Page 44 of Fractured Grief (Hope’s Ridge #2)

Indy

S unday brunch was a blast.

Everyone was so welcoming. Hazel made many new friends. I met so many people that I never had a hope of remembering all their names . It was like becoming part of the type of family I always wanted.

Talking with Bodhi and then Kay was nice.

I felt like I’d made friends too, which is not something I’d had since Lexi.

Kay was kind and reserved, while Bodhi was confident and playful.

While we may not have had a lot in common, Bodhi and I were kindred spirits in a way, having both been outsiders welcomed into Hope’s Ridge.

Kaydence was Hope’s Ridge born and bred, but he was so great with Hazel. If I hadn’t known he worked at Jolt, I would have thought he worked in childcare.

My face hurt from smiling so much.

Bodhi had told me they’d gotten all the parts in for Seb’s altered vehicle and were in the process of modifying Atty’s truck. They were waiting for Theo to come home to help with the final installation.

It was midafternoon before everyone started leaving, and only a few kids, cousins, and adults hung around. Kat and Yaya were on babysitting duty for the rest of the afternoon and offered to take Hazel too.

My stomach jumped with excitement at the thought of having Seb all to myself again, even if for just a little while before I had to head home and prepare for work and get Hazel to school on Monday. I loved my time with Seb and wasn’t looking forward to returning to the city.

Hazel was excited to stay, so once I’d given Kat and Yaya my phone number and gotten theirs, Seb and I had said our goodbyes and made our way back to his house.

Even with a chill in the air, the day was beautiful. We took our time wandering home, holding hands.

“Did you have fun today?” Seb asked. “It wasn’t too much.”

“Not at all. It was wonderful, Seb. I love being welcomed into your family and this town. You’re so lucky to have such a close and supportive community.”

“You have that now, too.” He beamed down at me.

I loved it when he smiled. It lit up his whole demeanor and made his beautiful green eyes shine. I cherished every single one I was able to bring out. He’d come a long way from the gruff and grumpy man I’d first met; I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” Seb asked.

“I was just thinking how far you’ve come since we first met. I used to try so hard to coerce a smile or even a smirk out of you, and now you’re smiling freely. It just makes me so happy.”

“That’s all you, Sunshine.” Seb halted us on the sidewalk, just in front of his house. “You’re my heart. I’d do anything to make you as happy as you’ve made me.” His large hand caressed my cheek. I don’t think I’d ever get used to the way this man made me feel.

“I love you,” I whispered, nuzzling his hand and kissing his palm.

“You have my whole heart.” Seb leaned down to kiss me, and his hands traveled down to pull me to him. He was nearly bent in half to meet my lips, but I never wanted him to stop.

“Let’s take this inside. I can’t get enough of you,” I whispered against his lips, willing myself to calm down. We had all the time in the world.

“You read my mind.” Seb hurried us up the steps and into the house. “Lyric,” Seb called out, only to be met with silence.

He locked the front door and lifted me into his arms, pushing us back against the door to kiss down my neck as his cane clattered to the floor. He held me up, like I weighed nothing, and that only increased my arousal.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he breathed into my skin, nipping and sucking everywhere he could reach. I was sure I’d have his marks on me when we were done, and that sent a thrill straight to my cock .

I was already hard and aching from his manhandling. I loved that he could pick me up and move me around. Use me how he wanted. I was on edge in a matter of minutes, but I didn’t want it to be over too soon. I wanted to explore.

“Bedroom,” I hissed as Seb shifted me, so my cock brushed his abs. “Oh fuck,” I groaned. “Bedroom, now, please.”

It went completely against the physical therapist in me, but Seb gripped me to his chest and carried me to his room without his cane. I was amazed at his progress as he dropped me on his bed and made quick work of his shirt and pants.

I groaned at the sight of his cock, needing to taste it again. I hurried to strip down and pull Seb back on top of me. Relishing in the feel of his large body caging me in and pressing me into the mattress.

We kissed and caressed as our hands roamed everywhere we could reach. Seb played me like a fiddle, and every touch lit me up. In a move that surprised both of us, I managed to flip us, so I was straddling his chest.

I kissed over his neck and down his body, savoring all the sounds I could draw out of him. I traced each tattooed line with my tongue, worshiping his story inked on his skin. I paid special attention to his scars and the injuries that brought us together.

