Consumed (33 page)

He rolls his brown eyes at me. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

Seth escorts me up a staircase into another mini lounge. A one hallway veers off in three different directions and he leads me down the one to the far left. He opens the door at the end.

“This is your room?”

I let my mind wander as I gaze upon the impeccable cleanliness and organization of it. A huge king size bed looks alluring from the far corner of the room. The other side has a coffee table and two black leather couches that sit before an impressive wall mounted TV. A boxing bag hangs from the wooden banister in the middle of the room with a pair of blue boxing gloves slung over the top.

“Do you like it?”

I shake and nod my head at the same time. “It’s big... and... beautiful.”

He smiles cockily and I realize I just walked into one of those ‘that’s what she said’ jokes. I scowl at him. “Don’t say it.”

He flashes his large palms at me. “I wasn’t gonna.” He points to his couch. “You sit right there, I’ll be back.”

Seth disappears through a door on the other side of the room and I fall into the couch. There’s a nudey mag on the glass tabletop and I chuckle a little. This is definitely Seth’s room. He peers around the door and gestures for me to come to him. Nervous as well as intrigued, I go to the door. He opens it wide as I approach and his hand takes mine. He pulls me into a bathroom and my eyes drag over the glass shower and two beautiful, square bowl sinks. They’re nice, but the huge spa bath in front of me captures my complete attention. The water churns and creates thick bubbles as the water level rises.

“A bath?”

Seth’s fingers grasp the base of my shirt and I lift my arms while he pulls it over my head.

“Just for you.”

His thumbs curl underneath the band of my shorts and he pushes them so they drop to the floor, taking my underwear with them. The warm steam that emits from the bath floats over to kiss my skin.

I turn to Seth. “You didn’t have to run me a bath. I was being silly.”

He smiles, running the very tips of his fingers along my stomach. “So a bath wouldn’t make you happy?”

“It would but—ah!” He effortlessly scoops me up into his arms and carries me to the bath. My toes dip into the scorching water first, followed slowly by the rest of my body. When I’m in my body grows accustomed to the temperature.

“You’re not joining me?” I ask Seth, pulling bubbles over to me to cover my breasts.

“No, I want you to enjoy it.”

“I’d enjoy it a lot more if you were in here with me.”

He shakes his head.

I try again. “It would make me
happier
, if you were in here with me.”

His teeth sweep over his bottom lip and with a heavy exhale, he shrugs out of his jacket. I watch, getting a little bit too excited when he pulls his shirt over his head, exposing all of his intricate patterned tattoos and deliciously smooth skin. His finger hooks around the button to his jeans and he slides them off. I pull my knees into my chest as he steps in. He hisses at the temperature, but once the water submerges his body he relaxes. There’s a lot of space between us so I slide toward him and he happily pulls me in between his legs. My back rests against his front and I close my eyes as Seth’s warm lips press against the back of my neck, sending a tidal wave of pleasure through me.

“I’m enjoying the bath more already.” I groan, feeling him smile against my skin.

His hands trail downwards, gently grazing my breasts.

“Your house is very nice.” I state. “I have no idea how you were able to stomach my tiny apartment.”

“Your apartment is cozy. I’ve never had a better night’s sleep than when I’m there with you.”

His words are sweet, filling me with a strange warmth and making me smile.

“You said you want to owe me explanations, right?” I ask, trying to make myself feel better about what I’m going to ask next.

He doesn’t say anything, only nods.

“How are you able to afford such a place?”

His index finger traces circles along my side, making my nipples harden. “Well, in Seattle my dad was a surgeon and my mom was a lawyer. Together, they made a lot of money and were very smart about their decisions... when my dad died and my mom went off the edge, I was put in charge of finances for the sake of my sister.”

“What made you move to Portland?”

“My mom hit breaking point. She promised me she’d get better, but the only city offering the program I wanted to put her in was here in Maine. She’s yet to attend her first session.”

“And your sister? Does she live here too?”

“No, Maddi is in Las Vegas living it up with her rockstar boyfriend.” His tone turns aggressive toward the end. “She used to, but my mother and her didn’t get along.”

Underneath me, I feel Seth become a little tense and I think I’ve reached maximum questions point. The last thing I want to do is push when he’s been so willing to answer my questions. I stroke him, letting my nails create a random pattern on his legs. Behind me, low against my back, I become aware of just how much he likes it and I smile. I twist myself in the water until my front his flush up against his. I slide my soapy body up against his firm torso, pressing my lips against his chest and then his neck. He moans when I flick my tongue out to taste his jaw and he snags my lip between his teeth when I kiss him. My hand slides up his thigh, but his hand quickly shoots down, catching my wrist.

“I thought you wanted a bath?” He teases me, cocking his head to the side.

Feeling bold, I say. “Can’t I have both?”

He brings his mouth closer to mine and my heartbeat kicks up a notch. My insides clench in anticipation, just waiting for Seth to put his hands on me.

“You’re insatiable.” He chuckles, his lips lightly grazing mine.

“I am when it comes to you.”

His dark eyes flare, pleased with my response and his full lips crash to mine. His fingers move steadily upward to graze the delicate skin of my sides as his moist tongue sweeps across my bottom lip. With a rush of hot arousal, my mouth opens instantly to his, and he wastes no time in darting his tongue inside. My pulse hammers through my veins like it always does when we’re intimate. Seth’s hands explore the curve of my waist before gripping my ass and pulling me higher onto him. The feel of his hard, firm hands against my body drives me crazy, and there’s no way I can stop the whimper that escapes me. The sound of my moan echos against the walls, floating around us and I can feel him hard and ready between my thighs. Knowing he’s there makes me tremble with pleasure and I push my body harder against his as his hand slides down my body, tightening around my hip. A delicious tingling begins to spread across my chest, and I groan with eagerness as my arousal begins to throb ruthlessly between my legs. Seth pulls his mouth away from mine and focuses on my face as he slides a hand between us. I lift my hips while he strokes my center with his erection. I time it perfectly and as it passes directly under me, I drop down and sheathe him all the way to the base.

