The Way With You (The Way #2) (12 page)

"Bash," I whisper. "I'm not giving him the benefit of anything. I remember who he is and what he's done. I thought, for a short time, he'd changed, but I was corrected when he stopped being the nice guy and reverted back to the dick he'd always been. Sorry, Lex," I say, glancing at her and wincing a bit.

She waves a hand in the air from the chair she's now sitting in. "Have at it. You aren't saying anything I'm not thinking. I'm embarrassed that he's my brother. I'm mortified he treated you the way he has, and I'm purely disgusted for his actions right now.
Alison
. I just… I can't."

I nod. "Tonight let's go see it for ourselves, just for confirmation. I don’t plan on hanging around and watching it and I don't know why I need to see it, but I just do."

I walk over to Bash and he wraps me up in his arms.

"Then we'll go," he agrees, pressing a kiss to my temple.

"Thank you," I whisper.

"Anything for you. You know that."

"I'm in love with you, too, you know," I tell him and he smirks.

"Yeah, I know, and I'll never take you for granted."

We just sort of gravitate to one another, our lips meeting for a chaste kiss. Screw that. I pull his head back down and slip my tongue inside his mouth. He has no issue with it—I can tell because he's right there tasting me while I taste him.

Lex clears her throat.

Bash and I pull back slowly, our gazes locked, smiles on our faces.

"Wow," I whisper.

Bash just swallows hard and nods.

Alexa groans. "Gawd. If I didn't love you both so much, I'd be sick at how adorable you two are together.
This
is what a relationship is supposed to be like. This is
true
love
—the stuff that happily ever afters are made of," she says, wagging a finger between Bash and me.

"Wait till I get her naked," Bash teases and Lex groans.

"C'mere, Sugar," Bash coaxes. She walks over and we wrap her into our embrace.

With these two as my best friends, I can make it through anything.

Alexa decided it'd be better
for her if she stayed home. She didn't want to end up in jail for assault and I didn't have bail money.

Bash and I arrive at the frat house an hour after the game ended. The Warriors won, of course—but I don't care about any of that right now. I just need to see it.

"It's still raining," I complain.

"Again, better than snow," Bash reminds me.

"I suppose, but I'm kind of excited for the first big snowstorm. We can be stranded here with hot chocolate, movies, popcorn, and my bed," I tell him with a wink.

He growls and pulls me into a hug, our bodies flush. "Mother Nature needs to get her seasons straight. Where's that damn snow?" He kisses me slowly then winks.

I snicker—up until Bash rests his hand on the doorknob.

"You ready?"

I nod, closing my umbrella. "Yep. I already know what I'm going to see."

He wraps his arm around me and pushes the door open. We walk into a room packed full of people, partying and dancing, music so loud I can't hear myself think.

It only takes about ten steps for me to see them. They're sitting in the same chair Cam was in when I saw him with Brittany. Now he's got an even viler bitch on his lap—and she's straddling him and rubbing against him in front of everyone—like no one else in the room matters but them—and he's just as into it. His hands cupping her ass as he devours her mouth.

I see a line of shot glasses on the table next to him—I count six—and I'm really glad I'm not on the receiving end of his sloppy kisses. I curl my lip and look at Sebastian. He's watching me, angry—not at me, but at what we're both seeing—the betrayal from someone I'd foolishly trusted.

Brax and Dekker notice us across the room and their eyes widen. I just roll my eyes, flip them off, and head for the door. They're just as guilty as Cam—and they never once came to see how I was. That goes to show me they were only my friends for as long as I was with Cam.

When we get back outside, Bash closes the door behind us and we stroll down the walkway hand-in-hand.

"You all right, love?" he asks.

"Yep. I'm just fine." I pull him to a stop. "I don't love him, babe. I don't think I ever did because right now I don't feel anything," I admit, a bit embarrassed at how easily I called it love.

"What about me?" he asks. "Do you know you love me? I mean
really
love me?"

I don't hesitate. "Yes," I nod.

"How do you know?"

"You are my best friend. The one I can talk to about anything and everything—even the most embarrassing things because I know you'll never judge or ridicule me. You respect me as much as I respect you. I
can
be just Olivia now. I've learned who I am and I really like myself. I know what I want and I know I won't settle for less, but I prefer Olivia with Sebastian—Livvy and Bash." I stand on tiptoes and kiss him softly. "I'm not the best me without you."

"A lesser man would cry at those words," he tells me softly.

"But not you?" I ask.

"Nope, not me. Those are words I'm going to hold close every single day because I know you'd never say them unless you truly meant them. You've made me the happiest man alive, Livvy. I only hope I can do the same for you."

"You already do," I answer.

The rain starts again without warning, coming down in big, fat drops. I take my umbrella and just as I'm about to open it, Bash grabs it and throws it across the front lawn.

I'm stunned. "Why did you do that?"

"Because, love, you don't need that fucking umbrella. The rain coming down isn't punishing you anymore, right?" he asks.

"Right," I agree.

"So you don't need to be shielded from it. What you need to do is let it wash over you, cleansing away all the bad, all the negative, and start over fresh and new."

He holds out his hand to me and I take it.

We walk back to the dorm, the rain soaking us, dripping off of us, purging the fear, sadness, anxiety, grief, guilt, and mistakes of the past, leaving us refreshed and ready to face an untainted future together.

We get back
to the dorm and I'm nervous—so nervous and I know he can feel it.

"We don't have to do anything you aren't ready for, Livvy. You're injured and I don't want to hurt you," Bash tells me.

I stand on tiptoe, straining a bit and aching because of it, but the ache between my legs is more urgent. Bash leans down, meeting me half way, and when his lips touch mine, softly, so gently, again, and again, I can finally breathe. It's like, when his lips touched mine, everything became real.

