She gives me a small smile and pulls me under the shower spray with her. I try to gauge her mood as she pours some body wash in her hands and then starts to soap my body.
“How was your walk?” I ask softly as she runs her soapy hands over my chest and shoulders.
“Good - I got a chance to clear my head and get rid of all that anger.”
She runs her still soapy hands down my right arm and starts soaping up my forearm, hand and fingers before continuing.
“I know you think I’m mad at you, but I’m not.” She finally looks up at me. “I am assuming that Claire told you what happened?”
I nod, not knowing if I should elaborate or not.
“I figured. The stuff that Jacqueline said about you is all in your past, so I have no reason to be mad at you. I’m mad that Jacqueline felt the need to throw it in my face. I have known for a while that she is not really a friend to me and tonight just confirmed it. I don’t know what I have done to her that makes her feel like it’s okay to always hurt and humiliate me.” She whispers that last part as her voice breaks.
I pull her into my arms and run my hands up and down her wet back as she cries. A while later and after the water is no longer hot; I quickly rinse us both off. I step out of the shower first, snagging a towel from the rack and securing it around my hips. I grab another towel and have it ready when Liv steps out. I wrap her in the big, fluffy towel.
“Thank you,” she says looking up at me. Her nose is red and her eyes are a little bit puffy from crying.
Back in the bedroom, we both dress for bed. I pull on a pair of sleep pants and I sit on the bed as I watch her apply lotion to her body before she puts on one of my t-shirts and a pair of short-shorts.
She comes over and sits beside me on the bed. I pull her close, tucking her under my arm.
“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry that all this happened,” I say softly. She is playing with my fingers and I feel an overwhelming need to show her how much I love her, because I feel that right now, words just won’t do. However, her stomach growling – loudly – interrupts that.
I pull back some and look down into her face, which is flushed with embarrassment.
“You hungry?” I ask, giving her a smile.
She just nods and gives me a small smile back. We make our way to the kitchen. Instead of going for the dish she made earlier for dinner, I go about making grilled cheese sandwiches for both of us. As we eat, I tell her about the abbreviated location shoot.
By the time we head back to the bedroom, it is just a little after 9pm, but neither of us seems to care that we are going to bed early. After brushing our teeth, we both slide into bed and settle on our sides facing each other.
“Baby Girl,” I say, cupping her chin and running my thumb over her plump bottom lips. “I love you. You know that, right?”
“I know,” is all she says.
It’s not exactly what I want to hear, but I will take it.
She leans in and gives me a slow kiss. When I go to deepen it, she pulls away and snuggles into my chest. I mentally sigh as I wrap my arms tight around her. I can tell when she finally drifts off to sleep because her body relaxes fully in my arms.
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Isaac
Something wakes me, but I am not sure what. Without opening my eyes, I reach for Liv. I slowly open my eyes when I encounter just the sheets. They are still warm so she hasn’t been gone long. I deduce that she is in the bathroom since I can see the motion sensor night light on in the bathroom. I allow myself to drift off to sleep knowing that she will be back in bed soon.
Something wakes me again. Liv is still not back. I am not sure how much time has passed, but she should be back by now. The motion sensor light is no longer on in the bathroom. I climb out of bed and head towards the bathroom.
“Liv,” I call out softly as I enter and it’s empty. I look back into the bedroom, the bedside clock letting me know it 2:37am. I make my way down the hallway. When I pass the spare bedroom, I don’t see Chewy in his bed. I feel a sense of unease wondering if she took Chewy for a walk.
Surely –not.
My unease lifts almost immediately when I hear noise coming from the kitchen. I make my way into the kitchen and see Liv at the table adding ingredients to a bowl before stirring. Chewy is fast asleep in his dog bed under the window.
“Liv?” I say as I stand in the doorway.
She looks up and gives me a tired smile.
“Hey, I hope my banging around in here didn’t wake you.”
“No – not at all. I woke up and you were gone. What’s going on?”
She shrugs her shoulders not looking at me.
“Nothing. I couldn’t sleep and I decided to do some baking.”
I leave the doorway and come fully into the kitchen, standing beside the table. I wait, because I know something is on her mind. I don’t have to wait long before she speaks.
“Have you had a threesome before?” she asks me quietly.
I silently curse Claire for telling Jacqueline her business and Jacqueline for telling Liv, because they are responsible for this question coming from Liv. This is definitely a can of worms.
“I’m just curious. I won’t get mad. I know you are very experienced and had a very colorful sex life before me.”
Yeah, that comment doesn’t make me feel like a man-whore at all.
“Liv, why are you doing this?”
She shrugs. “I want to know.”
We stand in silence for what seems like an eternity before I finally answer her.
“Yeah – I have.”
“Oh,” she says – as if she is surprised, which is odd since I was under the impression that this is one of things that Jacqueline told Liv about me.
She looks at me, down at the bowl and then back at me again before turning her attention back to stirring the bowl’s contents.
FUCK! I should have lied, but I don’t want to have any secrets between us.
