Page 53 of Sebastian

It was a good thing our apartment had a decent water heater, or else the shower would have turned cold by the time I’d calmed down enough to set Newt back on his feet. We were both a little wobbly, still riding the residual adrenaline that flowed through our veins, and we helped balance each other as we finished cleaning up.

Still, I wasn’t done. As soon as we stepped out of the shower, I pulled him into another long kiss that stirred my desire all over again. We didn’t even bother to dry off before I dragged him to the bedroom for round two.

Finally, I could lay his sweet figure out over the pillows and take him apart properly piece by piece. His nails dug into my back when I thrust inside him again, kneeling over him this time with his legs spread wide to accommodate me.

“No, I can’t,” he begged even as he pulled me close. “I just came. It’s too much.”

He kept saying no, kept begging for mercy, but his legs wrapped tight around me and pulled my hips into him even harder. I followed this physical instruction and pounded into him hard and fast, pushing us both toward our second orgasm in only a few minutes. Yet, even as the pleasure overtook me and I heard him cry out again, I knew this still wouldn’t be enough to satisfy either of us.

Sometime later, when we finally finished and lay tangled together on the mattress, I looked toward the clock to find that two hours had passed since we first entered the apartment. The sun was starting to sink outside the window, casting everything in a warm amber hue. It brought out the golden tones in Newt’s hair, as though some heavenly being had gilded him around the edges.

Our quiet intimacy was disrupted when Newt’s stomach growled. Groaning with embarrassment, he hid his face against my chest, but I only laughed.

“Sounds like someone’s hungry.”

I felt the vibration of words against my skin but couldn’t understand what he said.

“What was that, baby?” I grinned.

He raised his head just enough to repeat himself clearly. “It’s not my fault. You wore me out. How many times did we even do it? You’re an animal. Take responsibility.”

I pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose, happy to comply. “All right. Let me see what we have in the kitchen. You and Frankie have kept this place stocked with all kinds of healthy stuff, but I think we’ve got a stash of your favorite M&M’s as well.”

I rose from the bed and grabbed a pair of gray sweatpants that were hanging over the arm of a chair. As I pulled them on, I took a moment to marvel at how easily they slid over my new cast. I could almost forget it was even there.

“Wait,” Newt called as I reached for the door. “You should relax. I’ll go get us something.”

He moved as if he meant to get up, but I shook my head. “Let me do it. You’ve been catering to me for weeks. Now that I can finally walk, it’s my turn.”

It took very little convincing for Newt to lie back down. I hesitated for a moment, enjoying the sight of him sprawled among my sheets with the setting sun running golden fingers over his skin.

It was only because of this moment of hesitation that I noticed an odd sound. Quiet footsteps echoed in the room just beyond the door. In an apartment currently housing five people, footsteps were not uncommon, but what caught my attention was the unfamiliar pattern.

My brother’s footsteps I could recognize even in the dark. Gabe and Frankie I was less familiar with, but the pattern didn’t seem to match what I’d observed of them so far.

Gabe stalked silently, but with purpose, like an arrow being shot from one place to another.

Frankie was louder, but always careful, as though he were dancing his way through life.

These footsteps were neither.

“Hello,” I called. My hand still rested on the doorknob. “Did you guys finish your meeting already? Finally going to tell me what you found?”

Maybe I was wrong about the footsteps. I’d only known Gabe and Frankie a few weeks, after all.

I waited for a reply, desperately hoping to hear a familiar voice and prove I was just being paranoid.

No one spoke, but the footsteps picked up their pace. They grew softer and farther away. Then the door leading out of the apartment closed with a barely audible sound of squeaky hinges.

I opened the bedroom door, intent on going after whoever had been inside the apartment, but the minute I turned the handle, I heard an ominous metallic click.

“Fuck!”

Diving from the door, I grabbed Newt and rolled us both to the floor on the other side of the bed.

Then the whole world exploded around us.

We were thrown against the wall. My vision went black, but I was still conscious. A high-pitched whine screamed in my ears. Everything hurt, and yet was strangely numb at the same time.

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