Page 6 of Crash with Me (Seasons of Sizzle #3)

SIX

SETH

Feeling loose after the massage—and after the most explosive handjob of my life—I tighten my hold on Heidi’s hand as we leave the day spa.

“Someone is eager to get out of there.” She giggles and practically skips to keep up with my long strides. “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere.”

She laughs again, a sound that’s quickly become one of my favorites in the world. It’s up there with wind blowing through the trees, while a creak bubbles, and birds chirp on one of my hikes.

There’s only one sound I think I’ll love more.

It's the sound of her crying out my name as I make her come.

A sound I intend to hear as soon as fucking possible.

A door opens off the hotel lobby, and a sanitation worker leaves, pushing a cart with them.

“That’ll do,” I mutter.

“What?”

I don’t answer Heidi’s question. Instead, I throw open the door, pull her inside and slam it shut.

Her lips open in surprise. Before she can ask what exactly we’re doing in here, I kiss her.

Hard.

My tongue sweeps into her mouth finding hers. I capture her gasp and savor the feel of her fingers gripping my shoulders. Digging in so hard, I wouldn’t be surprised to find bruises there later.

I hope I do. I want a visual reminder of this moment. Of what I’m about to do.

Gripping her hips, I push Heidi back against the door. Propping her up with my body pressed against hers. My cock, once again painfully hard, cradled against her soft curves.

I’d like to feel her hand around me again.

I’d love to be in her mouth or in her hot pussy.

But my wants can wait. Her needs, her desires, are all that matters now. I can’t wait to explore them.

Taking a nip at her bottom lip, I trail wet, hot kisses along the line of her jaw and down her neck.

I pause as I find her pulse, her heart racing. I suck slightly on her skin there, savoring the feel of her pulse beating against my tongue. Delighting in the way she gasps and arches against me. Urging me on. Silently begging for more.

I have every intention of delivering.

“Seth.” My name comes out in a whispered breath. It’s both a question and an answer.

“Hold on, sweetheart.” I give another nip at her neck. “I’m going to make you feel good.”

“You already do.”

I chuckle, low in my throat as I stroke the curves of her hips.

Pulling back slightly, I nuzzle the sweet spot behind her ear. “Can I kiss you?”

She massages my shoulder. “Isn’t that what you’ve been doing?”

“Yes, but, I’d like to kiss you somewhere else.”

She sucks in a breath. “You do?”

“So. Fucking. Much.” I lower my head to press my lips to the swell of her breasts above the V of her sundress’s neckline.

“Well…” She takes a shuddering breath as I push the dress aside and kiss her through the lace of her bra. “I suppose it would only be polite to let you have your way.”

“Oh.” I slide my tongue under the lace and she hisses. “I don’t plan on doing anything polite.

With that. I drop to my knees and bunch the skirt of her dress up. I stroke the smooth, creamy skin of her thighs. I kiss one leg above her knee. Then the other, higher up on her thigh.

Then, with one jerk, I tug her panties down her hips and let them fall to the ground. The sweet, musky scent of her desire fills my lungs and my soul.

With a growl, I lower my head to see if she tastes as good as she smells.

“Oh.” She gasps as I slide my tongue across her seam. One hand slides into my hair as I find her clit and swirl my tongue around it in long, languid circles.

“Oh my God.”

I vaguely hear the sound of her head thudding back against the door as I apply pressure, then ease up, and add more, and lighten. Teasing and tempting.

Making her every bit as wild as she made me before.

It’s not enough.

Sliding one hand up her belly under the dress, I find her chest. I tug the bra down until I find her breast. I massage it, sliding my thumb over the hardened peak. She lets out a mew, like a satisfied kitten.

At the same time, I squeeze her hip with my other. Pulling her more squarely against me so I can devour her with more ferocity. I use my tongue. My lips. And even my nose to entice as much of her as possible.

Based on the noises she’s making, the battle I’m waging on her desire is working. Only, in this battle, we’ll both be the victors.

She tugs on my hair, pulling it so it’s almost painful. It’s the best feeling as her breaths grow shorter and higher pitched.

“Seth,” she cries out, music to my ears. “Oh, I’m so close. I’m… so… close.”

I press my tongue more squarely against her clit, suckling on it as I gently pinch her nipple between my finger and thumb.

