SNAPPED (The Slate Brothers 1)

“Ashlynn,” he says sternly. “Do you want me to leave you alone?”

I swallow, close my eyes. I can’t speak, but I know my answer. I shake my head quickly— no, I definitely don’t want you to leave me alone, Sebastian.

6

Sebastian’s fingers touch down on my shoulder, then run down my arm. My eyes are still shut, and I almost overbalance and fall into him. My eyes spring open when I take a tiny step to keep this from happening, and I see he looks incredibly pleased with all that’s happening. He takes my arms in his hand and tugs me closer to him, and I turn my head against his chest. I can hear his heart beating, and the fact that it seems to be keeping time with mine secretly thrills me. Am I really turning this guy on so much?

“I do make you nervous, but not the way I thought I might,” Sebastian says under his breath, moving a hand to my back and running it down, stopping just before it slides over my ass. “You just aren’t used to enjoying yourself, are you? You get so tense…”

I nod against him, and shakily lift my arms to wrap them around his body lightly. He makes a pleased sound deep in his throat, then ducks his head down so his lips brush against my hair as he speaks. “Let yourself trust me, Ashlynn. See what happens.”

This is easier said than done, of course, and I want to tell him as much, but I can’t find my voice. Sebastian, however, doesn’t need an answer this time. He moves his palm from the small of my back down to my ass, where he cups one cheek firmly, then squeezes. I jump in surprise— which was exactly what he wanted, I think, because in that moment he sweeps his other hand down to grab my other ass cheek and lift me up against him.

“Shhh,” he scolds against my forehead, then kisses me there. He squeezes my ass cheeks again, then lifts me higher, like I weigh nothing at all. “Wrap your legs around me,” he says. I feel like a doll, moving robotically, but I manage to lift my legs and wrap them around Sebastian’s waist. “There we go,” he says encouragingly. “You’re so small, Ashlynn. I’ll have to be careful when I fuck you.”

My eyes widen. Did he just say that? Does he mean he— oh, god, I’m already thinking about it. How it’d feel to have him on top of me, how it’d feel to ride him, his hands on me, those dark brown eyes staring up at me while I slide up and down on his cock. Is it as big as his body implies? I press myself tighter against him at the idea.

“You like that? I thought you might,” he says, then moves his pinky fingers forward, so they slide against the back of my pussy. Even through my shorts and underwear, the touch makes me hot and wet and pulsing. Is this really happening? I bury my face against Sebastian’s chest, drink in the scent and warmth of him. I’ve never wanted someone like this. I’ve had crushes, of course, and I’ve had sex, but I’ve never felt like I needed someone in so many ways.

He slides his pinky fingers back and forth lightly, tickling me, exciting me. I take a deep breath and lift my head, daring to meet his eyes. They’re sparkling and hungry, eager and confident. They’re also commanding. He holds my gaze as he shifts my weight to one hand, then slides one finger along the hem of my shorts, brushing against the line of my panties. When I quiver, he pushes the finger under the edge of my panties, against the lip of my pussy. I moan out loud, but do so without looking away.

He removes his finger, then carries me over toward the light switch at the edge of the patio. He flicks the light switch off, casting us into darkness other than the faded light from the adjacent buildings. My nerves spike again, and I’m sure Sebastian can feel my tension, but he doesn’t say anything— he’s in charge, now, and it’s thrilling.

I keep telling myself to stop this insanity, that this is dangerous, but the truth is that I’ve stopped caring for the moment.

I want his hands on me again, and I wish I could find my voice to beg for it.

He turns away from the light switch and lifts me up higher on his body, using his chin to coax my head up. He kisses me, hard and gentle at once, sliding his tongue into my mouth and teasing at my own. I’m still frozen, though, just like the night before, and though I try to kiss him back, it’s a paltry effort.