MVP (VIP Book 3) (27 page)

“My mom says I’ve met you before, but all I remember is your dog. Maybe I can meet him again.”

“That would be cool.”

“My dad looks really happy when you’re around.”

“You think?”

He nodded. “I know. I’d like to see him more. I miss him a lot.”

“He misses you a lot, too.”

“Maybe I could come visit him?” he asked, peeking over at me.

“I’m sure that wouldn’t be a problem.”

“I could see your dog again, too.”

“Definitely.”

He bit the corner of his lip. “Maybe we could hang out or something. You know, whatever.” He shrugged.

“I’d like that.”

“Okay.”

He grabbed our empty bowls and cleaned them out in the sink. He dried them and then put them away and walked back over to me.

He looked down at his feet. “You want to go play PS3 or something?”

“I don’t really know how to play.”

He looked up. “It’s okay, I can teach you. We’ll just start from the beginning,” he added.

For some reason, I knew that meant more than just the game.

We were playing for about an hour when Sebastian walked in. The look on his face was priceless and I winked at him.

“Hey, Dad, I taught Ysabelle how to play Black Ops, she’s pretty good for a girl.”

“Oh yeah?”

“You want to play, Dad? I could set up another player.”

“I’d love to play.”

He came up behind me and kissed my cheek, taking a seat right in the middle of us and I put my legs on his lap.

We spent the New Year playing Black Ops and made love later that night. The next day, we went home.

Two more months went by. We never talked about New Years Eve again. We both jumped back into work when we came home and everything returned to the way it was.

I was on the phone when she walked inside.

“Yeah, Jen, I really appreciate you holding onto it this long. I should have called you sooner, but I think we’re going to pass on the house.”

She was pretending to look through the mail, but she was really eavesdropping.

“Yeah, I understand, it’s a hell of a deal. It’s not the right time for us.”

I could see her mind spinning as she stirred from foot to foot and then she started to bite her nail on her thumb.

“Yeah…no, it’s fine. Maybe next time and don’t worry you’ll be the first—”

“Tell her you’ll call her back,” she interrupted. “And tell her not to do anything yet.”

My eyebrows lowered as I spoke into the phone. “Jen, let me give you a call back and don’t do anything yet. Okay, bye.”

“Was that about the house?” she immediately asked.

“Yeah.”

“Were you telling her to put it back on the market?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

I laughed. “What do you mean why?”

“I thought you wanted the house?”

“I do.”

“Then why are you asking her to put it back on the market?”

I arched an eyebrow. “Ysa, why are you asking me this? It was never my decision, it was yours.”

She nodded. “I didn’t tell you I didn’t want the house.”

“You also didn’t tell me you did.”

Her eyes wandered all around the room and then back at me. “I want the house,” she simply stated.

“You do?” I questioned, caught completely off guard.

“I think so…but I want both of us to buy it, together.”

“Ysa, it was my gift to you for Christmas. Your name will be on the title, it will be our home. I’d like to buy it for us.”

“Well…I’d like to help. I mean we’ve been living together for ten months now. This place was completely paid for so we didn’t have to discuss bills and stuff. Maybe we should do that.”

“Okay…”

She sat down on the other couch with nervousness and anxiety radiating off of her.

“I don’t think this needs to be said, but I’m going to say it anyway. We both have a lot of money. I mean, I have more money than I know what to do with. I’d like to invest in the house as well. They’re asking three million dollars and we could split that and not have a mortgage. The bills could be split evenly as well.”

“I don’t know how I feel about that. I want to take care of you.”

She sighed. “I really appreciate that. Honestly I do. But I don’t need you to take care of me, at least not in that way. I would feel like a freeloader or something if you paid for everything, and I don’t like that. I want us to go into this together, I’m not saying I want a joint bank account; your money is your money and so is mine. Though we can have an account that we each deposit money into every month to cover our bills.”

My eyebrows leaned in together and my mouth curved.

“I know what you’re thinking and it’s not because I don’t trust you or anything like that. I’ve given you a lot of me. I pride myself in being financially stable. I never had been growing up and I can’t give that up. So please don’t ask me to. We’re partners. Buying a house together makes me feel like I’m bringing something to the table and so are you. Can you give me this?”

As much as I wanted to fight her on it, I couldn’t. I had won half the battle and it was going to have to be good enough. For now.

I reluctantly nodded and she tackled me, wrapping her entire body around mine.

“I love you! Ahhhhh! We just bought a house! Call her.”

I called her and she told us to meet her at the house to go over everything and to bring our checkbooks. We signed all the paperwork and we each wrote her a huge fucking check. She handed over the keys and said she would bring the title, along with the rest of the paperwork in a few days. We hugged her goodbye and walked her out.

