by L. Wilder
“Yeah. They were really excited about it.”
“They’ll have fun,” I tried to convince her.
“I think Charlie’s hoping that a girl he likes is going to be there.”
“That would definitely make the night more interesting,” I chuckled. Damn. The small talk was killing me. I just wanted to reach out and grab her, carry her to the bedroom, and put an end to the tension that was building between us, but that would have to wait. I started for the door and asked, “You ready?”
“No.”
I was surprised by her answer, so I turned around to face her. “No?”
“No,” she answered again, more firmly this time. Her teeth nipped at her bottom lip as she stood staring at me. Finally, with her cheeks blushing red, she said, “I’d rather just stay here.”
She didn’t say the words. She didn’t have to. Just one look at her and I knew exactly why she wanted to stay home. After a week of waiting, we were finally alone, and the last thing either of us wanted was to spend our night out surrounded by strangers. I dropped my keys on the table and said, “Staying here sounds good.”
“Okay,” she said nervously.
“Olivia,” I growled as I took as step towards her.
“Yeah?”
“I noticed.”
Her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to figure out what I was talking about. “Noticed what?”
“The cutoffs. The buttons on your uniform. All the excuses to put your hands on me. I noticed.”
A sexy smile spread across her face as she said, “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“You’ve been torturing me all week.”
“The way you were acting, I didn’t even think you were paying attention.”
“I was. And just so you know … you’re going to pay for that shit.”
He took a step towards me, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t. I knew what was coming. Hell, I’d asked for it, and he wanted it just as much as I did. I could see it in his eyes as they shimmered in the darkness, and my heart began to race with elation as he continued to move closer to me. It was happening. The moment that I’d envisioned so many times, and I was overcome with nerves, excitement, and desire all at the same time.
When he reached for me, I swallowed, holding my breath as I waited for him to lower his mouth to mine. Just before his lips touched mine, he paused. His gorgeous green eyes fell on me, searching for some kind of confirmation that I wanted this as much as he did, and when he found what he was looking for, his mouth crashed against my lips. My legs began to tremble as I was consumed with all of these feelings, these little sensations that had my body melting into his. I didn’t question it. I didn’t let my worries of inadequacies sneak into the back of my mind. Instead, I let myself go. I was there with him … the place I was meant to be.
The tips of his fingers trailed along my spine, and I arched towards him, seeking the heat of his touch. As he continued to kiss me, I could feel a fire burning deep inside me, smoldering as it spread through my body. It had started with just a spark, but I could feel it building, intensifying with every touch of his hand. He brought the tips of his fingers to the straps of my dress and gently brushed them off my shoulders. I shivered with anticipation as I felt the palm of his hand linger over my bare flesh. The satin dress slipped ever so slowly down my body, eventually puddling uselessly around my feet. He looked down at me, sending chills through my body as his eyes roamed over every inch of my exposed skin.
“So worth the wait,” he muttered as he ran his rough, calloused finger along the edge of my black lace bra.
A rush of heat rolled against my skin as he stood there staring at me, appraising me. Everything about this man had my senses going completely haywire. I’d never wanted anything like I wanted him in that moment. Just looking at him made it hard to breathe, hard to think, and the way his eyes filled with lust when he looked at me only increased my need for him. I reached out, grasping the hem of his t-shirt, and I felt the muscles of his chest quiver as I my fingers brushed along his skin. Something about him lit me up from the inside, and just touching him made the fire inside me burn brighter and stronger, and I was having a hard time keeping it together. When I finally managed to pull the shirt over his head, I laid my hand on his heart, relieved to feel that his beat was fast and hard like mine. I wasn’t the only one feeling this connection between us. Just like me, he’d felt every spark, every flicker of heat that surged through our bodies.
“Clutch,” I whispered.
“Right here, baby. I’ve got you,” he reassured me.
