The Very Naughty List

29. Hailey

29

HAILEY

The rest of the night passes in a blur as I take orders and drop off plates, all the while trying to ignore the desperate, burning arousal in my core. Just like he promised, Sebastian stays for the entirety of my shift and eventually orders a burger before the kitchen closes.

“You should probably get something too,” he says, giving me a playful look.

“Why is that?”

“You’re going to need the energy. Trust me.”

Need spikes through my veins at that, so I take his menu and retreat to the kitchen to put in an order for two burgers, one for each of us. Jacob is washing dishes from one of the last tables to leave.

“Just the one guy left?” he asks over his shoulder.

“Yeah, but he’s leaving soon. Why don’t you go ahead and call it a night?”

Jacob’s brows pinch together. “Are you sure? There’s still a lot to do.”

“This isn’t my first closing shift at this diner,” I reassure him. “I could do it all in my sleep by this point. You did great tonight, but I can take care of things from here.”

He shoots me a grateful look, then nods. After finishing a few more closing tasks, he heads out, and the cooks clean up their stations and leave a short while later. I make sure all the doors are locked before I carry the two plated burgers out to Sebastian and set one in front of him.

“So, what are you going to eat first?” I ask, resting a hand on my hip and arching a brow at him. “This burger or me?”

“Fuck, shortcake.” Sebastian groans. “You can’t tease me like that.”

“ I’m teasing you? ”

He chuckles and gestures across the booth. “Point taken. But you really should eat something. I’m sure you’ve worked up an appetite tonight.”

He’s not wrong, so I sit across from him and tuck into my burger. It’s cooked perfectly, like always, and I’m just going for another bite when the vibrator comes alive again, sending a jolt through me and turning my bite into a drawn-out moan.

“Oh, my fucking god,” I whimper, swallowing. “You’re evil.”

Sebastian switches the vibe off, then rests his elbows on the table, his gaze locked on my face. “It’s been so much fun watching you squirm tonight, baby. I have to admit, I’m impressed with how well you held it together.”

I shrug, panting for breath. “What can I say? I do well under pressure.”

He lifts a brow. “How much pressure?”

His thumb swipes across the vibrator remote, turning it to its maximum setting, and I drop the burger on my plate in surprise. The vibration is so strong that it makes my thighs clench, my clit throbbing wildly. After hours of agonizing stimulation, the shock of it is enough to send me careening into a powerful climax.

My head falls back against the booth cushion, and my hands grip the edges of the table as a hoarse cry pours from my throat.

“That’s it,” Sebastian praises, his gaze devouring me. “Let yourself go. I’ve been dying to hear those sounds all night.”

After all this teasing and edging, the orgasm he’s finally allowing me to have is easily one of the most intense I’ve ever felt. My eyes squeeze shut so hard it hurts, and it’s a good thing there isn’t anyone else in the diner with all the noises coming out of me.

As the last aftershocks shoot through my veins, Sebastian rises to his feet suddenly, sliding out of the booth and hoisting me into his arms. He carries me toward the kitchen with long strides, kicking open the swinging doors. He sets me down and kneels in front of me as he undoes my pants and tugs them down my legs along with my soaked, messy panties.

Gripping my hips, he presses kisses to my thighs, working his way up toward my aching, throbbing pussy, giving me chills and filling me with desire all over again.

He slowly drags the vibrator out, and I hiss out a breath as my inner walls clench around the sudden emptiness.

“You looked so fucking gorgeous tonight, all flushed and needy. I loved seeing it,” he growls, then lifts the vibrator to his mouth and sucks my wetness off it. My jaw drops open as I watch him, my chest rising and falling fast.

“Shut up and fuck me,” I beg, past the point of teasing or dragging this out. I can’t wait any longer.

Something flashes in Sebastian’s eyes, primal and wild.

He rises to his feet and shoves down his pants enough to free his cock, then spins me around to face the large metal refrigerators. My hands slap against the smooth metal, bracing myself as he yanks my hips backward and plunges into me. My breath catches in my throat as he opens me up, and the studs of his piercings drag against my sensitive skin on their way in. My fingers curl against the fridge, my head drooping a little as sensations overwhelm me.

