Isaac then leads me to the other end of the table and introduces me again.
“This here is the hellion of our group, Ivy,” he says and she flips him off. He chuckles before continuing. “And her husband Wood.”
I feel my eyes go wide because Wood looks like that hot British actor who plays the sentry in the Thor movies.
“Hi Olivia,” he says and oh my damn, he has a British accent.
Holy shit!
“I know – that accent is sexy as fuck, isn’t it,” Ivy whispers to me before engulfing me in a hug.
“I’m so sorry, that was extremely rude of me,” I apologize, realizing that I actually said that out loud.
She releases me from the hug and waves me off, “Oh please, no need to be sorry. He knows what that accent does to women.” She then looks at Isaac. “I already like her - her filter seems to be on the fritz just like mine.” She laughs a deep throaty laugh as she settles back on her husband’s lap.
Wood gives me a good-natured wink and Isaac playfully scolds him, “Watch it,” before ushering me away from the couple.
We walk over to the stove where Judah is stirring something in a big pot. It smells good. The girl with the platinum blond natural turns to me and wow, she has the prettiest green eyes. One thing is for certain, everyone in this group is attractive as hell.
“And last but not least, is Maddie.” She too hugs me. “It is nice to meet you Olivia.” She has an accent too, but it is not British, it is island-like.
“It’s nice to meet you too and your accent is beautiful.”
She gives me a warm and friendly smile in return. Isaac leads me back to the table and I sit down. “Would you like something to drink?” he asks. Before I can answer, Ivy pats me on the shoulder and pulls me up from my chair.
“We’ve got it Isaac,” is all she says as she takes my hand and leads me out of the kitchen into the spacious den. Maddie walks in with two bottles of wine with Zoe trailing behind her with wine glasses.
“So do you want white or red wine?” Ivy asks as she looks at me expectantly.
“Um…,” I say nervously. “I have only had red wine before and I really didn’t like it.”
It tasted…earthy.
While I am not a wine drinker, I do like to drink –Jack Daniels and Coke.
“Would you be okay with trying some white wine?” Zoe asks as she expertly uncorks a bottle and starts pouring the liquid into the wine glasses. “This is a pinot grigio – it is a dry wine with a little bit of sweetness to it. This particular brand has a slightly fruity taste.
Maddie, Ivy and Zoe pick up a wine glass and they all look at me, so I pick up the last glass sitting on the coffee table.
Zoe raises her glass. “A toast to getting to know the woman who has my brother all starry-eyed.”
I feel myself blush at what I think is a compliment.
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As we drink wine, we talk. I learn that Maddie is from Barbados and runs a swanky spa downtown – one of many that her family owns (a few in the US and more in the Caribbean at various resorts). I learn that Ivy is from Savannah, Georgia and owns her own florist shop and that Zoe is a civil engineer and works for her dad’s (and uncle’s) company – R&R Construction. I also learn that is where Charlie and Wood work as well.
As it turns out, I really like white wine. Before Ivy pours me a second glass, she asks me if I am staying the night with Isaac.
“He asked me to pack an overnight bag,” I say.
“And did you?”
I nod my head shyly.
She gives me a big smile.
“Then you can have all the wine you want!” She refills my glass.
“So what do you do Olivia?” Zoe asks taking a sip from her wine glass. I am almost afraid to tell them what I do for a living – they all are so successful. Don’t get me wrong, I am not ashamed of what I do – but as I mentioned earlier – most people think of my career as a hobby and not a real job. It makes me wonder if they will too.
I take a sip from my glass before speaking. “I am a jewelry designer. I am a designer for one of the bigger jewelry store chains and I have an on-line storefront where I sell my own jewelry line.”
“Really?” Maddie asks – seeming very interested. Zoe and Ivy look interested too.
I nod. “Yeah, my personal line is called Simply Simone.” Before I can continue, Zoe bolts from the sofa and leaves the room. I look after her and wonder what I said wrong. As quickly as she leaves, she is back – with an iPad in hand.