His lips brushed against mine, but not gently like before. Instead, it was hot, passionate, and demanding. I feared that I might lose myself in his touch, but I couldn’t pull myself away. I wanted him too much, needed him too much. I moaned into his mouth, stealing the last of his restraint. I gasped when he lifted me up, cradling me close to his chest as he carried me over to the bed. He held me tightly, making me feel safe and secure in his arms. Seconds later, I was on my back and his body covered mine. His weight pressed me into the bed as his hands, rough and impatient, roamed over my body. Seconds later, my bra was freed from my body and thrown to the floor. His mouth closed over my breast, scraping his teeth across my sensitive flesh. My fingers tangled in his hair as he flicked his tongue against my nipple, sending goosebumps prickling across my skin. My breath caught as his hand slid between my legs. He ran his finger along the edge of my lace panties, trailing that vulnerable line between my thigh and center while his other hand cupped my breast, the rough pad of his thumb stroking across my nipple as he added fuel to the fire burning within me.
Impatient for more, I reached down, tugging at his belt, then lowered his jeans down his hips. I couldn’t wait a moment longer. I needed to be taken. I needed to feel him inside of me. I looked up at him and pleaded, “Now.”
He lifted off of me and reached for his jeans, searching for a condom. He was beautiful with his perfectly defined abs and his oh-so-pronounced V, and seeing him stand there in all of his naked glory had me swooning like some kind of nymphomaniac. When he caught me gawking at him, his eyes danced with mischief as he asked, “Like what you see, Sunshine?”
All I could muster was a brief nod and, “Mmm-hmm.”
His smirk quickly faded as he looked down at me sprawled out on the bed, and then he said, “You’re amazing, Olivia. Absolutely amazing.”
Before I had time to respond, he was back on top of me, centering himself between my legs. He hovered over me, the heat of our breaths mingling between us until the anticipation became too much and his mouth crashed down around mine. His hand dove into my hair, grasping at the nape of my neck as he delved deeper into my mouth, our tongues twisting and tasting each other with all the passion and desire we’d kept bottled up since the first night we’d met. Without warning, his hands drifted down my thighs as he lowered my panties. Once they were gone, I wrapped my legs around him, taking him deep inside me. I instantly felt engulfed by him and froze, needing a minute to adjust to his size. After a brief moment, I placed my hands on his chest and slowly began to move, matching the rhythm of his heart as I rocked my hips against him.
Bliss. Pure bliss. Being with him was nothing like I’d ever experienced before. I had no idea it could be so good, and I wanted to savor the moment. I wanted to let myself feel every erotic sensation.
But Clutch had other plans. A deep growl vibrated through his chest as his pace quickened, becoming more demanding and intense with each shift of his hips. The muscles in my abdomen began to tighten and, without thinking, my legs drew up beside him. My hands curled around his back as I held on to him, bracing myself for the next wave of pleasure that crashed through my body. With one deep thrust, the fire ragged inside me, consuming every inch of me with heat as my orgasm tore through me. I was left shocked and shuddering from the explosion of pleasure, but he didn’t stop. Not even close. He drove into me again and again until he found his own release, growling out like a satisfied bear as
he lowered his body onto mine. I lay there limp beneath him as I listened to the rapid beating of his heart begin to slow and eventually return to a relaxed pace.
He eased off of me and rolled over on his side, pulling me close to him. Looking over to him, I finally got it. For the first time ever, I truly understood what all the hype was about. Smiling, I rested my head on his shoulder and whispered, “Fireworks.”
“Fireworks?” he chuckled.
“Yep. I had no idea, but fireworks … they’re good. Very, very good.”
He cocked his head to the side and asked, “You gonna tell me about these fireworks?”
“Nope. All you need to know is that they’re good.”
“I guess I’ll just have to take your word for it.” He laughed at that. “You know, I promised Charlie that I’d take you for a night out on the town.”
I curled up next to him, and as I ran my hand over his chest, I said, “This was way better than a night on the town.”
“No doubt about that, but I should at least feed you. You hungry?”
“I could eat, but you’re going to have to pry me out of this bed. I don’t think I can move even if I wanted to.”