He pulls my hips back and slams into me again, rough and desperate.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “So good, shortcake. So. Fucking. Good.”

He seems just as turned on as I am, his breathing harsh and ragged as he thrusts so deep and so fast that my hands slide against the refrigerator as I try to steady myself. As crazy as the teasing with the vibrator drove me tonight, it must have done something to him too, and I wonder how long he’s been thinking about this very moment.

“That’s it, open up for me, shortcake. This pussy was made for me, and I’m gonna fucking take it,” he grunts, his fingers digging into my hips as he drops his head to nip at my neck.

“Oh god, I’m close,” I whimper.

“Come for me,” Sebastian demands, but I shake my head, trying to stave off the rising pleasure.

“You come too,” I breathe. “Come with me. I want to feel you fill me up.”

“Jesus fuck.”

I will myself to hold it together as he picks up the pace, making unintelligible noises pour from my lips. I’m trying so fucking hard to wait for him, to make this last longer, but it’s hopeless. His cock feels too incredible sliding in and out of me, his piercing studs rubbing against my walls and ratcheting up the pleasure until I can’t hold back the storm raging inside me.

“Sebastian,” I warn, my voice rising. “I’m… I’m… oh god!”

Just as I let myself go, flying over the edge, he groans with me and fills me with his release. His cock pulses over and over, his hips grinding against my ass as he groans my name, murmuring it under his breath like a prayer.

His fingers lace with mine where my hands are braced on the fridge, and we stay like that for a while as our breathing finally starts to slow. Then Sebastian peppers kisses to the back of my neck and finally pulls out, grabbing several paper towels to help me clean up.

I watch him work with careful focus as he wipes away his cum from my thighs and tosses the paper towels in the trash, and he helps me fix my own clothes before taking care of his. Fortunately, this part of the kitchen is completely hidden from the front part of the diner, so no one passing by could’ve seen anything through the windows.

“I’m starving,” I admit as I lean back against one of the fridges, thinking of my unfinished burger that’s still sitting on the table of the booth where Sebastian was camped out all night.

Sebastian laughs. “Yeah, me too, actually. I never ate that food you brought me. I was a little distracted.”

“Huh.” I chuckle, arching a brow at him. “So was I. Luckily for us, we’re still at a diner, because this place has a lot of food.”

He nods, then opens one of the other fridges. “What are you in the mood for?”

“Something cold and refreshing, and maybe sweet.” I glance at him with slight embarrassment over my perpetual sweet tooth, but he grins, clearly finding it endearing.

“Something sweet, coming right up.”

Sebastian disappears into the fridge for a moment and then re-emerges with a pie pan containing several pieces of leftover apple pie, stuffed to the brim with cinnamon filling.

It’s perfection . Sex and pie—a combination definitely heaven-sent.

I slide down to sit on the floor, resting my back against the fridge, and he takes a seat next to me, handing me a fork as we both dig into the pie.

“That was incredible,” I murmur after swallowing a bite. “And now I can tick one more item off my list.”

“Told you my brothers and I would get through the whole thing,” he says, leaning closer to nuzzle his nose against the sensitive skin of my neck. It makes me squirm, a little spark of arousal lighting inside me. “We don’t back down from dares, remember?”

I laugh, and as he takes another bite of pie, my mind drifts back to my conversation with my best friend earlier.

“I told Lorelai about your dare this morning, and how we all ran naked through the snow,” I tell him, grinning lazily as I lick whipped cream off my fork. “Pretty sure she thinks we’re all crazy.”

“Eh.” He shrugs. “I saw a video once of a surfer who got attacked by a shark and kept surfing. So I think Californians are their own brand of crazy.”

That makes me laugh, and I lean my head against his shoulder. It feels good to sit with him like this, just lounging and talking like we used to back in his garage sometimes. Although it’s even better now, with our bodies still flushed and warm from sex and the taste of whipped cream and cinnamon on my tongue.

