Page 32 of Fractured Grief (Hope’s Ridge #2)

Seb

O h. My. God.

My brain short-circuited.

Indy in lingerie.

Holy fuck!

All my blood rushed south. How could something so simple, so few words, make my body react so viscerally?

“Seb, say something,” Indy’s hushed words registered.

“I… ah…” My mind was still trying to come back online after being assaulted by so many delightful visuals. I didn’t realize Indy pulled away from me until it was too late.

No, no, no.

He stood awkwardly by the bed, shuffling his foot back and forth, refusing to meet my eyes. “I should go,” he mumbled.

“What? No way!” I held out my arm to reach for him, but he was backing away. I had no choice but to stand up and try to stop him. “Indy, wait, please.”

“It’s okay, I shouldn’t have said anything. It doesn’t matter. Let’s just forget about this.”

“I can’t,” I panted out, trying to get my brain to work. “Those few words were the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”

He froze, his back to me as he glanced over his shoulder. “Wait, what?”

“Please.” Ever so slowly, he moved around into my embrace. He felt so right in my arms, I never wanted to let him go.

“You broke my brain. I’ve never thought about lingerie before, and the thought of it on you overwhelmed me for a moment. But honestly, my opinion doesn’t matter. If you feel good in lingerie and it makes you happy, then nothing else matters.”

“Seb,” Indy’s voice cracked, and he tightened his arms around my waist.

We stood like that, breathing in the moment.

He nuzzled into my chest, his beautiful curls shifting with the movement. This man had my heart. All he’d been through, all he’d done in his life to become the man he was today; I was in awe.

I love you , I thought as I kissed the top of his head.

It might be too early for those three little words, but I felt them in my core. Indy had changed my life. I vowed to show him how much he meant to me in every way I could.

Starting now.

“Let’s finish getting ready for bed. I want to keep holding you, and it will be more comfortable lying down.” I shuffled carefully over to my dresser, without my cane, to find something that might fit Indy. It wasn’t until the last drawer that I found an old T-shirt that might work.

Turning around, I found Indy standing behind me with my cane held out and an eyebrow raised.

“Thanks. Sorry, I know I need to keep using it,” I said, a little embarrassed at having to be reminded.

I took the cane and handed him my old T-shirt.

“Try this, it’s from high school and probably the only thing that might come close to fitting you. ”

“Thanks. I’ll just duck into the bathroom to change.” Color flushed Indy’s cheeks as he dashed from the room.

Finishing my nightly routine, I changed into a loose t-shirt and pajama pants. I sat on the bed waiting for Indy.

When he finally emerged, dressed in my oversized T-shirt, something new inside of me roared to life.

I loved seeing him in my clothes. A primal part of me treasured that he looked claimed by me.

I was transfixed by the way my shirt fell off one of his slight shoulders because the neckline was too big.

It was more like a dress on him, and the hem danced just above his knees, giving me teasing glimpses of his toned thighs as he walked towards me.

He was a vision. Softness, sunshine, and alluring beauty all rolled into one delectable and compact package.

He stopped in front of me, color highlighting his cheeks, and his teeth digging into his full bottom lip. I was held captive in his presence and never wanted to be released.

In a move I didn’t see coming, he climbed up to straddle my lap, kissing my cheek before moving to my mouth. Kissing him was as easy as breathing, and I swore I would never get enough. His lips were soft and pliant against mine, tentatively exploring and teasing.

“Thank you, Seb,” he whispered. “You make me feel seen and fearless in a way I never thought was possible.”

Hearing his words, I became overwhelmed by my feelings for him. It was so strong, I was close to drowning. I tentatively placed my hands on his thighs. My need for him came alive as my palms skated over his soft skin. He was gorgeous, but that’s not what had me enraptured.

It was him.

His personality, the way he looked at me, the way he made me feel.

Sex had never really been a thing for me, not a drive, or a need, but with Indy, it felt like something pure and deep and just more.

His touch set me on fire, but also made my heart race and my stomach fill with butterflies.

It was innocent and all-consuming. I wanted our connection to grow, to make his heart race like mine did.

Make him see how special and amazing he was.

How much he’d come to mean to me. I wanted to cherish him and bask in our closeness until we were both breathless and sated.

His taste was intoxicating, and I couldn’t get enough.

His scent surrounded us as I deepened our kiss.

My hands made their way up his thighs, his hair tickling my palms. I caressed his soft skin as he gave an aborted thrust on my lap.

I moved my hands to grip his hips and helped guide his movements when the soft lace of his underwear teased my fingertips.

He froze as my hands explored the delicate material hugging his delectable bubble butt.

