Unexpected Lovers Box Set by J.B. Heller

I beggedoff from attending the golfing day yesterday, knowing I would have been left to schmooze with the women in the clubhouse while the men played. I was not up for another run-in with Jayla, so I told Sebastian something came up with my family, and I had to go see my mother.

It was a big, fat lie. But to make myself feel better about telling it, I did go see Mom.

She was understandably surprised when I arrived, but she dropped everything to hang out with me and listen to me bemoan the situation I’ve found myself in. She patted me on the cheek, looked me in the eyes, and said, “Oh, Emmy, you’ve always had the most beautiful heart. If this boy is worth your love, he’ll see it too.”

Her words play on repeat in my head as Sebastian drives us out of the city Friday afternoon on our way to the vineyard the wedding will be held at. Should I just tell him how I feel? Lay my heart on the line and hope he reciprocates? Can I even do that?

I’m the first to admit I’m a hopeless romantic, but when it comes to my own love life, I’m freaking terrified of getting hurt. I thought I’d found my person once; he was perfect, and sweet, and everything I could have ever dreamed of. Until he wasn’t.

Ever since then, I’ve been cautious of anything that seems too good to be true. And Sebastian Bailey is like all my favorite things rolled into one neat package. He’s hot; he’s funny; he loves words; he has asshole-ish tendencies, yet he’s sweet when he wants to be. And the way he is with his nieces... Stick a fork in me, ’cause I’m done.

“You okay over there?” he asks, drawing me from my thoughts.

I turn to face him, smiling at his profile. “Yeah, I’m good.”

He glances at me for the briefest of moments from the corner of his eye. “You sure? You’re awful quiet. Did everything go okay with your mom yesterday?”

“It was great. I’ve missed her. We don’t spend enough time together,” I tell him then change the subject. “So, what’s on the agenda when we arrive?”

“We’ll check into our cabin, get settled, and then we’ve got the rehearsal dinner tonight,” he says, keeping his attention on the road ahead.

“Cool-cool-cool,” I mutter, more to myself than him, but he chuckles.

“You get that from Brooklyn Nine-Nine?” he asks. “I love that show.”

My grin is instant and the first real one I’ve worn all day. “I’ve been saying it way longer than Jake Peralta.”

“Sure you have.” Sebastian chuckles. “Who’s your favorite?”

“As if I could even choose. I mean, Rosa is the shit, but there’s just something about Jake that I’m a little bit in love with,” I say.

“I’d have picked you as more of a Gina fan.”

I nod. “Gina is up there. Her confidence is something else,” I muse. “I honestly don’t think I can pick just one. That’s probably why it’s one of my all-time favorite shows. It’s like the new Friends.”

“Explain that,” he demands. “Because I see no correlation between Friends and Brooklyn Nine-Nine.”

“Okay, so you know how there are just some shows you can watch over and over and they never get old? Friends, The Nanny, MASH, Happy Days...” I list off a few of my personal preferences, and when Sebastian nods, I resume. “So, Brooklyn Nine-Nine is like one of those. It will never get old.”

He continues nodding. “Yeah, okay, I get what you’re saying. The Fonz will never die,” he says. Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, he mimics running a comb through his hair with the other, saying, “Ayyy.”

I crack up, laughing at his Fonzie impression. “Exactly.”

The remainder of the drive is spent chatting about TV series, movies, and even the actors we like and dislike. Unsurprisingly, we agree on a lot of them, and it’s just another thing that makes me think we could actually make this work in real life.

When he pulls up in front of a gorgeous log cabin and turns the car off, I cannot wipe the smile off my face. “This place is really nice,” I tell him as he unloads our bags from the trunk.

“Just wait until you see inside,” he says, a seductive smirk on his lips.

Swinging open the front door, he steps back and allows me to enter first. Holy shit, he wasn’t wrong. This place is freaking amazing. My gaze bounces from the lavish bed with a cozy-looking duvet and big fluffy pillows to the lounge area by a large, already-roaring fireplace, admiring the open-plan layout.

“See what I mean,” he says against my neck.

My skin prickles as his breath washes over the sensitive skin behind my ear, and I lean back into him. “Wow,” I mumble. It’s all my brain will allow me to say right now.

