Page 82 of Sebastian's Baby

I’mon edge the whole trip to Seattle the next morning because I know that when I see Lita I’m going to need to have an awkward conversation about what happened last night. We definitely need to clear the air if she thinks she’s nothing more than a fuck buddy for me, but I also need her to know that Heather’s not right because I don’t want to lead Lita on in any way.

It’s frustrating because it’s all feeling very messy and complicated, and it seems to me like it was neither of those things until Heather stuck her nose into it.

“Wait here while I check the suite, Mr. Fox,” Daryl says when we enter the room in the Seattle hotel.

I nod, and he walks off to check the place out. I grin, remembering the last time I was in Seattle, and wonder if he’ll be treated to a show today as well. There are no sounds of anyone being discovered in flagrante, and he doesn’t look flustered when he comes out of the bedroom this time.

“All good, sir.”

“Excellent. I’ll let you know if we need you.”

He nods and leaves the suite. I leave the overnight bag I brought with me where it is and head to the bedroom to see if Lita is waiting for me. She was meant to get here before me, but Daryl didn’t give any indication that he’d seen her.

When I open the door to the bedroom, I’m treated to the most amazing sight. Lita is lying naked on the bed and waiting for me. Blood rushes to my groin, and I’m semi-hard immediately. She’s stunning, and I feel like I’d forgotten how gorgeous she is. I definitely can’t wait to fuck her.

Her breasts are plump, and the pink nipples are stiff, ready to be licked and sucked. She has a small bump, too, and there’s something hot about knowing that I’m the one who got her pregnant and that she’s going to have my baby. I trail my gaze down her long legs, imagining them wrapped around my waist before I look back at her face and smile at her.

“Well, hello there, princess.”

“Hi, Seb.”

“You are wearing exactly as many clothes as I like to see you wearing, princess,” I say as I unlace my shoes to take them off.

“Is that so?” Lita laughs.

“Most definitely.”

I pull my t-shirt off over my head, thinking that Lita should be naked all the time. When I look back at her, she’s biting her lip as she watches me, and I think I might come in my jeans before I can even get them off.

“Well, hurry up and wear the same amount of clothes as me; I need a good fucking. Three weeks is a long time, you know.”

“You’re telling me,” I laugh as I unbutton my jeans to pull them off. “I think I might explode.”

I get my jeans and underwear off, and as I start walking toward the bed, Lita says, “As if you’ve ever gone that long without sex.”

“No, but it’s a long time without having sex with you, princess,” I tell her as I climb onto the bed and lie down next to her. “I think I’m getting addicted to having kind of epic sex regularly.”

I’ve actually gone longer without sex. When we were recordingGames We Playout at Galena, we were there for a month, and I didn’t have anyone. It didn’t feel half as long as the last three weeks since seeing Lita, though.

Lita turns to face me, then wrinkles her nose. “I know I’m going to hate myself for asking this, but is the sex you have with other women not that good?”

I know exactly how to explain it to her, so I smile at her and tell her honestly, “It’s really just glorified masturbation.” We might as well get this conversation out of the way, and a flash of annoyance at Heather passes through me as I say, “Look, about the shit from last night—”

“Let’s not talk about it,” Lita says quickly, looking like she wants to have this conversation about as much as I do.

“No, Lita. We need to talk about it,” I say firmly, because if we don’t have this conversation now, it’ll just be hanging there between us, and I don’t want that.

I reach a hand forward and tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, thinking about what I want to say. I want her to know what she means to me, but I also don’t want her to think it means more than it does.

“I don’t like hearing you say you’re nothing more to me than a fuck buddy,” I admit.

“But that’s what we are, aren’t we?” Lita frowns at me, seeming confused that I think she’s more than that.

“Why do you still think I have no feelings? Especially for you?” I ask her.

I don’t think she understands that I don’t have fuck buddies. I have single sexual encounters. If she were anyone else, the condom wouldn’t have broken because we wouldn’t have been having sex the next morning.

“Probably because you sleep with other women?” Lita gives me an incredulous look that reminds me of her brother asking about her having my baby.

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