“Oh. SETH!” she cries out, she presses against me as her body quivers and the power of the orgasm consumes her.

She collapses back against the door, her breath coming in gasps. I pull my head back and rest my cheek against her thigh. Rubbing my lips together to memorize her taste.

“I was right,” I murmur, pressing one more kiss to the curls covering her sweet pussy.

“Right about what?”

“That’s the best sound in the world.” I tug up her panties.

“What is?”

I kiss her through the satin and look up at her looking down at me with hazy green eyes. “The sound of my name on your lips while you’re coming. It’s the best sound in the world.”

“What crawled up your butt and died?”

I scowl at my sister as I finish tying a bundle of roses and some sort of netting to a chair. “Nothing.”

“Yeah right.” She snorts. “You forget that I’ve known you my whole life. And I can tell when you’re in a piss poor mood.”

“I’m fine.”

“No you aren’t.”

There’s no point in arguing. Like Stacey, I’ve known her most of my life. And I can’t remember a time in my life when she let me win an argument.

Besides, she’s not wrong. I am in a “piss poor mood,” as she put it. I’d just brought Heidi back to our room and was about to strip her naked when she showed up at the door. Begging me to come help her with a last-minute wedding emergency.

“I hardly think sticking flowers on chairs counts as a wedding emergency,” I grumble. “Why do they even need more flowers? They’re getting married in a fucking garden.”

“What was that?”

I shake my head. “Are we done here?”

“Almost.” She hands me another bundle of flowers and points to another chair at the end of the next row. “You seem eager to get back to your room. Are you so worried about primping for the wedding.”

“Shut up.” But there’s no heat in my words.

“Or, maybe you’re eager to get back to your ‘girlfriend.’”

I glance back up at her and catch her smirk.

“I know, you know.” Her grin spreads. “I know you two only met last night.”

Well shit. Of course, she does. “You aren’t going to say anything?”

“Absolutely not. I think it was a good idea to let Dad, Kelly, and the rest of the world know you’re unbothered.” Her lips twitch. “Besides, I’m rooting for you kids.”

I arch an eyebrow, which prompts a laugh. “I have eyes. I have ears. I can see and hear that somehow, in just one day, the two of you have established a relationship that is already stronger than any other you’ve ever had. Plus, I like Heidi.”

“I like her, too.”

“I’m glad to hear it. And I’m sure I’ll enjoy attending your wedding to Heidi better than this one.”

I roll my eyes, but I don’t tell her to shut up. Crazy as it sounds, hearing the word wedding and Heidi in the same sentence doesn’t fill me with panic or annoyance. It feels… right.

I’m not saying I’m going out to buy a ring after this wedding. But I do think, sooner rather than later, Heidi and I should have a talk about making this arrangement of ours a real thing.

Finally finished with the decor, I say my goodbyes to Stacey. I promise to find her before the wedding so we can sit together. There’s strength in numbers.

Eager to get back to Heidi to have a serious talk—and maybe a make-out session—I don’t notice a door open. A hand reaches out and tugs me inside.

I come face to face with Kelly. Her hair is already curled, teased, and pinned up, and her makeup is done.

But she’s only wearing a white slip and she’s eyeing me with a predatory look.

“Seth,” she purrs. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

My brow furrows. “Why?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe it was seeing you for the first time in so long. Maybe it was watching you work to make my wedding a fantasy.” She sighs. “It got me thinking… maybe I didn’t give us enough of a chance.”

I blink. “You’re joking.”

“I’m serious. So…” She bats her eyes, giving my arm another squeeze. “What do you say? Want to ditch this and find somewhere we can be together. Alone?”

I burst into laughter.

Pulling back as if I’ve struck her, Kelly’s bottom lip quivers and big, fat tears roll out of her eyes.

Despite the ridiculousness of her question coming an hour before her wedding to my dad, the man she left me for, I stop laughing.

“Hey, there’s no need to cry.”

“No. There is.” She swipes at her face, smudging mascara. “I know you don’t want me. Heck, I’m not even sure I want you.”

“Then what exactly is going on here?”

“I don’t know.” She sniffles. “I guess I was just feeling a little… sensitive and jealous.”

“Jealous?” I frown. “About Heidi and me?”

“No.” Her tear-stained gaze lifts to mine. “About Heidi and your father. I saw them disappear into her hotel room a few minutes ago.”