Page 52 of Little Do You Know

“Keep doing what?”

“Keep fucking me with your fingers, or I’ll kill you.” I exhale sharply, and he smiles playfully.

“You don’t have to kill me; I’m not stopping unless you ask me to. I want to do plenty of things to you and with you, but for now, you’ll have to settle for my hands,” he teases, and a soft moan rolls off my tongue. “I’d like to taste you as you call out my name. I want to feel your pretty pussy come on my tongue before I bend you over the side of the bed to fuck you senseless. Would that be okay with you?”

If I weren’t so damn wound up right now, I would consider wiping the smile off his face with some payback. “Fuck, Bash.” I can’t believe the effect he has on me. It’s not fair. It’s never been like this with anyone else.

“You’re beautiful, Thalia. Absolutely stunning.”

I’m unsure what’s doing more for me right now: his words or talented fingers. When Sebastian kisses me, I can feel him smile against my lips as I arch against him again. “I need to come. Please let me come.”

He kisses me again, swallowing the sound coming from my mouth. I’m confident this man is going to be the death of me. Bash uses his thumb to apply pressure to my clit, and the added stimulation is too much for me.

“Come for me, Lia. Come all over my fingers,” he whispers against my lips, and I reach my peak.

Sebastian winks at me as he sucks his fingers clean, and I’m wondering if I’ve gotten in over my head with him. He rolls onto his back, pulling me into his side. “Fuck, you’re incredible.”

“I’m incredible? You are crazy.” I laugh, looking up at him incredulously.

He smiles, trailing his fingers over my skin. “That’s okay. I don’t want you to move. I like holding you.”

I see the sizable bulge in his pants, and we might have enough time if we make it quick. I move to brush my hand over it, but he grabs my wrist, stopping me. “Bash,” I complain because it’s not fair that I’m satisfied, and he’s depriving me of helping him. How rude.

Sebastian laces our fingers together, pressing the back of my hand to his lips. “Thalia.”

“Let me help.”

“I’m okay. This was about you. I should’ve listened to you, and I’m sorry I didn’t.”

I’m not winning this one, but I guess in a sense, I did win. I close my eyes and listen to his heart’s steady beating. “It’s okay. I don’t blame you for not listening.”

“I will from now on,” he promises, and I honestly think I could fall asleep right now in Sebastian’s arms.

“Can I ask you a question?”

He laughs shortly, shaking my head in the process. “You just did, but ask another.”

“Do you like football?”

It takes Sebastian a moment to respond, and I know I’ve caught him off guard. “What kind of question is that? It’s my entire life,” he answers, but not really at the same time.

“I know it’s your entire life, but I’m asking if you like it.”

If Bash doesn’t want to discuss it, I’ll drop it.

By the time he replies, I’m teetering on the edge of falling asleep. Bash’s voice wakes me up immediately. “I think you’re the first person ever to ask me that. I love it with every part of me, but I can’t help wondering sometimes if there’s more out there. Football is the only real connection I have to my father. It’s such a huge part of my identity that I don’t know who I would be without it. It used to be about being like him, but now there’s all these expectations. Scouts are at every game, and some days it feels like everyone is waiting for me to fall from the pedestal they’ve put me on.”

The fact that Sebastian mentions his dad is surprising. In all the years I’ve known him, Sebastian’s parents have only been mentioned a handful of times—if even that. Bash never willingly brings them up with anyone.

“You should play because it’s all you want to do, not because you have expectations from other people. I’m sorry that pressure sits on your shoulders. It’s not fair to you,” I say carefully, keeping my eyes shut, and his hand tightens around mine, letting me know I said the right thing.

“You asked me what the tow guy said while I talked to him, and I lied when I said it was nothing. He told me to keep winning games and that the program wouldn’t be what it is if it weren’t for me. It’s a lot sometimes. I’m one person, and I can’t dictate the outcome of games. It’s a team effort, and people forget that. Football is something I love to do, but I don’t want the spotlight that comes with it. Unfortunately, it’s not a one or the other situation.”

I open my eyes for a second to see what expression is on Sebastian’s face, but he looks peaceful with his eyes shut. I close mine again, resting a hand on his chest, right over his heart.

“What would you do if football wasn’t the expectation?”

“I think I would travel like you and Penelope have. I’ve never really thought all that much about it. It’s been my and Owen’s dream to get drafted together since we started playing.” His breathing is starting to slow as his strong body relaxes against mine. “Why are you asking about all this?”

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