“I told her about what we’re doing,” I admit. “The fake dating, and the… bucket list thing. I figured it would be okay, since she’s miles away from Chestnut Hill and couldn’t spill the beans to anyone. Not that she would—she’s ride or die for me, so she’d take the secret to her grave.”

“Yeah?” Sebastian twists his neck a little to look down at me, then feeds me another bite of pie. “What did she have to say about all of it?”

“I believe her exact words were ‘get it, girl.’” I smirk, leaving out the part where my bestie warned me not to get my heart broken. I’m heeding her warning, or at least trying my best to, but I don’t need to share all of that with Sebastian.

He chuckles, making his shoulder shift a little beneath my cheek. “That’s a good friend.”

“Yeah.” I grin, staring at the wall opposite us. I hesitate, mulling over my next words, then add, “She also told me to stop running from my past.”

Sebastian sets down the plate, sitting up a little straighter as he cranes his neck to try to see my face. I lift my head, not wanting him to get a crick in his neck.

“What does that mean?” he asks.

Picking up the fork, I drag it through the slowly melting remnants of whipped cream on the plate. “I’m not quite sure what she meant. We had to cut our call short so she could run an errand for her boss. But I can guess what she was getting at.” I sigh. “I ran away from Chestnut Hill after what happened with Dylan. I just couldn’t stand to be here anymore, with the looks and the whispers and the constant reminders of him. And I thought I was running toward something when I left, but now… I’m not so sure.”

I chew my lip, staring down at the plate. My thoughts feel a little jumbled, and I don’t really know how to express what I’m trying to say.

“I think we’re all running from something, shortcake.” Sebastian’s voice is unusually serious, and when I look back up, his blue-green eyes are fixed on me. “Even those of us who didn’t leave town like you did are running in our own ways.”

“What are you running from?” I ask quietly.

He pauses before he answers, a contemplative look entering his expression. Then he lets out a quiet breath. “The same thing you are, I guess. The past. Who I was. Who people still see me as.”

“What do you mean?”

He swallows, a look of pain entering his eyes. “Sometimes I feel like my life has stood still ever since my parents died. I took over our dad’s shop, and that gave me something to focus on, something to do. And don’t get me wrong, I fucking love working with cars. I love being a mechanic. But I feel like… I dunno. I guess I feel like I’m always walking in my father’s shoes, and I never quite measure up.”

There’s something so vulnerable in his expression that I can’t stop myself from scooting a little closer to him. I rest my hand on his upper arm, feeling the hard muscles just beneath the skin.

“Of course you measure up. Sebastian, if your dad could see you now, he’d be so proud.”

“Thanks.” He reaches up to put his hand over mine. “I hope he would be. And I’m proud to carry on his legacy. It just feels like everyone has an expectation of me that I’ll never live up to.”

“I don’t,” I say firmly. “You’re an incredible guy. You can always make me laugh, and you keep both of your brothers from getting too lost in their own heads. You’re amazing with cars, and even if you say you’re not a gentleman, you’re something better. You’re a good man. If anyone else doesn’t see how amazing you are—as your own person, not as a reflection of your father—then that’s their loss.”

His eyes soften, something warm passing through them.

“Damn, shortcake. You’re gonna give me a big head.”

I chuckle, but the humor fades from his eyes as he lifts his hand and brushes his thumb over my lip. He leans forward and kisses me, this time slowly and with a sort of deliberation that I can feel all the way down to my toes.

When our kiss finally breaks, he tucks a lock of hair behind my ear, trailing his fingertips along the curve of my jaw.

“You know,” he murmurs. “Maybe we should stop caring so much about what everyone else around us thinks and just start embracing what we really want.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” I say, grinning as his featherlight touch makes goosebumps scatter down my neck.

But as we finally clamber to our feet and get back to doing the last few closing tasks before leaving the diner, a little thought keeps pricking at the back of my mind.

What if the thing I want is something I can never have?