I rest my good hand on his cheek and he threads his hands through my hair, holding my face in his large hands, then he slips his tongue past the seam of my lips and touches mine. Sharp feelings of need—and want—flow through me as he deepens the kiss.

I move my hands down to his waist and slowly pull him with me as I walk backwards into my bedroom. When we're inside, he locks his eyes onto mine, searching.

"Are you sure? There's no rush, Love," he comforts.

I close the door and turn the lock. "I'm sure."

He just keeps staring at me and I let out a laugh.

"What?"

One side of his mouth tips up. "I've waited for this moment and I'm afraid I'm going to fuck it up by hurting you."

My heart warms. "Then let me help you." I slip the jacket off, dropping it to the floor as I toe off my shoes.

Sebastian doesn't move an inch. He just watches and I wonder if he's even breathing.

I manage to get my shirt off and my leggings and socks, but the bra is a bit tricky. Alexa's been helping me get dressed.

"Let me," he offers, moving close, his arms going around me, both hands unhooking my bra, but he doesn't make an attempt to remove it. He leans down and kisses my neck before whispering in my ear, "Be sure, Livvy."

"I am," I whisper back, lowering my arms, letting the bra fall to the floor. I'm standing there in front of this man who's more than my best friend—he's my rock—in a flimsy pair of cotton panties. Leave it to me to have my granny panties on when Bash and I get naked for the first time. I sigh, closing my eyes as my face heats up.

"Hey," he coaxes. I open my eyes. "What is it?"

I smile pitifully. "I'm in my comfy undies and there is nothing sexy about them—at all. I wish I could be sexy for you."

His breath catches. "Livvy, God. You're the sexiest woman alive." I snort in disbelief. He takes my hand and puts it on his erection then lifts a brow. "Still don't believe me?"

"I believe you," I whisper, stunned by the intensity of his need.

He takes off his jacket and it falls to the floor behind him. His shoes are next. He reaches down with one hand and pulls his shirt over his head. How guys do that I'll never know, but it's sexy as hell and I hope he never stops.

He's tattooed all over: his chest, arms, neck, and back. Later I'll study them and see what they're about, but right now he's unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down. Holy hell. He steps out of them, pulls off his socks, and stands there in front of me in only a pair of tight boxer briefs that outline his cock really, really well.

I squeeze my thighs together, wanting so much to feel him inside me, thrusting and bringing me pleasure.

"Livvy," he says and I look up. "You gotta stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" I ask.

"Like you want to eat me for lunch."

"Maybe I do," I admit, feeling no shame or embarrassment telling him that—which surprises me. Being bold always made me self-conscious. That doesn't seem to be the case with Bash.

He reaches out and pulls my panties down, then his boxers before reaching out for me, wrapping me in his arms and kissing me with so much passion I squirm in his arms. My ribs hurt—all my bruises hurt, but I don't care.

He lifts me and carries me to the bed where he flings the blankets and sheet back before laying me down. He doesn't break the kiss through it all, just slides in next to me, making sure not to rest his weight on me.

"You're so god damn beautiful," he whispers, kissing down my chest before taking my nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the hard point.

I let out a moan.

"You like that?" he asks.

"Mmm, it feels so good."

"This'll feel better," he tells me, sliding his hand down between my legs and circling my opening with his middle finger.

My breath catches and so does his.

"Damn, Livvy. You're so wet for me," he murmurs, slipping his finger into me, slowly, too slowly.

"Sebastian," I cry, pulling on his arm.

"More?" he asks.

"Yes, more!" I cry out and he thrusts his finger in and out of me harder, adding a second. "Ohmigod!"

"So damn beautiful," he murmurs. "I want to see what you look like when you come."

I reach for his hand, stopping him. "No," I breathe.

"No?" Our gazes lock.

"I don't want to come like that. I want to come with you inside me," I declare. "I want that for our first time."

He rests his forehead against mine for a second, then two, before kissing my lips and reaching for his pants.

I hear the crinkle of the foil wrapper and watch as he rolls the condom on. He turns over to lie on his back and urges me up. I slowly climb over him, straddling his hips.

"I don't want to hurt you so you get to be on top," he tells me, his eyes glazed with desire, want, need.

"Lucky me," I tease.

He holds his cock, slipping the head through my wetness, then positioning himself at my opening.

No words pass between us. We just hold each other's gaze and watch each other as I sink down onto his cock. I moan when the tip is in, then louder as I lift and lower myself, working him deeper.

He lets out a groan when I lean forward a bit, taking him inside at a different angle.

"Livvy, you feel incredible." His hands rest on my hips, not rushing, not slowing me down, just letting me set the pace.

When he's fully seated inside me, I pause.

"Sebastian…" I whisper.

He swallows and nods. "I know."

"This changes everything. There's no going back," I tell him, admitting my fears.

"Baby, there was no going back the minute you told me you're in love with me. I won't let you go," he informs me.

"I don't want you to."

"The move, Livvy. Let me feel you," he says softly as he runs two fingers down my cheek.

I lift and lower myself, his hard cock filling me, his eyes holding me as tightly as his hands hold my hips as I give myself to him. It's not just physical, but emotional. I feel so many things as we make love and all of them are good.

When I feel the orgasm creeping up on me, he knows. How, I don't know, he just does, and he urges me to move faster.

"Livvy, I'm on the edge. Come with me," he murmurs.

I grind hard on the downstroke, my clit hitting just right. "Oh yes," I cry out getting closer and closer, all but vibrating as the pleasure builds.

"Jesus," Bash mutters. "You're going to come so hard. I can feel it."