Page 149 of Clean Finish

“Mm.” I wasn’t at all interested in talking about Rafe, so I cupped Seb’s face and drew him into a deep kiss.

He kissed me back eagerly, dipping his tongue into my mouth, but drew back after several long seconds and warned, “Holt’s in his office.”

“Meh.” I shrugged. I didn’t care if Holt caught us. It wasn’t like he could say anything about me innocently sitting on Seb’s lap. Not after that under-the-desk blowie incident that I wasn’t letting Holt forget.

“You’re still coming for dinner tonight, right?” I asked. Seb had spent a lot of evenings with my family, which made me, like, ridiculously happy. Nolan wasn’t even an awkward dork around him anymore. He’d actually asked Seb for advice about the werewolf girl in his class that he had a huge crush on.

“Of course.” Seb grinned at me. “Your dad texted me earlier saying he’s already made the buns for his turkey burgers.”

“Cool.” I carded my fingers through his short hair and lightly scratched at his scalp, because I knew how much he loved it. If I did it when we were in bed or lounging on the couch, I could sometimes even get him to purr. “And you’re staying over, right?”

We were usually at Seb’s—there weren’t many nights over the last couple of months that I hadn’t spent there, to be honest—but he’d stayed at my parents’ place a few times too.

“Of course I am.” Seb gave me a tiny smirk, which I returned with an excited grin.

“Noice. That means one of your super slow BJs that makes my head nearly explode.”

We obviously had to be quiet when we were at my place, which limited our bedroom activities a little, because I struggled to stay quiet when Seb was fucking me or riding my dick. Or touching me in any way, really. My bed was also super creaky, so we couldn’t move around too much. A few times, when I’d been desperate to have him inside me, we’d ended up on the floor with Seb’s hand clamped over my mouth while he fucked me from behind.

We’d ticked off pretty much everything I wanted to try sex-wise by now, and it was so, so much better experiencing it all with someone I loved than I suspected it would’ve been if I’d had all those firsts with people who, yeah, I liked and cared about, but not in the same way. Not in such an intense but comforting way.

Nothing embarrassed me with Seb. Not even when I almost threw up after trying to deepthroat his dick and had to take a brief intermission while I heaved and tried to calm my gag reflex. Or the time I was attempting to be all sexy by crawling seductively onto the bed while he waited for me naked, but misjudged the distance and faceplanted the edge of the mattress as I toppled onto the floor. He’d tried his hardest not to laugh as he scrambled up to make sure I was okay.

There was also the time I sneezed just after he came in my mouth and his cum shot out of my nose. And that other time I somehow managed to get his cum directly up my nose. And in my eye.

That had burned like hell, but Seb had spent the rest of the night being extra attentive and doting, so it was totally worth it.

Besides, it was nice to laugh with him during sex. When I’d pictured it before doing anything sexual at all, my assumption about sex was that it was always all, like, intense and full of porn-style dirty talk. And while I did love Seb’s brand of dirty talk, sex with him felt real. There were funny, awkward moments when we attempted new positions. Many, many times when I came way too soon. That one time I jabbed him in the eye with my dick because I got too excited as he was leaning down to suck me off.

And it was all the stuff around the sex that I loved so much too. Sleeping in late with him at the weekends, when we didn’t have to get to work so early. The nights we went to bed and just cuddled, Seb’s big body spooning me until I fell asleep. Going grocery shopping with him before we spent a lazy evening together, with Seb cooking us dinner before we curled up on the couch and watched a movie.

He’d met Hans a few weeks back, when we went to a bar with Taylor and Holt after work for a drink. My best buddy had been way too excited, and basically hogged Seb all night, dragging him over to the pool table. Seb had obviously beaten him, but Hans didn’t care. Neither of us were competitive, which tended to piss our teammates off when we were gaming online, because we just fucked around and didn’t take it too seriously.

Hans had eagerly asked him to start gaming with us, but Seb said it wasn’t really his thing. He didn’t mind at all, though, when I took my laptop over to his place to spend an hour gaming and catching up with my buddies. I usually did it at the kitchen island while he got dinner ready, though I constantly interrupted him by telling him to come and watch, which he dutifully did every time.

I eventually ended up just leaving my laptop at his place. Then some of my clothes, so I always had PJs and clean underwear for when I stayed over. He’d mentioned liking my old tie-dye sheets, so I got my mom to make a new set and brought them over. I hadn’t expected him to actually use them, but he’d immediately remade his bed with them.

Then I’d brought over my favourite mug—a lopsided pink one my mom had made—because Seb made the best hot chocolate, so I had to drink it from my favourite mug. That was, like, the law or something.

He didn’t seem to mind that I was slowly infiltrating his house with my stuff. In fact, he seemed to really like it. I could tell it made him happy. And my literal favourite thing was making Seb happy, so I figured he also wouldn’t mind when I commandeered one of his giant sweaters to wear while we were at home. He definitely didn’t. He even cut wing slits into the back of it for me.

I hated the nights we had to spend apart. They weren’t often, but I did have to go home sometimes to do laundry, plus I liked spending time with my family. We’d visited Seb’s parents several more times, and I’d met both his sisters plus Maeve’s two kids. Emma and Jack were planning on coming down to have dinner at my parents’ house soon. I was sure our moms would get on great, but I had no idea what my dad and Jack would talk about. Maybe trees or something.

I was still curled up on Seb’s lap, absently watching him do a crossword with the book balanced on my leg, when Holt’s office door opened. He rolled his eyes when he saw us, but a tiny smile tilted his mouth.

“Is the new guy settled in?”

“Yeah.” I made a face. “Not sure about him, bro.”

Holt frowned. “What do you mean?”

I sat up and reluctantly shifted off Seb’s lap. “He’s, like, not in the least bit nervous.”

After a pause, Holt chuckled. “That’s not necessarily a bad thing. He’s good. He knows what he’s doing. That’s why I hired him.”

“Just seems kinda cocky, if you ask me,” I muttered, but bit my tongue when I considered telling Holt how curt Rafe had been to Taylor. I didn’t want to actually, like, fuck up his chances on his first day. I was sure Taylor would relay some version of the conversation to Holt later, anyway.

Holt shook his head with another chuckle as he made his way to the door. “I’ll go see how he’s settling in.”