He sat up on the bed. “Then, we’ll get something delivered. Pizza or Chinese?”
“Ummm … Chinese. Some wontons would be great.”
“Wontons it is.” He got out of the bed. I didn’t miss the opportunity to check out his perfect ass as he reached for the remote control and tossed it onto the bed. He gave me a knowing look as he said, “You find us something to watch while I call in our order.”
“What do you want to watch?” I asked him as I curled up in the covers and turned on the TV.
“You’ve got the remote. You decide.” He was still completely naked as he walked out of the room, and even though my body was still trembling from my cataclysmic orgasm, I was tempted to call him back to bed. Trying to distract myself, I started flipping through the channels, searching for something decent for us to watch, and finally settled on some romantic comedy. I could hear the rumble of his voice as he talked in the living room, followed by the slap of his bare feet against the hardwood floors as he walked back into the room.
He stopped at the foot of the bed and gave me a mischievous look before his hand dropped and took hold of the covers. He gave them a quick tug, pulling them completely off the bed.
“Hey! What are you doing?” I scolded as I quickly sat up and tried to reach for one of the blankets. Without answering, he lowered himself to the bed and started towards me like a panther after his prey. When he started trailing kisses along my leg, I giggled. “Clutch! What are you doing??”
A devilish smirk crossed his face. “You didn’t think I was finished with you yet, did you?”
“It’s been, like, five minutes. I thought it took time to build up … you know … your resources before you could do that again.”
“My resources are just fine, Sunshine. Besides, it’s time for a little payback for all the hell you put me through this week,” he teased.
I started squirming beneath him. “What kind of payback?”
Just before he kissed me, he lowered his mouth just inches above mine as he said, “The good kind.”
There was one thing about Clutch: the man was true to his word. The payback was the good kind every single time. We never made it out of his room, and I couldn’t have been happier. We made love, ate enough Chinese food for ten people, and watched movies. I loved being with him, and even though I was glad that the kids were coming home, I hated for the night to end. Spending the night in his arms made me realize just how much I wanted things to work out with him. It was such a huge turnaround from the day I’d first seen him. Back then, I thought that it’d be a mistake—a monumental, life-altering mistake—to get involved with him, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. He was good to me and to the kids, and he made me happy. Happy wasn’t something I ever expected to be again, but at that moment, I truly was. In fact, I couldn’t remember a time when I was happier. I just wished my mother was there. I missed talking to her, telling her all of the crazy things that were going on in my life and listening to her words of wisdom about this or that. I knew she’d have plenty to say about my newfound relationship with Clutch, but she’d be able to see how happy I was. Even though she wasn’t there to tell me herself, I already knew what she’d say. She’d smile and tell me to follow my heart, and that was exactly what I planned to do.
Fireworks. The minute Olivia said the word, I knew exactly what she meant. I’d felt them right along with her. Hell, I’d felt them every time we’d touched. The first time her lips met mine, it just about knocked me on my ass. I’d never felt anything like it before, and I couldn’t get enough. Lucky for me, she felt the same way. We’d become quite the mischievous duo over the past couple of weeks, sneaking around like two fucking teenagers, only we weren’t hiding from our parents; we were hiding from the kids. We’d made good use of our lunch breaks, and even managed to make up some pretty decent excuses to slip off and spend an hour or two alone after work. We thought we were being so fucking clever, but kids have a sixth sense about shit, and they knew something was up. I could see it in their eyes whenever we’d try to justify our reasons for being alone together.
“I’m going to go over and help Clutch fix his laptop. He thinks he’s got a virus,” Olivia told Charlie.
He raised an eyebrow and asked, “Virus, huh? What kind of virus?”
She looked over at me, pleading with me to help, but I just stood there with a smirk on my face and said nothing, enjoying the show. Finally, she answered, “I don’t know. That’s why I’m going to go help him fix it.”
He then turned to me and asked, “What’s it doing?”
“Uh … I don’t know. The screen went black or something,” I mumbled.
“Sounds bad.” He smiled. “Might need to get someone that actually knows how to turn on a computer to look at it.”
