Wild Nights With My Brother's Ex-Best Friend novel Chapter 65

NICOLE

I moan Sebastian's name as he rocks into me slowly, taking his sweet time with me.

My fingers dig into the small of his back, dragging across his skin lightly while his mouth latches onto the side of my neck. I raise my hips to meet his thrusts, getting closer and closer to the edge.

"Nicole," he moans against my skin. The sound of my name leaving his lips makes shivers race down my spine. I clench my thighs around his hips and my movements become more frantic.

His hand moves from the side of my face to my breast, where he teases the sensitive nipple until I whimper. Sebastian's love-making is...tender. Passionate. Loving. When he's with me, touching and holding me, I know he cares. He's the kind of person who wears his heart on his sleeve, so it's impossible not to know how he feels.

There's an apology in every kiss he gives me. I know he feels sorry about the way his relatives treated me—and I hate that both of us are in this position.

These thoughts fly out of my mind when my orgasm builds and pushes me right over the edge. I come hard, calling his name and panting. Afterward, he lies with his head on my chest, and I run my fingers through his damp hair while I stare at the ceiling.

He draws circles on my skin with the pad of his thumb. Neither of us says a word—I don't know what we could say. We're thinking it, though.

What I want to know above everything else is whether the cruise is still on. I don't like being on standby.

And the truth? I would hate to join his family. How awkward would it be? I want to keep my distance from them.

Deep down, I fear that he and I might not work because of his family. I wouldn't want to be a part of a family that doesn't respect me and invites his cheating ex to every family occasion.

"Tell me what you're thinking," he murmurs against my skin.

His request makes me take a deep breath. I didn't want to get into any of it tonight, but I figure it's better to get it out of the way.

"I was wondering how we'd go about the cruise ship."

"I still want to go with you," he replies.

My heart sinks a little. "Your entire family will be there, and they already extended the invitation to your ex. I can't take more of that, Sebastian. I really wish I could tell you something different."

He raises his head and his eyes land on mine. His forehead is beaded with sweat and his lips are red from all the kissing we've been engaging in. "I know that—I heard them loud and clear, trust me. But the cruise ship is huge. We won't have to see them if we don't want to."

Though this should technically solve the problem, I'm not convinced at all, and I can already sense that this trip will be as shitty as all the others I've taken.

"I know you're disappointed. Trust me, I feel worse, because they're my family and before all this, we got along just fine."

"I don't mean to cause a drift between you and them, Sebastian."

A crease forms between his brows. "Of course, not. Nicole, none of this is your fault. They're the ones who need to realize that what Daphne and I had is done and over with. We're not getting back together."

My cheeks are red, and my lipstick is completely smudged to the point where there's no lipstick on my lips. My eye makeup is intact, but despite all this, I feel like a mess and I don't quite understand why.

Something about this whole thing just feels...wrong. It's the cruise. It's hammering against the side of my head, demanding my attention, but I push it to the side because I'm finding everything too overwhelming.

I should speak my mind, but I'm afraid of giving him the wrong impression.

I clean myself up as best as I can—I'll shower when I get home—and then meet Sebastian outside. He's fully dressed, and he smiles when I approach him.

His arm snakes around my waist, and he pulls me close. A small smile is tugging at the corners of his lips when he leans closer to me and kisses me. His tongue glides against mine softly, sending a shiver through me.

"I promise things will change," he says softly while his eyes search mine intently. "You're everything to me, Nicole, and I'll be damned if I lose you because of anything."

When he says these words, I know he means them. He's telling the truth. It feels great, knowing that I'm not being lied to straight to my face. I don't even doubt his words, and this makes me want things to work out for us.

The issue? The comparisons are still inside of me. Everything he says I'm comparing to someone else (I refuse to even think his name). I wonder when that will stop.

Will I wake up one day, completely healed of him? Or will this wound be left behind leave an ugly scar that'll never be able to be ignored?

I don't know—and right now, nothing depresses me more.