Unspoken (Book #1 in LA Series)

Chapter Thirteen

Lenny's POV
Seb naked was glorious. And Liv was right. He was packed. Quite big actually.

After the shower, we just moved to the bed and continued kissing there. Seb didn't want to alarm me so he sat me on top of him, as he lay down. His hands clutched my waist and I was leaning on my elbows, my fingers through his hair.

How does he get it so soft?

One of his hands slides up and a gasp escapes my mouth when his thumb rubs my nipple. His other hand comes up and he starts playing with both at the same time.

It feels really good.

I hear a creak outside the room and tense. Seb pulls away from me. "What?" He pants.

I point to the door and then my ear. He pushes me off him and puts on a pair of shorts, walking over to the door and opening it. He pops his head out and looks both ways, huffing in annoyance and stepping out into the hall. I scramble out of bed and put on a robe, walking out of the bedroom.

I find Seb shutting the front door behind someone. He turns to me and I give him a questioning look. "It was Captain," he explains. "We have these emergency pager things and I accidentally set mine off."

Oops.

"Him, Jaxon, Liv, Colin and Chelsea know the code to get in," he explains. "And now obviously you."

I follow him back to the room where he picks up a beeper on the bed. Seb must've laid on it.

He puts it on the bedside table and then jumps into bed. He pats the spot beside him and I crawl over to him.

He leans over and his lips softly meet mine. He pulls me into his lap and slowly unties my robe.

Letting me back out of this.

The robe falls off of my shoulders and Seb pulls away from our kiss. He leans down and kisses my chest, before seeking my eyes and bringing my nipple into his mouth.

He gently rolls us over so he was on top and sends me a questioning gaze. Are you okay with this?

I nod. Hell yeah, I am.

He kisses down my stomach, along each of my scars and then across both of my thighs too. His arms wrap around my thighs and then he kisses me between my legs. I get up onto my elbows and watch as he devours my pussy.

It felt so good.

He sucked my clit for a little bit before sticking his tongue inside me and then sliding in a finger. My gasps become more erratic as I fall closer and closer to an orgasm.

I've never had one before, but this feeling is extraordinary.

One finger becomes two and his tongue flicks my clit.

I fall over the edge. I throw my head back in a silent scream and my whole body shakes. Seb lets go of me and I fall into a pit of mess on the bed.

He gets on top of me and places soft kisses on my cheek and neck.  I feel his hard-on pressed against my stomach and go to touch it, but he stops me. "Not tonight," he whispers.

I don't argue. I'm exhausted

*
I felt like I have ten layers of sweat on me. Today I am meeting Sebastian's parents. What if they don't like me?

Seb pulls on my hand ushering me to the front door and then knocks. That is when I felt sick to my stomach.

I thought my first impression was going to be me puking all over them.

The door opens and Seb's sister Tracey appears. "Hey dickhead," she says. "Hey, Lenny."

I smile at her and Seb pushes through her. I follow him into their living room, where they sat on the couch. His dad, Paul was watching the football and his mum, Marilyn was doing a crossword book.

Marilyn looks up when Seb clears his throat. "You're here!" She says, jumping up from her seat. Paul looks startled for a second before standing up beside his wife. "Hi I'm Marilyn and this is my husband, Paul," Marilyn says slowly. "We are Seb's parents."

Seb groans in embarrassment. "Mum she can't speak, but she can hear you."

I smile at them. I flinch when Marilyn grabs my face. "She's so cute," Marilyn coos. "The two of you would have such beautiful children."

Seb groans again. "Jesus mum."

"Nice to meet you, Lenny," Paul says, patting my shoulder and then sitting back down to watch the football.

"Lenny will come and help Tracey and I cook lunch," Marilyn states. She takes my hand and pulls me out of the room. Tracey was by the kitchen window smoking a cigarette. "Put that out," Marilyn growls. Her angry voice was scary. She was so bubbly before.

Tracey rolls her eyes and chucks the cigarette out the window. "Chill out," Tracey mutters.

"We have a guest," Marilyn says. "I am going to yell at you later. Now start dicing the beef."

Tracey huffs but does as she is told.

"Lenny, are you alright to peel potatoes?" Marilyn asks giving me a sweet smile.

I nod. I go over to the sink and wash my hands first before filling the sink with cold water. Marilyn grabs a bag of potatoes and pours it into the sink.

"I like to make leftovers for my husband," Marilyn explains. "Because if I am not here he doesn't eat."

"So he pretty much relies on her," Tracey says.

"I like looking after my husband," Marilyn says. "Can't say the same for other people," she mutters.

Tracey glares over her shoulder. "I thought we weren't arguing today Mother?"

"I am not starting anything," Marilyn murmurs. "Just stating that you have been here the last week and Marcus is home all alone."

Tracey starts laughing. "Okay Mum, I will go back to the 1940s and be a stay-at-home partner."

"That's not what I am saying," Marilyn says. "I just think in a relationship there should be equal giving and since you're not employed at the moment-"

"Every damn time," Tracey growls. "Why do you always have to bring that up? It wasn't my fault I got laid off. The company was doing cutbacks."

"That was a year ago and you haven't got a new job," Marilyn argues.

"I am trying," Tracey growls.

Don't argue. Don't yell.

"Damnit bitch why am I getting overdue water bills!" Dad yells. He slaps me across the face and I fall to the floor. "I told you to pay them!"

"I'm sorry," I sob, trying to get up but he kicks me down.

"You're good for nothing," He spat. "I wish your mother aborted you so you wouldn't be such a nuisance for me."

I cover my face as he throws his empty beer bottle at me and walks away.