The house was officially ours.

“Now what?” I goaded, spreading my legs on the stairs.

“I have something in mind. Get up,” he demanded.

I arched an eyebrow. “Why?”

He pulled me into his lap, my back to his front. “If you won’t move then I’ll do it for you.” He bit my shoulder. Hard.

“Ow! What was that for?”

He softly kissed the bite mark, not saying a word, and placed a few more kisses along my shoulder blades. Then he bit me again. Hard.

“Ow! What are you doing?” I asked, trying to move away, but he held me firmer.

I could feel him smiling, though he still didn’t say anything. He repeated the process a few more times, leaving bite marks from one shoulder to the other and then tenderly kissed every last one, trailing kisses back up to my ear.

“My girl.”

I smiled and nodded.

“You know what I want?”

“Hmmm…”

“I want to fuck you on these stairs. I don’t want to be soft or tender, I don’t even want to be sweet.”

I looked back at him and he kissed along my jawline.

“You want to know why?”

“Yes,” I breathed out.

He grinned as his hands reached around to remove my dress. He tossed it aside and I was left in nothing but panties. He kneaded my breasts and my head fell back on his shoulder.

“Where are you right now?” he asked with a certain desire and edge to his tone.

“Home,” I instantly replied.

“Where am I?”

I peeked over at him, knowing what he wanted. “Home.”

“And where are we?”

“We’re home, Sebastian, our place, together.”

He smiled and slapped the side of my breast. I whimpered in pleasure as his nails started raking up and down my torso until he dug his thumbs in the sides of my panties. I leaned back onto his body and he slid them down, I kicked them off when they reached my ankles.

I rocked my hips on his hard-on and he jerked my head back by my hair.

“Are you wet?” he murmured into my ear.

I moaned in response and rested my hands on his thighs to open my legs further, provoking him to check. He took my silent plea and his fingers crept to my clit.

I cunningly smiled.

“You’re always so fucking wet,” he groaned into my neck.

He alternated using his palm and fingers to manipulate my nub and I moved my hips in the opposite direction that he stimulated. My clit was overly exposed from the angle and it didn’t take long for my wetness to pool.

“That feel good, Ysa?”

There was something animalistic in his voice that I had never heard before. I sucked in my lower lip and he let up on my hair, opting to grab the back of my neck instead and geared me sideways into his lap. We were face-to-face now and the expression on his face was primal. When his fingers slipped into my opening, my head wanted to fall back, but he wouldn’t allow it. He held me firm in place, where he could watch my face come apart. He finger fucked my g-spot like a man possessed and on a mission to prove something.

My mouth parted, my breathing escalated, and when my eyes started to roll to the back of my head, he yanked my neck forward so that they would stay open.

“Jesus…Sebastian…please let me come…please,” I begged.

“Pull out my cock,” he demanded and I did.

He sat me on his dick before I even saw it coming, and he effortlessly thrust up while I slid down his shaft in one plunge. I came on the spot. My body trembled and my come dripped down his balls. He didn’t give me any time to recover as he turned our bodies so that we were closer to the railing, and I grabbed a spindle to support my weight.

“Lean forward,” he huskily ordered.

I did as I was told and he gripped my hips. Hard. I knew there would be markings all over my body when he was done having his way with me. He forcefully and urgently made me bounce on his cock as he slammed into me with his own movements.

“I’m climaxing so hard, your dick feels fucking amazing.”

He growled and clutched my hips harder, standing us up.

“Jesus…Sebastian, what’s gotten into you?” I panted, trying to find my bearings.

He put one of my legs on the other railing and leaned my body forward on the other. I started to shake from the awkward angle.

“I got you, you’re not going to fall,” he stated, reading my body.

I nodded and he swiftly thrust back inside me.

“Fuck…” we said in unison.

He stood sideways in between my legs, slamming in and out of me, holding my hips and body weight the entire time. My noises grew louder and louder the closer I got to release.

“Oh my God, Sebastian, I am going to come so hard. Please…please…please…make me come.”

He fucked me harder and faster, mercilessly pounding into me.

“That’s it…squeeze my cock with your tight pussy that I can’t get enough of. Fuck…you’re pulsating, so tight.”

The slapping sound of our skin-on-skin contact echoed in the room.

“Yes…yes…yes…” My body shuddered and I almost lost my balance from my intense and overpowering orgasm.

He didn’t stop, his hands moved to my shoulders and he continued to slam into me. I tried to keep his pace, barely done with one release and another hit.