by Ellie Wade
Ollie pulls into my drive and turns off his bike. He steps off, and then circles his hands around my waist lifting me off the seat. My heels hit the ground as Ollie’s lips meet mine. The kiss is needy and urgent as if the ride was a total aphrodisiac for him, too.
The kiss slows, and he leans his forehead against mine, his breaths heavy. “You know what’s going to happen when we get inside, yeah?”
I nod.
“You’re ready for that?”
I slide my hand over his abs until it rubs against the rock hard evidence of his desire. “I’ve been ready for eight very long years.”
“Me too.” He groans. Grabbing my ass, he lifts me from the ground and I wrap my legs around his middle.
Our tongues collide as he walks up to my front door. I awkwardly riffle through my purse for my keys without breaking the kiss. Keys found, I hold them behind me, as Ollie pushes my body into the door, expecting the key to magically open the door like one big epic movie seen. But atlas, it doesn’t work that way.
“Dammit,” I hiss as I pull my mouth from Ollie’s and turn from him to unlock my door. My hands shake with adrenaline for what’s to come that it takes a few seconds to open the door.
The door clicks open and I sigh with relief. I’m crazed with need and hating anything standing between me and Ollie.
“We good?” Ollie smirks.
“Yes!” I wrap my arms back around his neck and attack his mouth with mine needing to feel his tongue entangled with mine.
He walks us inside and kicks the front door closed with his foot. He leads us to my room, and sets me down beside the bed. The moment my feet hit the ground, he pulls off his shirt. My heart races at the sight of his bare chest, and my gaze roams down his abs to the perfect V, and my breath hitches as he unbuttons his jeans and pulls them off, along with his boxers, in one swift movement.
This man has been the star of my dreams for years, and even the best dream can’t hold a candle to Ollie in real life. He’s perfect.
“Quinn,” my name is a husky whisper.
“Yeah.” I lift my stare to meet his.
“Do you need help?” he nods at my fully dressed form.
I make quick work of ripping off all articles of clothing separating my skin from his. When I’m naked before him, his gaze darkens as he takes me in. His blues burn my skin as they assess me from head to toe. He runs the back of his finger along my collarbone, down my peeked nipple, over my abs, and stops at my hips.
“You’re perfect, Quinn,” he says, his voice low with desire. “I knew you would be.” His other hand cradles my chin and pulls my face toward him.
His kisses are soft and reverent as he pushes me back onto the bed. His mouth worships mine as our hands roam, exploring each other’s bodies. His finger enters me and stars explode beneath my closed eyelids just knowing that it’s Ollie who’s touching me. Ollie’s single touch replaces everything. I never want to be loved by anyone, other than him, again.
He kisses down my neck, and across my chest. Stopping at my breasts, his mouth plays homage to my nipples as he adds another finger he continues to work me into a frenzy below.
“Ollie,” I plead, wanting to feel him inside me.
“Patience.” He kisses down my belly. “There’s something I’ve wanted to do for a very long time.”
He spreads my legs wide as his tongue explores my most sensitive area. My body immediately starts to shake and I moan loudly, the sensations—too good. His fingers pump in and out of me hard as his tongue circles the ball of nerves between my legs. I feel the rush building, and my cries become louder. The journey toward release is more intense than I’ve ever felt. I’m chasing what will be the most powerful orgasm of my life, and every inch of me trembles.
Ollie’s fingers curl toward the front wall, rubbing my G-spot. His free hand reaches up and pulls on my nipple, eliciting pleasure from so many areas. He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I fall. Hard. Every cell in my body erupts with a sensation more incredible than I’ve ever felt. Electricity rushes from my toes, up to my scalp, and I cry out as wave after wave pulls me toward a utopia that I know I’ll only ever feel with this man.
He continues to lick me as my body quivers with release. I’m spent, and sated. My limbs are heavy as I reach for him. “Ollie,” I plead.
He kisses up my body until he hovers above me, and takes my mouth in a kiss.
