“What?”I asked, darting my eyes between him and Sebastian.
Sebastianonly smiled, tipping his head and looking at me as though I was the mostadorable thing to walk the planet. “Yeah, I’m pretty good.”
Greysonsat up abruptly. “That’s basically the biggest understatementever,” hegroused before looking to me. “He was voted as one of the top ten greatestdrummers of our time inDrum Planet.”
“Oh,so that’sreallygood then?”
“AuntTabs!” Greyson groaned with blatant embarrassment, flopping against hispillows. “I can’t even with you.”
“Good,”I shot back, laughing, “because you need to get ready for bed. It’s already tenand you have to wake up in seven hours.”
“Uh-huh.Get out of my room then,” he grumbled, then turned to Sebastian. “You gonna behere in the morning?”
Sebastiannodded, sliding his gaze toward me. “Yeah, I’ll be here.”
“Cool.”Greyson nodded, sitting up and finding his pajamas on the bed. “Night.”
“Night,kid,” Sebastian said, reaching out to maybe touch Greyson on the shoulder,maybe the head or arm, but he pulled back abruptly and turned to leave theroom.
“Goodnight,Grey,” I said softly, pulling the door closed and turning to Sebastian, luringhim to my room with my eyes. Once the door was shut behind us, I warned himimmediately, “You can’t sleep in here tonight.”
Sebastianthrew his head back and whined, “Tabby! Why not?”
“Oh,God,” I groaned, pulling back the comforter on my bed. “You know why.”
“Nope,”he shook his head, dropping his hands to the button at his waist, “I reallydon’t. Because all I’m thinking right now is how badly I need to fuck you. I’mnot thinking at all about what’s happening after that.”
“Okay,well, first of all, you’re going to put the brakes on that until we knowGreyson is sleeping,” I stated pointedly, sitting on the edge of my bed andcrossing my legs.
Ignoringmy demands, Sebastian unzipped his fly and eyed me questioningly. “And howexactly are we supposed to know if he’s sleeping? You gonna go in there andcheck? Because, babe, let me tell you something. My mom made that mistake withmeonceand she never opened my door again.”
Wipingmy hand over my eyes, I released a controlled exhale. “He falls asleep prettyquickly, but it takes him about fifteen minutes to get ready for bed.”
“Wow,you have everything down to a fucking science, don’t you?” He kicked hissneakers off and let his jeans drop. “Okay, Father Time, as you were saying,why can’t I enjoy the pleasure of sleeping with you?”
“Fora guy who’d never gone to sleep with a woman before, you certainly like doingit a lot,” I grumbled, smirking and shaking my head, and forcing myself fromlowering my gaze to his blatant arousal.
“Let’sjust say I didn’t realize what I was missing out on, okay?” He pulled his shirtover his head and dropped it unceremoniously to the jeans at his feet.
Icouldn’t say what was more impressive about his physique, his upper bodystrength, or lower. His calves and thighs were all sculpted by the same artistas his shoulders, chest, back, and arms—his music. It felt like a sin to havehim there in my room, nearly naked and jumping to my bed with his armsoutstretched, but it was a blessing to watch him and know that, even for afragment of time, he was mine to enjoy.
“Greysoncan’t know about us, and if he sees you leaving my room in the morning …” Ishook my head as he reached for my waist, wrapping his arms around me andpulling me to him. “That would be so wrong.”
“Thereyou go with that shit again,” he mumbled into the fluff of my robe, his voicelilting with his smile as a callused hand slid up over my naked thigh, slippingcloser and closer to the part of me that wanted him the most. “You weren’tsaying anything about it being wrong when I had my face buried between yourthighs this afternoon.”
Iswallowed and licked my dry lips. “Well, whatever it is,” I pressed betweenshallow breaths, “I don’t want him knowing about it. Isthatwrong?”
Hishand stopped just at the juncture between thigh and groin, the very tips of hisfingers brushing against my most sensitive of parts, sending my nerve endingsinto a fucking frenzy. It took every last bit of my willpower to not grab hishand and demand he do things I would’ve been ashamed of just a week ago.
“Yeah,”he finally agreed, nodding his head against my back. “You’re right. Heshouldn’t know. That’d probably be confusing as hell for him.”
“It’snot … not that,” I sighed, moving his hand from my legs and turning to facehim. He looked up at me from the bed, and I wondered if I’d ever again seesomeone this beautiful lying beside me, when we were done with whateverthisis. “I mean, itis, but I also don’t want to make things more awkwardwhen this inevitably ends. Bad enough you and I will have to know each otherfor the rest of our lives, because of him, but we don’t need to make it awkwardfor him.”
Sebastiannodded, sincerity searing his gaze. “No, you’re right. I get it. But you knowwhat that means, right?”
“What?”I asked, unable to stop myself from touching his face and pushing my fingertipsinto all that hair.
“You’lljust have to find a reason to stay atmyplace all the time, and we’lllock him in the basement.” He grinned, pulling himself up and tackling me.
