Billionaire Bartender: A Second Chance Romance (The Buckeye Series)

by Henley, Jo

She hadn’t looked back when she left out the door to catch her cab, but left the goodbye as it was, a see you soon. On the way home she cursed the indention made by her wedding ring. So many years wasted. So many nights I could’ve kissed him good night. I let another one slip away from me. What am I doing? Oscar’s perfect. He’s funny, attentive, hard working, a regular Joe. Well . . . he’s sexier than any Joe I know. When am I going to wake up? When is he going to change into the troll that all men are? Don’t let him.

  Her ride over, Liz attempted to pay Jerry, the driver. She patted her hips, no pockets, no purse, no money. “I have cash in the house. I’ll be right back.”

  “No worries. Oscar’s good for it.” Jerry moved the gearshift from park to drive. “I’ll grab the fare next time I’m in the Buckeye for a drink. Have a good evening.” He waved driving off.

  She fumbled for her keys, but those too were in the house. “Thanks, Oscar. I survived a whole day without anything. Wonder if I even have any calls on my phone?” she said to herself and the night sky. Walking down the driveway to the guest house, she considered what would’ve happened if she’d let the entire day play out and stayed for Oscar to drive her home. Yes he’d be following me inside. I’m ready. I love him. “Do you hear that?” She inhaled the cool night air and twirled, hugging herself. “I love Oscar!”

  She turned sharply in the direction of the street. Is that his truck? She squinted. A breeze blew past and she could smell him standing next to her. “Oscar? No. It’s not him. I’m wearing his shirt.”

  “I love you too,” Oscar said, stepping out of the shadows of a tree in the yard.

  The couple entangled in lust. Their desire so strong, they fought to tear apart long enough for her to pull him inside. He slipped his hands up her blouse from behind and unbuttoned it as she opened the screen door.

  One twist of the wrist and the inner door was open. A twist of another and her bra was. Inside the doorway, he turned her in his arms and marveled at her bare chest.

  “Let me see yours.” She shimmied her shoulders, slipping off her bra and blouse.

  He crossed his arms and peeled off his shirt by the hem. It was her first real look at his full chest and he was worth the wait.

  “Damn,” she sighed, unable to contain her pleasure. She ran her fingers up his torso to his pecks, swirled her nails in his manly hair, then scratched them back down to the top of his waistband.

  He pulled her to him, their heated torsos fought as their chests heaved with arousal. “Are you sure?” He pressed against her, stretching his hands wide across her back.

  She wanted nothing more than this moment. This wasn’t just desire on a whim, she’d thought about this passage of time for months, dreamed of his touch, pleasured herself with the thought of him, and lost herself in the fantasy of what was happening right now. She needed to take him for real and for her own.

  Assuring him of her readiness, she dropped to her knees and nuzzled her face against his hard trapped member. One hand unbuttoned his jeans, while the other teased between his legs. She cupped his balls, and stroked back behind to his ass. He inhaled and held his breath until she ripped his pants open to free his cock.

  “Mmm.” She dragged her lips along his shaft from the base to the tip. “Still perfect,” she purred, wetting her lips with her tongue, she kissed ever so gently the tip of his cock. “Did you miss me?”

  “Oh, oh,” he shuddered.

  She folded her lips over him and sucked. The first taste fueled her desire, she opened wider and took him in further. She bobbed on his rod, enjoying every nudge on the back of her throat, but she wanted more. She yearned for his touch.

  He read her mind and lifted her up into his arms. “Let me.” He maneuvered his hand into her waistband, looking to tickle her wet pussy into a frenzy. He pushed his middle finger into the tender opening in her body.

  She fell forward and sucked on his collarbone, lingering with bliss at the final touch that was his own stroking within her body.

  He fingered her, working in and out. The faster he fondled, the tighter her pussy pulsed and the harder his cock stiffened.

  “Please, please,” she hissed, filling her hand with his cock and pulling. She rocked her pelvis on his fingers, pulled his cock in her hand and pleaded that they become one. “I need you. Now.”

  There was no need to ask twice. She ripped herself from him and stepped out of her clothes. He did the same. In seconds, she was backed up to the foot of her bed and sliding up backward to the headboard.