“I need to feel you inside me,” I beg.
He rolls off me and I miss his proximity.
“Where are you going?”
“Condom,” he answers.
I tug at his arm. “No. I’m on the pill, and I’ve been tested. Have you?”
“Yeah, I’m clean and always use a condom.”
“Then no.” I pull him toward me. “I don’t want anything between us. I’ve waited too long for you, Oliver Hale.” I press my palm to his cheek.
“You sure? I don’t mind.” He covers my hand with his.
“Please,” I beg.
He straddles my body and stares at me below him, his eyes full of adoration and need. He lines his hard length up with my opening and I close my eyes.
“Look at me,” he orders and I comply. “Keep your eyes open. I want to see you.”
He slides into me and I gasp. His mouth falls open. “Fuck Quinn,” he hisses.
His brilliant blues hold my stare as he starts moving inside me. We’re frantic as he picks up the pace, a mess of moans, and heat as his body slaps against mine filling me up so completely. I close my eyes, pressing my head back into the pillow, needing to focus on the sensations as my release starts to build.
Ollie drops his head, his arms caging me in. His pants sound almost pained as he continues to work inside me. I claw at his back urging him to move harder and faster. Feeling my orgasm building I grab his face and kiss him hard, moaning into his mouth as pleasure takes me. He plunges his tongue in deep, the intensity mirroring his movements below. He growls, loud and wild, as he spills his release inside me.
Exhausted and sated, he falls atop me and I trace circles on his back, slick with sweat, with the tip of my finger.
“I knew you’d be perfect,” he says, supplying my shoulder with a peck.
“That was amazing.”
“Amazing,” Ollie sighs.
“We’re going to be doing that a lot.” I thread my fingers through his hair.
“Fuck yeah we are.”
Chapter 20
Ollie
Quinn’s hot little mouth moves up and down my shaft as the warm water of the shower hits my back, and I’m trying to remember why it took me so long to take what I wanted.
All the reasons, all the worry—literal years of it—left the moment I touched her. She was made to be mine. Designed to fit me perfectly. The thing is, I knew it. From the moment I met her, I knew she’d be perfect for me. I fought it for so long, and for what?
People still die, or they don’t. They use, or they don’t. I can be there for everyone, lend an ear or advice, but ultimately I can’t choose for them. The decision to use is solely their own.
But Quinn…I could’ve lost her. She could’ve married Beau or any of the other perfectly acceptable boyfriends she’s had over the years. I allowed irrational fear to keep me from the one woman who was put on this earth for me. I’ve spent eight years wanting someone I thought I couldn’t have. Eight years of not feeling…this.
I thread my fingers through her wet hair. She moans as if sucking me off is the best thing she’s going to do today, and to be honest, it’s insanely hot. Everything about her is, always has been.
At thirty-eight, last night was the best sex of my life. Bar none. That fact is tripping me out. Is Quinn just a little sex goddess, or is it merely because feelings are involved, which is a first for me. I’ve never wanted more from anyone I’ve slept with. It’s always been just sex.
With Quinn, it’s different. It’s so much more. The want, desire, and fondness I’ve felt for her over the years were
there last night and now—making everything feel so much…better. Indescribable.
“I’m coming,” I groan, giving Quinn a chance to pull away as I steady myself against the tiled wall of the shower. She doesn’t move, though, and the sight of her on her knees below me makes my orgasm hit hard.
She takes every last drop of my release, and I’m so turned on, I’m almost ready to go again. I pull her up from her knees and kiss her. “That was incredible,” I say against her mouth.
“I’m glad you liked it.” She grins, running her palms over my wet skin.
I twist her around and pull her back to my front. Leaning down, I suck on her neck and bring my hand around her waist, my fingers finding the spot I crave. Her legs widen on instinct, allowing me deep access, and I work my fingers in and out of her, rubbing her clit with my thumb.
She leans her head back into my chest, “Ollie,” she whines, pushing her pelvis toward my hand.