“Fuck!” Seth gasps, grabbing both my hips with devastating pressure. Water splashes and rises all around us as I bounce and grind my hips into his. I keep my eyes on his face, completely mesmerized by his expression—dark, hungry, and wickedly pleased. His attention is on my breasts. They’re full and glistening in the light of the bathroom. He leans forward slightly, pulling my hard nipple into his mouth and my back arches. He abruptly releases my nipple and turns his attention to my face.

“Let’s get out.” He breathes, digging his fingers into my thighs. “I want to have you in my bed.”

I run my tongue along his bottom lip, rocking against him slowly. I kiss his nose once and slide off of him. Water trickles off of his body and the water level drops as he steps out. I turn the tap off and follow him from the bath. My hair is still dry so my towel drying time is thankfully cut in half. Laughter escapes me as he scoops me up in his arms and carries me back into the room. I look into his face, marveling at the gentle strength in his countenance. He places me on his large bed and I seize his neck with my arms, pulling him down on top of me. His laughter and subsequent growls quicken my heartbeat as we playfully tussle with each other. I run my fingers through his soft hair while his mouth explores my neck and my chest. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him as close to me as I can.

“Please.” I moan, thrusting my hips upwards.

“You want it?” He breathes into my neck, positioning himself at my entrance.

“Yes,” I hiss.

He laughs once as he forcefully thrusts into me, sending a hot jolt of pleasure shooting through my body. He doesn’t hesitate between thrusts, and in no time he’s slamming into me—his body colliding with mine at a fast pace.

“So good...” He growls, nipping at the flesh on my collarbone.

A familiar pressure builds up inside me increasing with every thrust, causing me to squirm underneath him. Another swear word falls from his lips and it sinks right down to my stomach, pushing me closer to the edge.

“Seth! Yes!" I cry as my release closes in on me, causing my toes to curl.

He thrusts harder and my climax suddenly rips through me. The unbearable heat of my orgasm pulses mercilessly through my center. At the same time, Seth swears loudly as he thrusts himself inside me once more and I feel his length pulse wildly inside my depths. As soon as the heat releases us, Seth pulls out of me and my entire body feels weak and mushy. He lies beside me and my body instantly relaxes against him. He places his fingers against my chin, turning my head so he can kiss me. I smile as his lips brush mine. He drops his head, holding me to his body and I feel his chest rise and fall with his steady breaths.

“Tell me,” I breathe. “After everything we’ve done, do you still think I’m a good girl?”

“I don’t think you’re a good girl.” He kisses my shoulder. “I’m convinced you are.”

“How so?”

I feel him shrug. “You don’t see yourself like I do. You don’t see the way your cheeks turn pink when I say or do inappropriate things. You can’t hear the sweet, innocent tone in your voice when you say things... but I do.”

My heart swells in my chest. Seth knows me like no one else has. The sweetest thing Blade has ever said to me came on a card written by someone in a factory. How have I missed out on this? How did I stay with Blade with for so long? Seth’s coarse finger draws shapes on my hip pulling me from my thoughts.

“Thank you.” He says.

“For?”

“For letting me make it up to you. All afternoon I had your hurt expression stuck in my brain and it was fucking destroying me.”

I smile and close my eyes. Soon, Seth’s hand stops moving and his breathing became heavy. Subsequently, I find my own thoughts drifting while Seth’s strong arms lull me to sleep.

***

“O?”

I hear the sound of my nickname and I open my eyes, but it doesn’t quite register with my brain. I close my eyes again. I’m warm, sleepy and content. I don’t want to be doing anything else. A finger brushes softly over my cheek.

“Olivia?” I hear again.

I open my eyes for a second time. It’s dark, but I can just make out Seth’s silhouette above me. His knuckle gently teases my cheek and I pull myself into a seated position. After a few seconds my vision adjusts to the darkness and I notice Seth is fully clothed with his car keys in his hand.

“Is everything okay?” I ask, my voice husky with sleep.

“I want you to come with me to pick up my mom.” There’s a lace of frustration to his tone. “I’d never ask, but seeing as we’re a couple now... we should do things together, right? No matter how shit it is?”

His Mom? Is she okay? I swallow my rising worry and nod. “Right.”

I throw back the blankets. And slide out of bed. Seth walks over to the wall and flicks the light on and I squint under the sudden harshness.

“I laid your clothes over the back of the couch.” He smiles at me as I stand naked.

I slide my clothes on piece by piece and run my fingers through my hair, barely managing to pull out all of the knots. “Where’s your mom?”

He taps his fingers against his jeans. “She’s at the police station.”

I stiffen. “At the police station? What do we do? Do you need to call a lawyer or—”

“This is normal. I know the deputy at the station. I’ll pick her up and bring her home.”

“And that’s it?”

He gives me a tight smile. “That’s it.”

“So this isn’t new?” I exhale, relaxing slightly.

“Sadly, no. This will be the fourth time since moving to Portland that I’ve had to pick her up from a police station.”

“And the deputy just calls you?”

“Yep.”

I recall Seth taking phone calls before... once on the night he refused to have sex with me and once on the night we went out for dinner. He had to leave in a hurry. I feel sorry for him. He shouldn’t have to drop everything going on in his life to pick up his drunken mother. It’s not right.

I follow closely behind him as we walk through the large house and out the front door. Seth doesn’t speak the whole way to the police station. When I look at him, his jaw is always tense, always working against itself.