Sebastian drops our bags just inside the entry then closes the door, blocking out the outside world. I feel his presence at my back before he gently glides a fingertip down my spine, causing a shiver of anticipation to race through me.

We haven’t done more than kiss since I blew him after the luncheon earlier in the week, and his nearness makes my pulse pound in my ears. There’s nothing stopping us from taking this to the next level now... nothing at all.

His large palm cups the back of my neck, then his free hand is tipping my chin and turning my face to him as he presses in against my back. His soft lips brush mine ever so gently once, then twice, before his tongue glides over my bottom lip, drawing a moan from me as he simultaneously rocks his erection into my butt.

My hands lift to grip the back of his head as he deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue inside my mouth. I twist in his embrace until we’re facing each other. I wrap my arms around his neck. He drops his hands to my ass and lifts as I jump and hook my legs around his hips.

He walks us to the massive four-poster bed, laying me on the soft comforter but never breaking the kiss. I claw at his back, desperate for him, for this, for us.

Dragging his mouth down my throat, he groans. “Christ, Em, I want you so fucking bad.”

I moan and rock my hips up into him, encouraging him to keep going. He lifts his head from my flesh only long enough to tear my shirt off, then his mouth is back on me, nibbling, licking, sucking.

“Take off your clothes,” I demand, yanking at the hem of his tee.

“Not yet,” he says, his amber eyes burning into me as he kisses between my breasts, down my stomach to the edge of my yoga pants. “It’s my turn to drive you mad with my mouth,” he states, sliding my pants and underwear over my hips then dragging them down my legs.

I shiver at not just his words, but the intense and determined look in his eyes.

“Fuuuck,” he groans, staring between my legs, then his tongue darts out, and he takes one long, slow lick of me, and I cry out. “Stay still, Miss Moss,” he instructs. “I’m going to eat this pretty pussy like it’s my last meal.”

And he does. Holy freaking shit he does. He brings me to climax embarrassingly quickly with just his tongue, and I’m panting and trying to catch my breath when he slides a finger inside me and it starts again.

I’m a quivering mass of bliss and ecstasy by the time he rids himself of his own clothing, retrieves a condom from God knows where, and climbs over me. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as he hovers above me, satisfaction, desire, and so much more shining in his eyes.

“You ready for me?” he asks in a guttural tone that has my insides clenching all over again.

I nod furiously, wrap my legs around his hips, and dig my heels into his tight ass. “Please,” I beg. “Fuck me, Sebastian. I need to fee—”

He impales me with his thick dick, and my eyes close, my head tipping back as he thrusts in and out of me.

“Yes, oh God, yes,” I babble as pleasure sweeps through my entire body. He feels so good. So fucking good I could cry.

His lips brush over the edge of my jaw, then his strong hand is gripping it, tipping it down so he can take my mouth in a punishing kiss. He pumps into me with a savage ferocity. “So fucking wet for me, Miss Moss,” he says into my mouth.

“Yes,” I whimper.

“Tell me,” he demands. “Tell me how much you like my cock.”

“Yes, oh God,” I cry. “So good, uh, so fucking good.”

He releases my jaw, planting his hand beside my head and propping himself up and changing the angle as he continues to drive into me. My legs slide from his hips, and he shifts again. He takes one and rests it against his chest, then his fingers dig into my thighs so hard I know it’s going to bruise, but that just excites me more.

My body clenches, tightens, and shudders as pleasure builds inside me. “I’m going to...” I whimper.

“Yes, baby, come on my cock. Come for me, baby,” Sebastian says, his thrusts becoming erratic, his breathing stilted.

I throw my head back as wave after wave of pure ecstasy crash over me. My mind goes blank, and I’m nothing more than a puddle of bliss as I come down from the most intense orgasm I’ve had in a long-ass time.

Sebastian grits his teeth, twists his head to the side, and releases a deep groan as he comes, then he collapses over me, his sweaty forehead pressed against my neck. I sigh in absolute contentment and run my fingers through his damp hair.

I want to stay in this blissed-out bubble with him forever. If only that was an option…