His index finger swirls around my hard nipple, causing me to squirm on his lap. I feel his dick harden beneath his jeans. When he tweaks my nipple, I gasp, pressing back into him, feeling moisture pool between my thighs. I drop my head back onto his shoulder, my back plastered to his front, and Sebastian hooks a finger into the thin strap of my shirt, pulling it down to expose my right breast completely. I jerk my head up toward the guys in the theater.
“They can’t see you,” Sebastian assures me, bringing his hand up to my throat to lean me back against him. Then his hand is sliding back down my chest and stomach before he pops the button on my shorts. I freeze. “Are you tapping out?” His voice is a challenge.
I spread my legs apart in response, placing one foot on the chair in front of where
I was just sitting. He groans, slipping his hand underneath my panties. His middle finger circles my clit lightly, giving just enough pressure to drive me crazy. I shift my hips, seeking more friction, and he pulls his fingers away from me.
“No,” I beg, but then I see his mouth close around his fingers before he dives back in. Two wet fingers plunge inside me, and my back bows off his chest as I moan.
“Be quiet, baby. Wouldn’t want our friends to hear you.”
Oh God. If they looked back right now, they’d get a prime view of my spread legs and exposed bre
ast. It’s nerve-wracking, but somehow only makes me hotter. Sebastian’s other hand pulls my shirt down to free my other breast, kneading it as he fucks me with his fingers, the heel of his hand pressed against my clit.
My breathing is ragged, and my hips move wildly against his hand. “I’m going to come,” I whisper, grinding against him.
“Do it.” His tongue licks a path from my neck to my ear. “I want to feel your pussy come around my fingers.” Then he’s biting my earlobe, and I tense up, exploding on his lap, contracting around him.
“Oh my God,” I breathe, slumping against him. My leg falls from the chair and Sebastian scoops me up, setting me back in my chair before slinging an arm around my shoulder like he didn’t just give me an orgasm in public. I adjust my straps, then lay my head against his chest, suddenly feeling warm and tired and sated.
This was definitely a date.
“HAVE YOU BEEN AVOIDING ME, grandson?” Valeen asks from her usual spot at the card table, handheld poker game in hand. I’ve hardly seen her these past few weeks, and I knew I was going to catch shit for it if I put it off any longer.
“Never,” I assure her, dropping a kiss to her wrinkled forehead. “I’ve had a lot going on.”
“Evan keeping you busy then?” she says knowingly.
“Among other things.” I take the seat opposite of her. It’s always easy to talk to Valeen. Ever since I was a kid. Something about her has me divulging things I don’t even admit to myself. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing,” I admit, blowing out a breath.
“Enjoying the sun,” she says simply.
“At what expense?”
“All you can do is be honest with her, then let her decide what she can handle.”
I look away, and Valeen tsks her tongue at me. “You haven’t told her.”
“I don’t exactly know how to approach that conversation,” I say dryly.
She drops her game, reaching over to pat my face. “You have something not very many McAllister men have possessed.”
“What’s that?”
“The ability to care for others more than yourself. Selfishness is the real family curse, if you ask me.”
“Then why can’t I seem to leave her alone?” I know I should stay far away from Evan, but the more time I spend with her, the harder it is to stay away. Ever since she was sixteen, it’s like the universe has been trying to bring her back to me as some kind of sick joke.
“Maybe there’s a reason for that,” Valeen says, cryptic as always.
“I can’t depend on a maybe. I don’t want her to end up like Mom.”
“Your mother is a weak woman, Sebastian—even before your father took his life. Your Evan is not.”
I take a drink from my untouched bottle of beer, shoving a hand through my hair.
“You know what else runs in this family? Depression.”