  Before he took her, he leaned over her waiting, heaving body and stopped to kiss her inner thigh. This kiss led to another kiss.

  She sat up on her elbows and peered down her torso as the man of her dreams slipped his tongue into the sweet folds of her pussy. He licked up and down. When the first flick of his tongue converged on her clit, she flexed her ass tight.

  “Did I find a button?” he teased, wiggling his tongue on the right spot.

  “Hmm, mmm, oh please,” she begged, holding back, but her juices flowed for him, giving away her excitement. He added a finger to his tease, slipping it in her swollen moistness. She moaned, gasping for breath. He looked between her breasts to her flushed face. She was his. He was going to take her in every way he could.

  Manipulating his digits he fingered her, while gently kissing her torso. She surrendered to his seduction, allowing her hands to fall to her sides. The more he probed, the tighter the sheets bunched in her grasp.

  “Um . . . Oh,” she moaned on the brink of orgasm.

  “Cum for me.” He thumbed her clit faster.

  “Right there! Oh—f—f—f.” She lifted her ass off the bed, rising with her orgasm. As it subsided, she relaxed back to the mattress. She rocked her head to the side, woozy with bliss, opened her eyes and remembered the man who was pleasuring her.

  “Come here!” she demanded with the crook of a finger. She was ready for seconds.

  Chapter Thirty Five

  He crawled his body up and over hers. His rock hard rod tapping on her pussy, he held his stance over her. It wasn’t enough for him to take her in lust, he desired to share their lovemaking. He looked down into her eyes, she squinted. Then her lips parted with a small intake of air.

  “Take me already.” She dragged her nails up his thighs to his waist and reached around to give his ass a nudge forward.

  “You really want this?” he teased, gyrating his pelvis over her.

  “Not if you don’t.” She playfully turned her head to the side.

  With a gentle caress on the cheek he tilted her focus back to him and slid his cock just inside her offering, wetting the tip with her slickness. She arched her back, adding a high pitch tone. He had read her mind, she wanted to be present with him in this moment.

  Flexing his pelvis forward, he inched in for more. She relaxed, caught in his spell, living her fantasy. Her hands went to her full breasts, squeezing them, pulsing with his rocking. He pulled back and out, then forward and in.

  “You’re pretty good at this,” she teased, wrapping her legs around his. This forced his thrusts to shorten, keeping his fullness in her tunnel.

  He fell to his elbows and squeezed her tight, fulfilling her every desire. Their chests rubbed together, stimulating her sensitive nipples. His slow seduction was working her into a second frenzy.

  In this position, her clit pulsed for an orgasm, but Liz held out. She wanted to savor Oscar all night. “My turn.” She bucked up and to the side. He fell out, she gasped at his withdrawal, but kept rolling until he was flat on his back.

  “I want to show you what I’m good at.” She rocked over him, keeping him ready, stretching out her seduction. This time he closed his eyes. “Uh, uh. Eyes up here.”

  “You feel so good. I’m so tempted.” He stared into the eyes of the woman that captured his heart, while dressed as a bumblebee. He marveled at the beauty offering herself to him.

  She flung herself down, plunging her chest on his. “Are you tempted fo
r this?” She kissed him gently on the lips. But her peck was only a divergence. She raised slightly, and sunk back onto his cock.

  “Ooohhhh,” he moaned, his lip quivering against her.

  She captured his lip and stretched it back as she righted herself up into a sitting position. Riding him slow at first, she buried him deep in her grasp. Her gentle grinding ramped up in speed, accepting him deeper and faster, she bounced with passion. Taking pleasure in her fantasy coming to life.

  “I can’t hold out. I need you.” He lunged up, holding her around the waist, careful not to stray his cock from her pussy. “Oh, Liz, oh Liz. Why did you wait so long to come to me?”

  “Don’t ask why. It’s time to come now.”

  He had to have her, hard and his way. He could see it in her eyes, she wanted him to take her too. He tipped her back. Their embrace broken, he took the opportunity to pull her into position on the bed. With her head just bending off the edge of the mattress, he spread his legs around her hips and plunged forward.