“I know, baby. You and me. We fit so good together,” I whisper into her ear, pulling her lobe into my mouth before I start licking and kissing down her neck.
My hand pumps harder, and Quinn’s thrusts grow in intensity as she fucks my hand. Suddenly, very jealous of my fingers, I pull them away. Turning Quinn around, I hold her against the wall and lift her leg up to the side so she’s wide open for me.
Her mouth is slack, and her heady eyes beg for more. Bending my knees, I position myself at her opening and thrust inside. She cries out, a mix between a whimper and a scream, and it makes me throb with insane need. She’s so vocal, letting me feel how I affect her with each touch.
“Does that feel good?” I groan as I take her against the wall.
Her eyes are squeezed shut, her face turned to the side, her mouth open as she cries out in pleasure with each thrust.
“So good,” she manages to get out between breaths.
I lick my thumb and start rubbing it against her little mound of nerves as I thrust harder into her. She starts to shake, and I lean against her, holding her to the wall as I chase my own release and fall over the edge with her.
We kiss gently under the spray of the water as we come down from our high.
“I don’t want to go to work,” Quinn says. “I want to stay here and make love to you all day.”
I kiss her forehead. “Me too, believe me.”
I feel like a teen who’s discovered the true power of his dick for the first time, and I never want to leave this shower. I want to stay in here all day and come with Quinn over and over again.
“Tonight,” I promise with a soft kiss to her lips.
I squirt some soap into my hand and start to wash Quinn’s body. It doesn’t take long to realize we are too new into our relationship for this, as I’m already hard and ready to go again.
“Maybe we should wash ourselves, or you may never get to work.” I grin.
She bites her lip and looks down at my growing desire. “I don’t know. Work is overrated.”
“Quinn.” I chuckle and take a step back.
“Fine.” She pouts in mock protest and grabs the shampoo.
We wash up and get out of the shower. I put on the same clothes as yesterday, and Quinn puts on a new outfit for work. I notice that she’s wearing a black pair of dress pants today, which, although not really bike wear, are definitely more suitable than the tight skirt she had on yesterday.
I watch, fascinated as she puts on her makeup and brushes out her hair. It would suck to be a girl, so much shit to do just to leave the house.
“What?” She notices me staring at her through her mirror.
“Just enjoying the view.” I grin.
“Well, I’m not even going to bother to do my hair.” She twists her hair into a bun. “Motorcycles are sexy but not conducive to good hair days.”
“See, making your life better already. You don’t need to spend tons of time on your hair. You’re gorgeous without all the fuss.”
“I like the fuss. It makes me feel pretty.” She puts a silver hoop earring in each ear.
“You’re beautiful, Quinn, regardless. Even with wet hair and no makeup, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
She walks over to me wearing a sexy smile. “Are you saying nice things to get into my pants, Ollie Hale?”
I grab her hand and pull her down to me, so she’s sitting on my lap. I circle my arms around her waist. “You know I have no trouble getting in your pants.”
“That’s true.” She grins. “You’re welcome anytime. So what are you doing today?”
“Working on a Yamaha, meeting up with a couple of people. How about you?”
“Dealing with customers and filing paperwork.”
“Sounds fun.”
“Oh, yeah.” She raises her brows. “Can I see you tonight?”
“Yeah. Do you want to come over to my house after work? I don’t want to leave Saki alone all night.”
She nods. “Sure. I’ll try to get out of work at a normal time today. I won’t work until after the mall closes.” She grins. “I can drive back here, and grab some things and then head over to your place. Maybe we can do dinner together?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
It feels right making plans with Quinn, like the two grown-ass adults we are. It only took years of desire, months of flirting, a hot garage kiss, a week of suggestive texts, and cheesecake to get to this point. I’m just glad we’re finally here because here feels good.
“I can make you breakfast before we go.” Quinn swipes her thumb over my cheek.
“I’d like that.”
