And then, when I thought that the orgasm would have helped with a whole new problem in my life, I asked my heart what it felt. Hugging Seth, I knew the answer. And dammit, I still loved him.
I loved the way he laughed against my lips when my hand moved down the side of his ribcage, tickling him by accident. I loved the way he kissed me like it was never enough. I loved how he threatened to stab me over the tritest, most banal things.
I rolled off his body, reaching behind my back and between my cheeks to take the toy out.
Seth’s hand wrapped around my wrist and pulled it away. “No,” he said quietly. “I want you to keep it inside.”
I wish I could say I was made of stronger stuff, but the truth was, his words made my cock stir.
“I’ll take it out when I want,” he said. “And it won’t be soon.”
“Are we going again?” I asked, kissing his neck until he laughed.
“You’re staying over,” he said.
With Silas away for the night and the toy safely inside me, I couldn’t find an excuse. I just knew that my heart leaped with joy that Seth wanted me even now. “Is that what you want?” I asked.
Seth shot me a naughty smirk. “You paid for dinner. I owe you.”
I laughed and shook my head. “You say the most terrible things.”
“What does it feel like?” he asked.
It feels like I won’t ever be able to sleep alone in an empty bed. It feels like I won’t be able to eat or read or play hockey unless you’re there. It feels like I’m starving for your attention and adoration, and it’s the only nectar that I want. But I knew what he was asking, so I kissed him gently, one closed eye after the other, and whispered, “It feels right.”
His hand moved down my arm, slipped onto my hip, then dragged lazily over my ass. “You big bottom.”
I pinched his nipple for that.
“We should run away together,” I said.
Seth snorted and rolled onto his back, his right hand resting on his chest. I lifted my head onto my right fist, elbow planted into the mattress. My left hand touched his abdomen, muscle trembling once upon contact. “Run away together, he says.” His gaze flicked to my eyes. “Are you always this dramatic?”
“I was the unofficial prom queen of my class,” I said.
“I can see you in a tiara,” he said. He looked at me like a movie psycho. “And only a tiara.”
I laughed and rolled onto my back, flinching at the strange sensation of the toy still inside me. It cut my breath, but it made me feel so comfortable and at home in Seth’s bed. When the hell had this happened?
“Did you see how everyone looked at you when we entered the restaurant?” Seth asked.
“Did they?” I hadn’t been paying attention. “We make a cute couple. If only you weren’t so into murdering me.”
“It’s the least I can do for you,” Seth said. “This is a blood feud, my friend. You told everyone that my kin pissed his pants in your bed.”
I snort-laughed and shook my head. “That blew up beyond my intentions.”
“It’s the way of rumors,” he mused. “I am Seth Kane. You slandered my brother. Prepare to moan.”
“Did you just…?”
“Shut up,” he said, turning to me and burying his face in the crook of my neck, laughing at a horrible impression.
“Yours are worse than mine,” I howled.
Seth only laughed harder. I loved his silly side. I loved how he rolled his eyes when I did weird voices or dusted off some archaic words. I loved how he gave up on fighting it and did weird accents or intentionally mispronounced words. It was a low form of humor, right next to tripping and falling, yet it entertained us endlessly.
I looked at him as he rolled onto his back again, naked and beautiful and still smiling to himself. Yeah, I was in love. I was so deep in it that there was no point pretending. It would only make me look silly, like the “This is fine” meme.