  She rested her legs on his shoulders, even though nothing else in her body was resting. Every ounce was climaxing together with Oscar. Pacing was over, he thrust with all his energy. In and out he rammed, fueling the fire for maximum explosion.

  “Damn, you’re so—”

  “I can’t—”

  “Oh, Liz—”

  “I—”

  “I—”

  He didn’t finish his sentence. His face wrenched, spreading an orgasmic smile across it. Riding with his excitement, Liz squeezed onto his cock and bubbled up an explosion of an orgasm herself. His cock shook, releasing a warm tidal wave of cum. He pulled out, shooting most of his joy between her legs.

  She convulsed, writhing on the bed, blissfully hoarding the tremors of subsiding waves pulsing through her.

  With a blink, her ecstasy diminished and she returned to the here and now. Oscar was still in his position, nuzzling pelvis to pelvis with her.

  She sat up on her elbows, grinned and didn’t notice the low back of the throat giggle escape from her lips. “Hmm, mmm.”

  “Hmm, mmm. To you too.”

  “Do I really make that sound?”

  “Let’s see.” He tilted her head by rubbing his nose up her jawline to her earlobe. Before kissing her, he blew in her ear. She shivered. He continued, with a lick, then a suck, then a full pucker kiss behind her ear.

  “Hmm, mmm.” She shook rolling away. “You win.”

  “And you’re sexy.”

  “So what now?” She marveled at the man she’d dreamed about and wondered if her fantasy would end here. If she’d wake up and regret her actions. Would he run now that his curiosity had been fulfilled? Her mouth dried up, her chest heaved as she worked herself up into a panic.

  “Liz!” He took her in his arms. Enveloping her in his space. “Shhh, I’m not leaving.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “I want to be here. Do you want me here?”

  “I don’t know what came over me. Maybe we rushed this too fast.”

  He laid down on the bed with her, settling her head on the pillow and spooning in behind her. “I’m here Liz. I’m real, in love, and not going anywhere.”

  “I love you too. My amazing bartender.” She drifted off to sleep in his embrace, confident that her dream with Oscar was just beginning.

  Chapter Thirty Six

  Waking not to the sound of an alarm, but to Oscar snoring next to her put a tickle in Liz’s tummy. It was one thing to have a sexual one night stand only to have your partner sneak out in the middle of the night. But to wake up next to the man you love was intoxicating on a whole other level. She watched his chest rise and fall as he slept and yearned for time to stand still. It didn’t, Liz’s phone on the nightstand rang, waking Oscar.

  “What time is it?” he asked.

  She scolded her phone, swiping the screen and ignoring the call. “It’s 7:30. Go back to sleep.”

  He folded one arm over his face. “You sure have a lot of sunshine in this place.”

  “I know, I should’ve warned you.” She kissed him on the shoulder and rolled on top of him. “Last night was amazing.”

  “Yes it was. You’re amazing.” Their naked bodies squirmed across each other. Their skin tingled, crawled even to start up some sensual friction again.

  “Maybe we could—” Liz kissed down his neck to his chest. Her phone rang again. “Damn!” She sat up on top of him.

  “I’ll get it,” Oscar said in a ‘honey I’m home’ voice. His arm stretched out to the phone on the nightstand faster than she could stop him. “It’s Chris.”

  “Ignore him.” She knocked her phone out of his hand, sending it tumbling to the ground. “I’m yours now.” She wriggled her hand under the covers, looking for a morning surprise. The phone rang again.

  “I’m not answering it.” She rolled over flat on the bed.

  “Please don’t.” Oscar sat up and kissed her on the forehead. “I’m going to get donuts.”

  “You’re leaving?”

  He caressed his fingertips counterclockwise around her nipples. “Stay here. Stay beautiful. I’ll be back in a jiffy and with the best donuts you’ll ever have.”

  I love Sunday morning donuts. And morning after sex donuts. So many donuts to love. She watched Oscar step into and pull his tight jeans up and over his firm ass. “I could go with you.”

  He shook his head and pulled his t-shirt on over his head. “I’ll be right back.”

  About a half hour later, she spied out the front window that Oscar had returned with a box of donuts.

