“Carla?”
I blink and realize Sabrina has been talking to me while I let Sebastian distract me again. “Sorry, what did you say?”
She smiles. “I asked you how you met Ramon, if it’s not too personal a question.”
Shaking my head, I reply, “No, it’s fine. We met when Ramon was up in Canada on a McKenzie building project that my brother, Noah, was also working on. We all just hit it off…the rest, as they say, is history.” I offer a small smile and hope she hadn’t noticed the catch in my voice when I said ‘Noah.’
“At first I thought you were with Sebastian, he can’t take his eyes from you,” she shrugs her shoulders, “but I’m not that good at recognizing these things anyway.”
My stomach drops. Does she really expect me to comment on what she’s just said? God, I hope not.
Chapter 8
Sebastian
Checking out the items on the table, which have been given to Lily, and I suppose Michael, isn’t such a great idea, especially with the bright pink thing, in the middle of the table. In all my sexual experience, I can honestly say I’ve never seen one in bright pink. Not that I was shocked by the toy, I mean I’ve even used some on willing partners in the past, but fuck, bright pink!
I hold my tongue at making a crude comment towards Ruben who really is into ‘toys’, which aren’t just for the light-hearted. But, hell, standing here looking at the collection, all I can think about is having Carla under me, naked, handcuffed to the headboard of my bed while I use the strawberry flavored nipple gel on her large breasts and the pink vibrator to bring her to orgasm before I slip inside her.
Reaching down, I discretely rearrange my dick in my jeans, which is ready to burst at the images in my head. I hear Lucien chuckle beside me, which I ignore before turning my back to him and the table to glance at Michael, who’s watching us. Probably making sure we don’t borrow anything he wants to play with.
Smirking, I make my way over to them and ask, “How’s my beautiful sister doing,” before leaning over and kissing Lily on the cheek. Crouching down in front of her, I look at her deeply. She’s beautiful and more so with her pregnancy in full bloom.
“I’m fine. Thank you Sebastian. What about you? You seem distracted.”
I quickly glance at Carla then back to Lily who looks as though she can see every damn thing going around in my head right now.
“Don’t be worrying about me. I’d say you have your hands full with my brother.” Taking hold of her hand, I keep it in mine as I rest them in her lap.
“Hey, brother, stop mauling my wife. Go and get your own,” Michael grumbles from beside Lily.
Winking at Lily, I respond, “I already have my woman right here.” Laughing, I kiss Lily on the knuckles before I release her. “I’d check Ruben’s pockets before he leaves.” I grin as Lily starts to laugh, placing her hands on the top of her belly.
“I’m sure our brother doesn’t need to borrow Lily’s, um, things,” Michael replies.
“Why on earth would one of your brothers want to borrow anything of Lily’s?” Mom asks coming up behind Michael before walking around the chair to wrap her arm around my waist.
Now I know why they say, boys never grow up, because all I want to do is make this situation worse for my brother and watch him squirm under mom’s scrutiny just like we’ve done on too many occasions to count, but I hold my tongue and wait for him to come up with an answer.
Lily comes to his rescue though. “They’re referring to the handcuffs.”
“Hmm,” Mom lets out a breath, “you boys think I don’t know what sex is. Not only have I given birth five times, I’ve also read Fifty Shades of Grey.” She winks at Lily, who looks ready to burst into laughter as Mom walks away to join Dad and George by the window, who look deep in conversation.
Spotting Carla sitting chatting to Sabrina, I decide it’s time to leave. I want my brother’s girl with a passion I’ve never felt before and being around all those sex toys, having images shooting through my head, is frustrating the hell out of me.
Slipping out from the living room, I walk out onto the porch before I remember I brought a jacket with me so turning I head back inside. Reaching for the handle of the office where my jacket is, I push the door open and find Carla who clutches her jacket against her, when I walk in and close the door behind me.
“What is it with you and small rooms,” I say trying to make light of the fact we’re the only ones in the room, although I’m not sure why I closed the door. “You leaving?”
Carla licks her lips before replying, “Yeah, Ramon has some work to do.”
I nod my head and retrieve my jacket from the peg as Carla tries to slip past me.