“Ok, what is your website?” she asks me eagerly as she sits back on the sofa between Maddie and Ivy.
I tell her. I am intrigued, happy and something else as they ‘ohh and ahh’ over my jewelry. I find myself smiling as I watch them pointing out what they want.
When Charlie walks in carrying a tray of something, Zoe asks for a credit card. Charlie places the tray on the coffee table in front of us. It’s an antipasto platter. He takes his wallet out of his back pocket, opens it and hands her a credit card.
“What are you buying?” he asks.
“Jewelry. Olivia is a jewelry designer and we are on her website; there are few pieces I have to have.”
My own friends, Jacqueline and Taylor, have never acted this way over my jewelry. They have always said they liked it or it was cute and to my knowledge, they have never purchased any of my pieces.
Charlie turns to me and gives me a wink. I giggle at his flirtatious behavior. Isaac then comes in with two more bottles of wine and a stack of small plates. I watch Isaac as he uncorks a bottle of wine. I offer him my glass for a refill because I really like this wine. He doesn’t say anything as he looks at me while pouring the delicious liquid. I take a sip while watching him as he refills the girls’ glasses that are on the coffee table. He comes back to stand beside me.
“You okay?” I nod my head absentmindedly, looking everywhere but at him because his crotch is like two feet in front of my face and all I can think about is the blowjob that I gave him earlier. I squeeze my thighs together remembering his gruff moans of pleasure. I have decided that hearing Isaac moan because of me is the sexiest sound ever.
He takes my wine glass from me and pulls me up from the sofa. Ivy starts to protest, but he cuts her off. “I’ll bring her back in a few minutes.”
Isaac leads me from the room, across the foyer and to a little alcove under the stairs. He backs me up against the wall, caging me in with his hands on either side of my head.
“Are you having a good time?” he asks rubbing his nose slightly against mine.
I smile up at him. “Yeah, I am. Your friends are great.”
“Yeah?”
I nod again, wishing he would kiss me already.
“Well, I think you’re great,” he says before he kisses me. It’s a teasing kiss as he is only giving me a taste of his tongue before retreating. I grasp his shirt at his waist, pulling him close, so close that I can feel something hard pressing into me – and it’s not his belt buckle. I moan into his mouth when he finally deepens the kiss at the same time pressing his hips into me.
“Your lips are so fucking soft,” he murmurs against my lips before fusing his lips with mine again. I lose track of time as we make-out like two horny teenagers. Heavy breathing, soft moans and gruff groans punctuate our kissing. We don’t stop until we hear someone going up the stairs and then stopping halfway up.
“You know Isaac - Judah told us that you have had Olivia all to yourself since Friday night. It’s our turn now. Stop mauling her and go finish cooking,” a female voice says playfully.
“That’s Zoe,” he says softly as he buries his face into the side of my neck, planting soft kisses there. “She can be a bit of a brat.”
I am surprised that I am not embarrassed at being caught making out. Isaac backs away from me and looks up, I am guessing at his sister.
“We’ll be there in a minute,” he says and I hear the footfalls going back down the stairs followed
by her giggles.
Five minutes later, I chug another glass of wine after I re-join the girls. Turns out, I am embarrassed, because Maddie, Zoe and Ivy are all giving me knowing looks. Ivy comes over and re-fills my glass and I resist the urge to chug it too. I am already feeling a bit buzzy, but that could be from kissing Isaac. Ivy sits down next to me and bumps me with her shoulder.
“No need to be embarrassed,” she says. “The more you hang around us; you are liable to catch more than just someone making out.”
I look at her wide-eyed over the rim of my wine glass.
She laughs softly, motioning her head in Zoe’s direction. “Judah walked in on her and Charlie fucking in the laundry room a few months ago. He swore he was blind for life. It took him a good two weeks before he was able to look at her without wanting to scratch his eyes out.”
“Oh! You are one to talk Ivy,” Maddie says in her beautiful accent. I reach over and get a plate, putting a few pieces of cheese and some olives on it. I sit back into the corner of the sofa, getting comfortable, my embarrassment leaving me.