“Can I see?” I whispered, careful not to break the moment. The energy in the air shifted and became heavy with desire as his gaze met mine. His pupils were blown with lust, and his lips were red from our kisses. He looked both innocent and sinful.

“Okay,” he said, as he hopped off my lap.

He teased the edge of my T-shirt over his thighs, lifting slowly, tempting me with glimpses of the royal purple satin and lace.

When he finally revealed everything to me, my breathing stuttered in my chest. He threw the shirt aside and tweaked one of his nipples, playfully.

His other hand skated over his chest, down his toned stomach to toy with the hem of his wicked panties.

“What do you think?” his voice was husky.

He spun in a slow circle in front of me.

The confidence in his movements turned me on just as much as the lace hugging the curve of his ass.

He moved with fluidity and grace as he came to lie on the bed beside me.

I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame, as I blanketed his tiny body with my own.

We’re opposites in so many ways. He was smooth, with virgin skin, lean muscles, and colorful eyes.

I was bulky, covered in tattoos, and almost twice his size.

My hair was almost black and unruly; his was sandy and light.

The curls bounced when he moved. I loved our contrasts.

I leaned down to kiss him, needing his mouth on mine again.

“Stunning”— kiss— “absolutely stunning,” I whispered before kissing down his neck to his clavicle, nipping as I went. The soft moans he let out were music to my ears as I made my way down his chest. I rubbed my bearded cheek over his nipple before sucking it into my mouth.

“Seb,” Indy moaned my name as his hand came up to run through the hair at the base of my neck.

He reached up and untied my bun, letting my hair cascade over my shoulders and tickle his skin.

I kissed and sucked one nipple, while pinching and tweaking the other.

My dick was rock hard, trapped in my pajama pants, but I didn’t care.

My soul focus was on this beautiful creature before me.

Indy’s mumbled moans were growing in volume.

I’d never thought about how soundproof my rooms were before, but as I flicked my gaze at the door, it might be something to consider with Indy.

I wanted all his noises. I touched and teased Indy as I made my way down his stomach to his thin happy trail that led into those delectable panties.

They were clearly for a man as they cupped his balls perfectly, the tip of his dick pushing out the top. My mouth watered.

I teased my fingers over the hem, silently asking if I could remove them.

“Please, Seb,” Indy moaned as I slowly pulled the satin down to rest under his tight balls.

His cock was hard and flushed red at the tip, a bead of precum dripping onto his happy trail, and I didn’t think twice about needing to taste it.

Diving in, licking over his stomach, savoring the salty sweetness before suckling on the tip of his cock, dipping my tongue into the foreskin. Teasing, tasting, and devouring .

“Fuck, Seb, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Indy chanted, squirming on the mattress before rising to his elbows to watch me. I gently held his balls with one hand, so his dick stood straight up, as I licked up the underside, flicking my tongue under the frenulum.

“Holy shit, Seb. That feels amazing… more… please ,” he panted as he fought to hold still.

His cock was perfectly proportionate to his compact body, hot and hard in my hand.

I stroked him slowly, taking in the way his face flushed and the blush bloomed over his chest. He looked so sinful like this, at my mercy.

I reveled in the way his breath stuttered, and his hands gripped the sheets.

I enveloped the tip and began to suck. I moved slowly up and down his shaft as I used my hand to stroke what wasn’t yet in my mouth, getting lost in the feel and weight of him on my tongue and the way he moaned above me.

Pulling back when his cock reached the back of my throat and triggered my gag reflex, I breathed through the sensation.

On my third try, I managed to take his whole length.

Feeling triumphant, I swallowed around the head, as tears pricked my eyes.

All I could focus on was the taste and feel of Indy.

“Seb, I’m close,” he hissed. “It feels... too good... FUCK, Seb !”

He swelled in my mouth as I sucked him down, one last time. His body arched off the bed, and he released with the hottest moan I’d ever heard.

I swallowed it all, taking my time to lick him clean.

Resting my head on his thigh, I drank in all I just did.

Contentment and warmth settled in my chest. His hand came up and gently ran his fingers through my tangled waves.

Bringing him pleasure was an experience like no other.

The way he came apart, the sounds I managed to pull from him; it was a heady feeling.

I felt powerful and giddy at the same time.

“Wow, Seb,” Indy panted. “That was…”

“Good, I take it?” I asked, trying my best to finish his sentence.

“Amazing!” He shifted to sit up and leaned down to kiss me so sweetly my heart was in my throat. I held back the words I so desperately wanted to say.

“How about we shower before bed? I can get you a little dirty again before we get clean.” I smirked at the way his cock twitched.

“As long as I can touch you too, you’re on.” Indy helped me up off the floor and passed me my cane before leading me into my attached bathroom.