I finally move towards her – intent on fixing this. I watch her pour melted butter into the bowl before she starts to stir vigorously.
“What are you making?” I ask.
“Cookies”
“What kind?”
“Peanut butter.”
Which are my favorite.
I watch her for a while. When she starts to spoon the dough onto the pan, I step behind her, wrap my arms around her and hold her as she continues to spoon cookie dough onto the pan. I am comforted in the fact that she is letting me hold her. When she starts to put the fork marks on the cookies, she speaks.
“Is that something you want still - a threesome? Am I enough? I love you, but even though I love you, I know I would never be able to share you with another woman. I’m sorry, but that is non-negotiable for me.”
I squeeze her tight in my arms, pissed that I am the cause of her feeling this way.
“Baby Girl, you are all that I want. I love you so much that sometimes I can’t even think straight. You are the only woman that I want – now and forever. You will never have to share me with another woman.”
Seconds tick by - then minutes as she continues to put the fork marks on the cookies. I release her from my hold when she leaves to place the pan in the oven. She comes back to me, wraps her arms around my mid-section and buries her head in my chest.
“You promise?” she asks softly.
“On my life,” I say as set her away from me so she can see my face as I say it.
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Isaac
I think we are both feeling a bit clingy today. When I wake up at 6:30am to get ready to go to the gym, Liv wakes up too (something she rarely does). As I get dressed, I watch her sit up and lean against the headboard as she watches me. I can’t keep my eyes off her either.
“I’m surprised you’re awake so early,” I say as I sit on the bed so I can put on my socks and shoes. She haphazardly wraps the sheet around herself and comes to sit beside me, leaning into m
e and resting her head on my shoulder.
I wrap my arm around her. “You okay?”
She nods her head against my shoulder and my heart clenches a little bit knowing that I after I leave, I won’t see her again until tonight. I wish I could spend the entire day with her, but I have a lot to do today at work. Before I have a chance to think about it, I speak.
“Do you have much work to do today?”
She shakes her head and looks up at me. “No - why?”
“How about you hanging out with me at work today? You can even bring Chewy. I have to stop by a few location shoots, make sure everything is going smoothly and then head back to the studio to do some edits.”
She says ‘yes’ without missing a beat.
“Yeah?” I smile down at her, stealing a quick kiss.
She nods back at me eagerly. “What time do I need to be ready?”
“I’ll come back here to get dressed for work - so if you are ready by 9:30am, that would be good. We can get breakfast on the way.”
She smiles at me and leans up for a kiss. I meet her halfway and deepen the kiss quickly. I press her back down on the bed and cover her with my body.
To hell with the gym today.
Chapter 10 – Love and Football
Olivia
I hate to sound like a cliché, but ever since the Jacqueline fiasco, Isaac and I have been closer. Everything we do now seems to have a deeper meaning.
The day after the Jacqueline fiasco, I spent the day with Isaac (well actually Chewy and I spent the day with him) and we had so much fun. I got to experience firsthand the inner workings of what goes into making a reality show.
Let me tell you – there is not much reality in it.
I still find myself smiling and my heart does a little stutter-step as I remember how Isaac introduced me as his girl and how he doted on me all day and the days after. I know he was feeling guilty about the information that I found out about him, but as I have told him (several times) – it doesn’t matter. It was in his past and it has no bearing on what we have now. As the days turned into weeks, I think he started to believe me as he lost the ‘sad-little boy-look’ in his eyes.
Right now, it’s the first Friday in September and everyone is at Isaac and Judah’s house. We are gathered in the theater room discussing the annual vacation that will be in November. Actually, they are discussing it - I am just listening. Isaac has already invited me and I readily accepted because I haven’t had a real vacation since my sister and I went to Hawaii three years ago.
So where are we going? Sonoma, California – aka wine country. The girls are discussing which wineries/vineyards they want to visit while the guys are discussing the two-day racing experience they signed up for. Apparently, they will spend two days at an area racing school learning to drive at break-neck speeds without crashing.
At 7pm, Zoe tells us girls that it is time to go. I snuggle closer to Isaac. I really don’t want to go. You see, tomorrow is the start of the college football season and the guys have this ritual where the night before the start, they spend it drinking and watching all the pre-game coverage on ESPN and other sports channels. Then tomorrow, they will watch football all day.
All damn day…
And every Saturday of the college football season, he and the guys will get together to watch every single football game being played. I know that is not possible, but that is how the girls explained it to me.
Isaac kisses my forehead and lightly pushes me towards his sister. I give him my best frowny face and get up in a huff. He quickly pulls me back and presses me back into the chair.
“I’m sorry,” he says, kissing my neck before whispering. “You know I will miss you tonight.”
Isaac and I pretty much sleep together every night now. This will be the first time in a while that we will sleep apart. He runs a big hand down my side before gripping my hip firmly – careful to keep it PG since everyone is still in the room.
“I love you,” he whispers before trailing kisses from my neck up to my mouth. We get lost in the kiss and only stop when a pillow hits the back of Isaac’s head.