“Did you forget that we all caught you and Wood fucking on the kitchen counter – just last week?” Maddie says smiling widely - her beautiful eyes glittering with mirth.
Ivy cackles. “My house – my kitchen counter – we’re allowed to fuck where we want.”
“We were in the next room – like four or five feet away!” Zoe laughs out as she pours herself another glass of wine.
Over the course of the next hour, I am thoroughly entertained. They are all full of colorful stories about each other – mostly involving sex. I find it fascinating that they have no problems discussing sex – which is new for me. I never talk sex with Jacqueline and Taylor. They can be a bit judgmental. It is refreshing to be able to discuss things you are curious about, have done or to seek advice/helpful hints without judgment.
That is what is happening now – we - meaning they - are discussing cock rings. It seems that while Zoe and Maddie are fans of cock rings, Ivy is not.
“So here I am,” Ivy explains to us, “Starting to panic, because my husband is starting to panic.”
She looks up at me, before continuing. Earlier, she placed a throw pillow on my lap and reclined on the sofa with her head on said throw pillow in said lap. Her almost empty wine glass rests on her stomach.
I don’t think this one has issues with personal space.
“I kept telling him that we needed to go to the emergency room because the cock ring wasn’t coming off. He absolutely refused. I used an entire bottle of lube trying to get if off and it wouldn’t budge. I really started to freak out when he said his cock was going numb, even though it was still hard as a rock.”
Maddie and Zoe are laughing behind their wine glasses and I look down at Ivy. It must have ended well because she doesn’t seem upset about it – it looks like she is trying not to laugh.
“So what did you do?” I ask her in a whisper.
I have no idea why I am whispering.
“I used a straight razor to cut it off,” she says matter-of-factly.
I jump and let out a loud squeak at the same time.
“He had the same reaction!” she exclaims loudly, starting to laugh. “He actually threatened my life if I cut him. This is the man who vowed to love me forever and he threatened me over his cock.”
She snorts before leaning up and finishes the little bit of wine in her glass before placing it on the coffee table. She then settles back on my lap, getting comfortable. That is when her husband, Wood, comes into the room, announcing that dinner is ready. He comes over to the sofa and looks down at us. I find myself blushing as I look at him because of the cock ring story.
“I apologize for my wife,” he says in his sexy British accent. He holds out his hand and Ivy takes it. He pulls her up and wraps his arms around her, bending his head slightly to kiss her neck. “She thinks that everyone is her own personal teddy bear.”
I giggle at that, because I realize that Ivy has been cuddled up with someone ever since Isaac and I came downstairs.
I rise from the sofa and I feel the effects of the wine. I might be a little bit drunk. As I follow everyone out of the room, I look back and see that we have consumed four bottles of wine.
No wonder!
Dinner is a fun and lively affair. The guys have prepared a great meal of stuffed pork chops, steamed mixed vegetables, homemade mac n’ cheese, homemade dinner rolls with homemade honey butter.
I enjoy the teasing and loving banter that all of them share as I eat and stuff myself with the good food. When I serve my Oreo truffles, everyone sings my praises and I find myself turning beet red at the compliments. After dessert, we move to retire to the theater room to watch a movie. I tell Isaac that I need to see about Chewy. He tells me that he fed Chewy before we all ate and he will go with me while Chewy does his ‘business’ in the back yard.
It takes Chewy less than three minutes to do his business before he scampers back into the house. I watch him trot out of the kitchen as Isaac locks the kitchen door and turns off the overhead light. There is soft lighting along the backsplash so the kitchen is not completely dark. Isaac approaches me, cupping my face in his big hands.
“Do you want to watch the movie?” he asks softly.
I shake my head, a slight smile forming on my lips.
“You want to go upstairs?”
I nod my head, as my smile gets bigger.
He gives me a smile in return before taking my hand and leading me out of the kitchen. Before we reach the stairs, I tug his hand, stopping him. He looks down at me.
