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“He also loves belly rubs.” Kneeling next to the beast, I show Damien how to scratch his belly and sides. “He’s almost five now, but he’s still just a big old puppy. When I’m not around, Jack’ll keep you safe and alert you to anyone or anything coming around.” I’m half hoping she misses the bomb I just dropped.
“A wolf dog?” Ema reaches down and scratches under his chin, making his hind leg kick rapidly with pleasure.
“Yeah, my neighbor’s husky bred with a wolf that had been sniffing around. Jack and one other survived. I took Jack, and they kept his brother.” This oddball dog has gone on every logging trip with me since I got him, but he’s getting up there in years, and having Ema and Damien around means I’d be able to leave him home where he can enjoy retirement. I don’t bring that up yet, though; Ema is nowhere near ready to hear that.
CHAPTER 3
emaleigh
After a few tears, a lot of whining, and a promise from Seb, I finally let Jack sleep with Damien. Since being introduced, the two haven’t left each other’s sides longer than it took for me to help Damien go to the bathroom. It’s kind of sweet since Jack looks like a horse compared to my son. I have the distinct feeling that if Damien wanted it, Jack would become one for him too.
As soon as they met, Damien calmed down. He wasn’t as anxious as usual. I was able to make chicken stew for Sebastian and me and a grilled cheese for Damien without having to carry him on one hip while doing so for the first time in far longer than I remember.
After making a cup of tea, I’m sitting in front of the fireplace watching the flames flicker as Sebastian gathers more wood from outside, wondering what the heck is happening here. There is no doubt that we are attracted to each other. He seems to really like my son, which is a bonus, but we’re leaving; I can’t start something with him. It would be unfair to all three of us. And yet, that’s exactly what it feels like we’re doing.
Sipping at the hot drink in my hand, I listen for Damien with one ear while waiting for Sebastian to come back in so we can talk about what this is. I don’t like to mince words, which means I have to be direct.
Stomping feet alert me to the man’s arrival at the back door off the kitchen. Standing, I head that way to grab the tea I made for him. Staring down at the steaming drink, I wonder if it’s too tame for him. Maybe he would have preferred coffee.
With arms stacked full of wood as Seb pushes through the door, kicking it shut behind him, I barely let him off-load the lumber before I blurt out my question. “What are we doing? This, us, me and you...Why are we here?” I watch as he brushes the snow off his hair, still amazed that all he wore out there was a flannel shirt and gloves. I noticed he had a lot of body hair when we were here yesterday, and his remarkable muscles must keep him warm.
“What do you mean? And because I invited you and you said yes.” He quirks a brow at me as he toes off his boots and steps into the kitchen, stalking over to me. Less than a foot away, Sebastian towers over my shorter physique, forcing me to tilt my head back to meet his stare.
Swallowing, I hand over the mug. “It’s tea. I made myself a cup and thought maybe you’d want one too.” A faint grimace flashes across his lips before he hides it. “You don’t have to drink it; I wasn’t sure. Just wanted to do something nice,” I finish lamely.
Taking the offering, Sebastian downs it in one gulp before placing it on the counter behind me and then grabbing my hips in his meaty hands. Lifting me up, he puts me on the same surface and steps in closer. “Oh.” That’s all I can muster when I feel the bulge in his pants.
“From the first time you touched me at the polar plunge, I’ve wanted you. Under me, on me, in front of me. However I could have you. Showing up here saved me the time of trying to find you. I wasn’t about to let another day pass without you by my side.”
Stunned, I don’t know what to say. I had no idea he noticed me that day. He sure left an impression on me, though. “We’re leaving soon.”
He shrugs. “Maybe, maybe not. Maybe I’ll give you a reason to stay.” I don’t get to protest as his lips crash down over mine. Swooping his tongue into my mouth, I’m speechless. I’ve never been kissed so deeply, so passionately before. It’s addictive and thrilling.
His hands move swiftly to push my sweater up enough so he can slip them up my back, clutching me nearer to him so we’re as close as we can be for the moment. I whimper when I feel his impressive manhood straining against me intimately. The arousal that forces its way through my veins is surprising and welcoming. Sebastian is the first man I’ve been attracted to in years. My heart pounds against my ribs as our tongues tangle, and when I feel his hands in my hair, dragging my head back so he can kiss me more intensely, I moan out his name.
Pulling away from me with great reluctance, a growl releases from his throat as he stares down at me. “I don’t want to pressure you. Make no mistake, EmaLeigh, I want to fuck you dirty and raw, but not until you’re begging me to. Until you’re ready to admit we could be something special.” Sucking my lower lip between his teeth, he tugs on my hair again before slowly releasing me and backing up.
It’s then I see how truly imposing he is. It’s like he has a third leg in his pants. “Where am I sleeping?” I barely get the question out. My body is flushed with arousal and ready to beg him now.
A sexy smirk plays on his lips as he replies, “With me.”
“Oh boy.”
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Sebastian
Torture.
Sleeping with Ema is fucking torture of the best kind. Since kissing her in the kitchen, my dick hasn’t gone down, and I refuse to relieve myself. I want her to do it for me. I want my cum to release into her body the next time I feel pleasure.
Soft moaning from the beauty next to me quickly woke me up a few minutes ago. I have no idea what time it is, only that it’s nearing morning, and I’m relieved there hasn’t been any noise from Damien’s room. I’m hoping that sleeping with Jack eases the boy’s anxieties when he wakes up, and his mom can have a break from the torment of seeing him so upset.
“Mmmm, Sebastian...” My ears perk up at Ema’s words, and I turn to see she’s shed the blanket slightly to reveal that her shirt is pushed up her belly and exposing the underside of her perky tits. Convincing Ema to sleep in the same bed as I, hadn’t been easy, but I promised her nothing would happen, and I’m having a hard time keeping my hands to myself now.
Rolling to my side, I watch her sleep. Her face is relaxed, and even while mumbling and sighing, she’s adorable. With how long it took her to get to this state, though, I have to wonder just how much sleep she’s been getting. And for how long it’s been going on.
I get the feeling that even though she lives with her parents, there isn’t much help there. That for nearly three years, she’s been doing this all on her own. Every mom needs a break, time to recuperate. And from the bags under her eyes, I can tell she isn’t getting that. I don’t expect her parents to take over her duties, but to give her some time to herself now and then wouldn’t be uncalled for. Frustration eats at me as I think about how lonely Ema’s life has been, even being surrounded by people.