Seb was a whimpering mess on the bed when I was finally satisfied and had taken my fill.

When I made it to his cock, his throaty little moans had turned to mumbled begging. My chest puffed out at the idea that I was bringing this large man to his knees, pleading for pleasure only I could give him.

His cock was flushed and leaking, surrounded by unruly thick black hair.

He smelled like man and musk, and I loved it.

I licked around the base, reacquainting myself with his shaft.

I enjoyed the way his hands gripped the sheets and the scorching look in his eyes.

He set me on fire. He was a god, lying there for me to worship.

I licked up his cock, teasing as I went. His whimpers and moans turned to pleas as I suckled on the head.

“Fuck, Indy…please, please…more…I need more,” he muttered on a loop as he moved to grip my hair.

Feeling bolder than I did before, I stopped and grabbed his hands, moving to hold them above his head.

“Ah, ah, ah,” I teased, reveling in Seb’s broken-off groan and the sheen of sweat covering his delectable body. “I’m in control,” I growled, surprised at how gravelly my voice sounded.

Seb flushed and shivered as he bobbed his head, clearly enjoying this power exchange.

“Hands above your head,” I barked. Seb’s eyes rolled back as he groaned and bucked under me, his cock slapping my ass. I loved the various feelings ricocheting through me.

“Keep them there until I say. If you move them, I might have to bind you.”

Seb bit his lip and whimpered.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you. You’d like the idea of being bound and begging. Trust up and at my mercy, knowing I’m the only one who can give you pleasure,” I taunted, relishing in the way he moaned and how much his cock was leaking.

I’d never felt so powerful. It was a heady feeling and damn it, was addictive.

I settled back between Seb’s muscled thighs and nuzzled his heavy balls, sucking on one and then the other. Taking my time to enjoy every moment, luxuriating in the sounds he continued to make.

Taking pity on him, I finally licked up his shaft, collecting all the precum on his stomach before diving into the slit. It was my turn to moan as his taste exploded across my tongue. I sucked on the head like it was my favorite lollipop.

Seb’s whimpers turned to a stream of curses as I took his cock into my mouth. I played with his length, bobbing up and down, careful not to deep throat him just yet. My body delighted in every new sound, moan, and whimper I could draw out of my stoic giant.

I became lost in sensation. Overwhelmed by the scent, feel, and taste of him. I swallowed his entire length into my throat, reveling in the size.

I savored the feel of him in my throat and on my tongue. The sounds he made were the perfect symphony to the stirring happening at the base of my spine.

My cock was hard and leaking like crazy. I was getting close, and I’m sure Seb was on a knife’s edge by the litany of curses coming from him .

I bobbed a few more times and pulled off, enjoying the glazed look on Seb’s face. He was lost to the pleasure, completely at my mercy.

“I want to try something,” I cautioned. “But you need to tell me if you don’t like it, okay?”

“You can do anything to me. I’m yours,” he panted, throat rough from his continued panting curses.

Taking his cock in my hand, I rubbed him from root to tip, palming the head. Seb gasped and writhed on the bed, but didn’t move his hands from above his head.

“Good boy,” I whispered, watching for his reaction. He stared at me with blown pupils, eyes shining with trust. “How do you feel about letting me top?” I asked, still stroking his cock.

Seb hesitated but quickly nodded.

“I need words, Seb,” I said, voice stern. His body shivered and reacted to my bossy tone.

“I want it. I want you inside me. It’s just been a really long time.” Color bloomed over Seb’s cheeks, and it took a minute for my brain to register what he was implying.

“You’ve played here before?” I asked, rubbing my spit-slick finger over his hole.

His blush darkened as he turned his head away from me. “Maybe we should have talked about this before, but yes, Emmy topped me a few times. My cock was too big for her, so we rarely had penetrative sex, and if we did, we took turns.”

I wasn’t a fan of the visual that was given to me, but he was right; it was something we probably should have discussed before diving in like we had.

“Thanks for telling me.” I rubbed his flank.

“Do you like it? Anal sex,” I asked, needing to know if he really wanted this or was just trying to please me.

He seemed like the type to do anything to please his partner.

If he didn’t want this, I was more than happy to have him fill me up every chance he got.

I’d thoroughly enjoyed having his thick cock stretching me to my limits.

But he was huge, and I’m not sure that was something we could do every night if I had any hope of continuing to walk normally. My ass was still feeling it.