop and bring it close to her lips—a cocky grin tugs at the corner of my mouth. I pull back the spoon when she opens. “I recall you begging me not to stop just moments ago. So, yeah, I think I’ve done my job.” I laugh and feed her the ice cream, preventing her from saying anything further. “And I believe I’ve fulfilled all my duties, which included . . .” I count on my fingers one by one. “At least five orgasms in the first couple of hours.”

  “Only five?” she replies playfully, and a naughty smile brightens her face. “That’s all I’m getting?”

  “What do you mean ‘that’s all I’m getting’? Are you trying to kill me, young lady?”

  “Are you throwing in the towel, old man?” She licks her lips. “Because if you are, I can shower and please myself like I used to.”

  Like she used to?

  My dick is immediately hard as I push the bowl of melted ice cream aside. It would turn me the fuck on to watch her finger herself, but not tonight. I crawl over her, forcing her to lie flat on her back. “As much as I would love to watch you get yourself off, I believe you’ll love it even more when I do it.”

  Her hair fans over the throw pillows and our bodies warm against each other. Her eyes are desirous as I slide my fingers between us and find her wet pussy and swollen clit. I make circles with my thumb and her moans fill the silence in the room.

  “Do you like that, baby?” I ask with my mouth close to hers.

  “Yes,” she whispers.

  I kiss her feverishly. “I fucking love you, Sabrina,” I mumble against her lips.

  I can feel her smile grow on her face. “I fucking love you too, Spencer.”

  I groan and fist my cock in my hand, centering it with her wet center. “I need to be inside you, baby.” With one push, her creamy walls milk my dick as I stroke in and out. This woman has ruined me for any other.

  God only knows why she’s loved me all this time, and I don’t want her ever to stop. I’m the luckiest bastard on the face of the planet. Scratch that, in the whole damn universe. This woman is my universe. Everything with Sabrina feels natural, feels right, and feels perfect. Our bodies were meant to be together.

  I’m trying to hold back, wanting to give her one last orgasm. Old man, my ass. I’ll show her who’s not old.

  My thrust varies in motion and speed as I pound deeper into her hot pussy. Holy fuck, she feels good! And I know she’s peaking as her nails dig into my back.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” she screams. “Spencer. I’m going to . . .”

  There is no better sound than the woman screaming your name when she’s climaxing. Her body tenses and then goes limp, as does mine after I explode. I take the next several seconds to take in her beauty as I look down at the woman I just made love to.

  “Spencer?” She leans her head to the side and cups my cheek. “You okay?”

  My forehead touches hers. “I’m better than okay. I’m the happiest I have ever been.”

  Sabrina

  “Spencer?” I call out to him, hearing only birds chirping outside the open window and the rustle of leaves from the breeze.

  I spend the next few minutes remembering last night. My body is relaxed, and yet I’m

  spent from making love all night. I think we only had a few hours of sleep. But, if this is going to be my life every morning, I gladly welcome it.

  We weren’t supposed to be together. All that I lost in the last six years has brought me here. After many months of getting over him, I came to terms that I was on my own and would raise Lily without him. Yet here we are.

  He’s the boy who dared me to jump off the top branch when I was thirteen and when I realized I loved Spencer Hayes. He’s the one who came to my rescue when I didn’t go to the hotel room with Elliott Matthews after prom, and we spent the rest of the night staring up at the stars on the dock outside this house. He held my hand when my parents died and the one who made love to me the day we buried them.

  Spencer Hayes is the man who took the news of Lily a lot better than I thought, who easily
forgave me, who admitted he’s always loved me and made promises for our future.

  I glance at my phone. It’s a little past nine o’clock and no messages.

  “Spence?” I call out again as I grab my clothes from my overnight bag and slip them on. I look out the window to see the car is still in the driveway. I quickly head to the bathroom, brush my teeth, and pull my hair up in a ponytail.

  The aroma of coffee trails from the kitchen, and I’m dying for a cup. After I take the first sip, a note catches my eye.

  Good morning, Buttercup. Enjoy your coffee and meet me by the dock.

  I smile and butterflies take flight in my belly. He surprised me last night by taking me up here and leaves me wondering what he has in store. After I down my coffee, I head to the dock and find him on the boat.

  My breath hitches when I see the design on the side of it—two S’s entwined between the sun and the moon and the words The Eclipse engraved above it.

  “Well, it’s about time, sleepyhead,” he says playfully with his hands on his hips.

  My eyes go wide as I point. “Spence, that’s . . .”

  “Yes. Our tattoo.” He holds out his hand and pulls me aboard.

  My smile is instant as he wraps his arms around me, and I snuggle against his hard chest. “The meaning of that tattoo was us never being together,” I say.

  He pulls me away and lifts my chin with his fingers. “When the sun and moon do come together. It’s called an eclipse. That’s what we are, baby.”

  “But an eclipse is temporary,” I remind him, giving a quick science lesson.

  He laughs and kisses my lips. “Not this eclipse. You are my forever.”

  “If I had realized you were waiting for me . . .”

  “You’re worth the wait, Buttercup.” He kisses me again. “But no more waiting. This day is all about you.”

  His lips meet mine again, and my hand grips his neck, keeping him there. Our tongues dance to the sound of the waves hitting the boat. Losing myself in him, I savor the moment as if I’m playing catch-up for the time we lost.

  I could kick myself in the butt for not accepting the forfeit kisses I could have easily taken when we were kids. But this is even better. This kiss is a mixture of tenderness and greed, if that’s even possible.