Olivia rolled her eyes at him. “I know a lot about computers, smart one. I can fix his laptop.”
“Uh huh. Whatever you say, Sis. Next time, just say you’re going over to Clutch’s place. You don’t have to come up with some lame excuse.”
“It’s not—” Olivia started.
“Liv, let’s just go,” I told her as I took her hand and led her next door. “We’ll be back. Keep the door locked.”
It was exhausting trying to outsmart those two kids, and I was actually relieved when Charlie called us on our shit. Olivia tried her best to convince herself that her brother didn’t know what we were up to, and I wasn’t going to be the one that broke the news to her.
As soon as I closed the door behind us, she asked, “Do you think he knows we’re fooling around?”
I walked over to her, pinning her hot little body against the wall, and as I lowered my mouth down to hers, I whispered, “No way to know for sure unless you ask him.”
Before I had a chance to kiss her, she screeched, “Ask him? I can’t ask him!”
“Then, leave it,” I answered, and before she had a chance to respond, I pressed my lips against hers, stealing her next thought.
That’s all it took. She let go of her worries about the kids and wrapped her arms around my neck, immediately filling the room with her little moans and whimpers. My hands drifted down to her thighs, lowering her shorts and lace panties down her long, lean legs. My dick was straining against my jeans as I began to unbuckle them and let them fall to the floor. In a frenzy of need, I lifted her up and pressed her back against the wall as she wrapped her legs around my waist. Just watching the look on her face as I slammed my cock deep inside her made me come undone. I quickened my pace, pounding into her again and again, each thrust more demanding than the last.
She ground her hips against mine, matching my relentless rhythm as she whimpered, “More.”
Fuck. My girl wanted more, and that’s just what I gave her. Her grip on my shoulders tightened as I tilted her hips, driving deeper
and harder with every move. I felt her clamp down around my cock, letting me know that her climax was approaching. I came seconds after her body fell limp in my arms. I held her close as I told her, “You’re mine, Olivia Turner. I’m never letting you go.”
With a satisfied smile spreading across her face, she asked, “Are you mine, too? Does it work both ways?”
“Absolutely,” I agreed as I carried her over to the sofa.
“You’re pretty awesome. You know that, right?”
I laughed as I said, “Yeah … I have my moments.”
She rested her head on my shoulder, and as I ran my fingers through her hair, she softly said, “You have lots of moments. And you should know, I love them all. And I love you, too.”
Never before had words sounded so sweet, and hearing them from her the first time had me wanting to make love to her all over again. My world stood still as I turned to face her and said, “I love you, too, Sunshine.”
She pressed her lips to mine, and we completely became lost in the moment. Just before we had a chance to get carried away, we both heard Charlie and Hadley arguing next door. With a growl, Olivia got up. As she got dressed, she pouted. “Duty calls.”
She kissed me one last time and headed for the door. Our moments alone were short, but they were enough. I savored every minute I could have with her. Being with her was the only thing that kept me going when things went to shit at the garage. I’d been going in early every day trying to get ahead, but the weekend was just around the corner and I hadn’t made the progress I’d hoped to make. When all the guys started packing up for the night, I decided I’d follow them out. There was nothing on that engine that couldn’t wait until tomorrow, and I needed to touch base with Big Mike.
As soon as I got out to my bike, I gave him a call and was immediately concerned about what he’d found. Turned out that Hanson made a few bad investments. He’d lost a shit load of money, and the pressure was on him to make a quick turnaround. He was desperate, and desperate men do desperate things. Mike was following a lead on one of the men Hanson was dealing with and promised to get back with me when he found out more. After talking to him, I got on my bike and headed home. I’d barely walked into my apartment when I heard a knock at my door. I looked over at the clock and, seeing that it was before seven, I knew it wasn’t Olivia. We’d made plans to go riding over the weekend, so she’d been working late all week trying to get in a few extra hours so she could take a day off. When I opened the door, I was surprised to find Charlie standing there waiting for me.