“Should we get Chewy?” I whisper.
“Nah – he has six people to spoil him rotten, he will be okay. You saw the makeshift dog bed in the kitchen, right?”
I nod.
“Judah did that and knowing my brother he will bring it upstairs when he goes to bed so Chewy is not alone.”
I had watched Judah (and the rest of the guys) dote on my dog most of the evening and I know he is in good hands.
“Okay.”
We continue upstairs and once we reach his room, Isaac has me naked in no time.
Some fifteen minutes later, I find myself clutching the sheets as Isaac uses his tongue to make me unravel into a thousand pieces.
Chapter 6 – Shiver
Olivia – Early May
I’m late.
I was supposed to meet my boyfriend ten minutes ago for a late lunch and I am just now arriving at the restaurant.
Yes, I have a boyfriend.
And yes, it is Isaac – cue internal squeal.
Isaac and I have been an official couple since a few days after our first date. After spending the weekend with him and meeting his siblings and friends, he told me that he wanted to see me exclusively.
I pull into the parking lot of the restaurant. Since it is a little after 2pm, the lunch crowd has pretty much cleared out. I park next to his truck and flip down my visor mirror to make sure that I look okay. Today, I have the front of my braids pulled back with a pretty hair clip with the rest cascading over my shoulders and down my back. My makeup is light, consisting of eyeliner, mascara and my favorite flavored lip-gloss swiped across my lips. Satisfied with my appearance, I exit my car, smoothing down my long khaki skirt that I have paired with a peach off-the-shoulder blouse.
After entering the restaurant, I tell the hostess that I am meeting someone and she guesses that I am meeting Mr. Tall, Dark and Dayum.
Her words, not mine.
I chuckle at her because she is correct. She leads me to the outdoor seating area and Isaac looks up from his phone the instant we cross the threshold. I smile - it’s as if his internal radar is tuned to me and whenever I enter his atmosphere, he starts to seek me out.
I walk over to him, bypassing a few diners along the way who are finishing their meals. He stands up and greets me with a quick kiss on the lips; a quick kiss that I want to deepen, but don’t because of the public setting. He pulls ou
t my chair for me; I take my seat, still not used to this gesture. Yes, I know it is common etiquette, but I am still learning how to scoot, while he slides my chair back to the table at the same time.
It’s not easy.
“I am sorry, I’m late. My appointment ran longer than I thought it would.”
“Like I said before Liv, it’s okay.”
In addition to calling me Baby Girl, he also now calls me Liv – which I love!
I sent him a text when I left my appointment letting him know that I was running late, so that he wouldn’t worry. I smile at him again and lean in to steal a kiss. Kissing Isaac is one of my favorite new hobbies. I pull away before we both get carried away.
“So, if you don’t mind me asking, what kind of appointment did you have?” he asks before taking a sip from his water glass. Before I can respond, a waiter appears with another glass of water and sets in down in front of me, along with a small plate of limes. Isaac knows I like lime in my water.
“I had a Dr.’s appointment,” I say, ducking my head shyly while squeezing a lime into my water. I have been meaning to talk to Isaac about this appointment, but I didn’t know how to bring it up.
“Is everything okay?”
I nod before looking up at him. I can see the concern in his eyes and it makes me fall a little bit more for him.
“It was my annual checkup with my gynecologist.” I take a sip from my water glass, not sure how to bring up the next part, so I just blurt it out in sort of a rushed whisper. “I also started birth control.”
Birth control is something we haven’t really discussed. He once asked me if I was on the pill. I told him no and that was that.
He sits back in his chair and looks at me intently.
“Is that so?” Neither his voice nor his facial expression give away what he thinks of this information. One thing that I have learned about Isaac is that outside of the bedroom, he has a great poker face.
“So, are you on the pill now?”
I shake my head. “No, I decided to get the Depo Provera shot. I’ll get a shot every three months. My first one was today.”
“And how long before it becomes effective?”
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