  He was at the end of the drive. She opened the door to greet him, but her father met him first. Oh crap. Her heart sank. The man she hadn’t told her parents about was handing her dad a box of donuts and picking up the morning paper for him. She rushed out to join them.

  “Hi Honey,” her dad called out to her. He slapped Oscar on the back and Liz watched in a panic as he ushered him into the house.

  Why? Cause he has donuts? She picked up the pace in her step and rushed into her parents house. “Dad?”

  “Liz, look who’s here,” her dad said, taking a bite out of a maple glazed.

  “You know Oscar?” Liz turned to him for the answer.

  Oscar shrugged. “Been bringing Bill home for years. James has always been friendly.”

  “Morning, dear,” her mom Chloe said, entering the room. “Oscar who dragged you in this early?” Her mom surveyed Liz in her rushed outfit. “Help me with the coffee Liz.”

  She followed her mom in the kitchen, where she was greeted with the curious cat face her mom always gave her when she was trying to hide things from her. “I met Oscar at the Buckeye and he stayed over last night.”

  She didn’t have to worry about the “married woman talk” with her mom. They’d had several discussions after she’d filed for divorce and moved in. They were on the same page about her moving on with her love life as soon as possible.

  “He’s a real catch. I’d always hoped you two would meet.” Chloe picked up two coffee mugs and Liz followed her in the other room with the other two. “So Oscar, we finally get to grill you on what you do for a living.” She smiled.

  “Yes son. Bill says you bartend, but that’s no career. What do you do for a living?” James asked, handing his wife a donut.

  Yes. Thank you dad. Now I don’t have to ask him. Finished filling the mugs with coffee, Liz sat in the seat at the table next to Oscar and waited for his answer.

  Unfazed and even looking a little relieved, Oscar told the truth. “I do only tend bar at the Buckeye part time. I owe so much to Bob. My career is—”

  Liz was waiting on the edge of her seat for the rest of the sentence.

  “I have a few restaurants in town. Have you been to The Collector’s Diner or Gerald’s Steakhouse?”

  “I love that little diner,” Chloe said. “Every inch of the place is decorated with cute little collectables like bells, spoons, playing cards, doll furniture, and the most adora
ble teddy bears.”

  Oscar shook his head. “I know. The owner is a massive collector of everything. You should see her house.”

  “You said you owned the restaurant,” James said.

  “Sorry sir.” Oscar straightened himself in his seat. “I invest in people and their businesses. Technically we’re co-owners. But no matter how much money I invest, a place like the diner really belongs to the one with the original vision.”

  So that’s it. He smart with his money and helps people by investing in their businesses. Why have I been scared to ask him about this? “Mom, dad, I know you need to get ready for church, so I’m stealing Oscar away.”

  A short round of hugs and Liz pulled Oscar out of the house, leaving the rest of the donuts for the grandkids that would eventually show up to eat them.

  Chapter Thirty Seven

  “That wasn’t so bad,” Oscar said, taking Liz’s hand and swinging it in between them.

  “You had me scared there for a minute. When dad dragged you in the house. It hadn’t occurred to me that you’d know my parents.”

  “Ahh.” Oscar pointed to his temple. “Serving Bill drinks all these years was part of my master plan. I knew somehow it would lead me to you.”

  “You’re full of shit.” Liz’s face lit up with an idea. “Race you to the shower.” She took off running to her house with Oscar a step behind her.

  Stripping off their clothes as soon as they stepped inside, Liz and Oscar kicked off shoes and peeled out of clothing all the way to the bathroom. Liz reached the nozzle first, since Oscar’s tight jeans were harder to remove than her dress.

  Leaning in she turned on the water and crooked a finger for Oscar to join her as she backed into the streaming sprays. Water ran over her shoulders and drizzled down into her cleavage. She knocked her head back and wet her hair.

  He stepped in and shut the plexiglass shower door behind him. Pulling her in close, he held her allowing the water to pool between their torsos. “You are so beautiful.” He tilted her neck to the side and kissed it. He reached for her ass, the warm water bounced off her face, but only for a moment, before he maneuvered her against the tile wall.