“Dude – it’s just one night,” Charlie comments. “You two act like somebody is going off to war.”
Isaac smiles against my lips before standing and then helping me up. My face is hot with embarrassment as I rise on my tippy toes and give him a quick peck. “Love you too.”
We girls are heading to Zoe’s for a good old fashion pajama party where we will more than likely eat way too much junk food and drink way too much wine – which I will admit I am looking forward to.
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Olivia- Three weeks later
I glance at the bedside clock and back down to my sketchpad. I have been trying to sketch some jewelry designs and do my own thing ever since I arrived at Isaac’s house almost two hours ago. It’s Saturday night and the guys left about an hour ago, but my boyfriend is still in football mode; meaning that he is now watching the highlights from today’s games on ESPN.
I hung out with the girls today; which is our routine for Saturdays now. Sundays are football days too (NFL) but the guys are not as fanatic about those games as they are with the college games. Sundays, we all still hang out and have dinner together with the guys only occasionally watching a game or two. It’s almost 11pm and SportsCenter is about to end, which means I can fuck Isaac.
Forgive my language, but I have been horny all day.
When I hear the SportsCenter theme music, I know the show is ending. I toss my sketchpad and pencil on the floor by the bed and lie back, turn on my side and watch Isaac as he sits in the oversized recliner. The way he is sitting has me all hot and bothered. He’s slouched down with his legs spread wide. He has one hand resting on his six-pack abs and the other behind his head. All he has on is a pair of sleep pants. Even his bare feet are sexy to me now.
Any moment now, I am expecting him to turn off the TV and come to bed where I can have my wicked way with him. One minute passes –then two minutes – then three minutes and I realize another SportsCenter has started and it sounds like it is a repeat of the one he just watched.
I squint my eyes to make sure he is awake, because surely he would not re-watch something he just watched – right?
He’s wide-awake.
I huff and climb out of the bed, determined to lure him to the bed. I take off my pajama bottoms – leaving me in just my t-shirt and panties. For some reason Isaac finds me sexy in t-shirts and panties. I remove the hair band from my micro braids, bending over and shaking my head to give me a sexy look – I hope.
I want to look sexy, not homeless.
I also take off my socks to show off my new pedicure. Isaac likes it when I paint my toes a funky color. They are a bright turquoise blue this time. I walk over and stand beside his chair. He doesn’t even look at me, so I climb into his lap.
“Come on Liv,” he says instantly, sounding annoyed. “I’m trying to watch TV.” He tries to look around me because I am blocking his view of the TV.
I ignore him and start kissing him. It only takes him six seconds to forget SportsCenter and palm my ass - that is when I go in for the kill. I break the kiss and trail my lips along his scruffy jaw until I reach his ear. Isaac’s ears are very sensitive and whenever I play with them, it drives him crazy. Therefore, I lightly nip his ear lobe before whispering.
“Isaac.”
Nip.
“I want to play.”
Nip – light lick up the shell of his ear.
“Do you want to play with me?”
He bucks into me as I continue to molest his ear. His big hands travel from my ass to my back where he wraps his arms around me in a tight embrace.
He once told me he likes to get me riled up because that is when I get freaky. Well, I love getting him riled up because that is when he stops holding back. Most of the time when we make love, Isaac keeps a tight leash on himself. I know he holds back because he doesn’t want to hurt me.
But I like it when he loses control – which he has done a handful of times.
I grind down on the quickly growing bulge in his pants and I am caught off guard when he fists my hair and yanks my head back.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” he says before he brushes a soft kiss against my lips – a startling contrast to how tight he is fisting my hair. His hold on my hair stings a bit, but at the same time, it makes my pussy ache.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Isaac,” I respond - my voice sounding all breathy and moan-y. I grind down harder, trying to get some friction.
“Baby Girl,” he says, chuckling against my lips. “You know exactly what I am talking about.” He eases his grip on my hair some as he slowly kisses down my neck, lightly nipping the skin over my jugular as he releases my hair completely and helps me remove my t-shirt. His calloused fingertips trace down my spine and I let my head drop back, enjoying the feeling of being under his spell. His hands delve into the back of my panties, kneading my ass cheeks as he takes my nipple into his mouth.
“Isaac,” I moan as his ministrations to my nipple send a zing straight to my pussy. He effortlessly maneuvers us until I am the one sitting and he is kneeling between my legs. I lift my hips as he slides my panties down my legs. I watch, transfixed as he kisses down my right leg before placing it over the right arm of the recliner. He does this same with my left leg, but instead of placing it over the left arm of the chair; he places it over his shoulder.
I bite my tongue to keep from crying out when his mouth settles over my pussy. Whoever taught Isaac how to eat pussy should be given a million gold medals. He is down there for a while making me lose my mind. When my hips start to buck and my toes start to tingle with my approaching orgasm, he stops and stands up. I watch with rapt attention as he removes his sleep pants – his chocolate stick slapping against his hard stomach.
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