She hops off my lap. Extending her hand, I take it, and she helps to pull me up. Hand in hand, she leads me toward her kitchen.
“Would you like Golden Grahams, Apple Jacks, or Cocoa Krispies?”
“Oh, wow. So many choices. I guess, Cocoa Krispies.”
She opens the cupboard and reaches for the bowls. “I agree. It is a Cocoa Krispies kind of morning.”
I open the refrigerator to find a half gallon of milk and some condiments.
Quinn reaches behind me and grabs the milk. “Hey, I’m making breakfast. You take a seat.” She motions toward the table.
I do as instructed, and she serves us each a bowl of cereal.
“Now, just to be clear, I’m actually a really good cook. I haven’t been grocery shopping in a while, and I hate buying a lot of groceries because I’m never here, and they always go bad before I can use them.”
“I get that.” I nod. “You know, I think you work too much.”
“Yeah, probably.” She shrugs and takes a bite of her cereal. “I like my job, and besides hanging out with friends, I don’t do a lot. So I figure…why not work?”
“Well, I’ve never had a girlfriend before. But I’m thinking that I might be a little high maintenance as a boyfriend.” I smirk.
“Oh, really?” Quinn giggles.
“Yeah, and I’m thinking that I’m going to want to see you a lot,” I tease.
“See me or do me?” She quirks a brow.
“Both, obviously.”
She shakes her head with a smile. “Well, I’ll try my best to keep normal work hours because I, too, see myself being a little needy when it comes to time with you.”
“Good.”
I clear our dishes, rinse them out, and place them in the dishwasher while Quinn brushes her teeth and finishes getting ready for work.
Minutes later, she’s straddling the back of my bike, and we’re on the way to the mall.
I pull up in front of the entrance doors to her store, and she slides off the bike, handing me my helmet back.
“I’ll see you tonight.” She gives me a chaste kiss and heads into work.
I feel like I’m going a little insane because I miss her already.
Chapter 21
Quinn
Thankfully work flew by, aided by the fact that I had very little time to miss Ollie because I was putting out fires everywhere. I’m glad it was hectic because a slow
day where I had nothing better to do than count down until I’d get to see Ollie again would’ve been torture.
I’m afraid to get too confident in this new relationship. A part of me wants to believe that because it’s something that we’ve both craved for so long we’re simply going to ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after. And yet—there’s the other part, the more rational part, that fears that something lies just around the corner waiting to derail us and our happiness. After all, a thirty-eight-year-old man doesn’t go his whole adult life without a serious relationship for nothing. Something will threaten what we have going. I just don’t know what. Yet I want to be with Ollie enough to risk it.
I pull into Ollie’s drive at seven, a respectable time. Plus, I’m taking the rest of the weekend off. I can’t wait to wake up next to Ollie tomorrow and not have anywhere pressing to go.
“Hey, Little One,” he greets me at his door and pulls me into a kiss.
“Hey, Gorgeous.” I step into his house.
Ollie’s house is nice. It’s clean and modern. The interior is a color palette of whites, creams, and blues. It’s quite stunning, really.
I’m not sure what I expected his design taste would be. I suppose, given the fact he’s a free-spirited lifelong bachelor who works on motorcycles, I imagined something a little more eclectic. Perhaps mismatched, hand-me-down furniture, and a random futon that he’s held on to since high school. At the bare minimum, I thought he’d have a couple of posters on the wall.
“What are you thinking?” Ollie asks as I stare at a framed piece of art hanging over his white leather sectional sofa. It’s an abstract painting of a motorcycle, but it’s more than that. The colors and textures that the artist used are mesmerizing.
“I love this painting. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Yeah, I got that from a local artist a few summers ago at the Ann Arbor art fair. He’s such a talented guy. Right?”
“Definitely. It’s amazing.”
“How was your day?” he asks.
“Good. It was…” I’m startled when something with fur vibrates against my leg. “Ahh!” I say, pulling up my leg before looking to see what is buzzing against it.
