by Ana Lewin
“Bri, how do you know these people?” he asked, glaring at him now.
Instead of waiting for Bri to answer, he did. “We dated for three years before Bri moved to New York. We ran into each other in a shop just yesterday and she got to meet Olivia.”
This was probably one of the most awkward conversations he’d had since he and Bri had broken up, but for some reason it was easier to talk to her today than it had been yesterday. Today he was less mad at her betrayal, less hurt that she was getting married to someone else. He was fairly certain it had something to do with the small, gorgeous redhead by his side. As if to claim his territory, he moved his arm and draped it across her shoulders, tucking her up against his side. “You never mentioned that you’d seen your ex,” Brandon’s gaze was accusatory as he looked over at Bri, but Grant noticed the way he was occasionally glancing at Olivia. As if he wanted his very own younger woman to fuck. It made him pull her closer to his side again, her arms going to wrap around his bare waist.
“We only saw each other for a minute,” Grant stated, fine with stirring the pot but not wanting Brandon to make this into a big scene right here in the hotel hallway. “A quick set of hellos since we hadn’t seen each other in years.”
He didn’t look all too convinced, and this time Grant noticed the fiery jealousy in his eyes. Even after getting the girl, he was worried that she would leave him for greener pastures. He doubted Brandon had anything to worry about, though. Brianna didn’t much like pastures, as she’d stated many times during their relationship. Before the silence had stretched on long enough to be awkward, Olivia spoke in that cheerful tone that he was fairly certain was fake. “Well, I’m sorry we disturbed you, but I think we’ll be done for a while now. I don’t think I could take any more of this cock if I wanted to at this point,” she beamed up at him as he watched Brandon’s jaw drop. “We both need a shower though, so we’ll leave you two alone.”
As every one of Brandon’s emotions played out on his face, Brianna fumed over to the side. He couldn’t tell much about what she was feeling, but it was fairly obvious she was pissed. Not having any interest in being in the line of fire when her top blew off, he gave the two of them nods and then stepped back into the bedroom, closing the door behind them.
Footsteps retreated down the hallway after a few seconds, first one set and then the next. When they heard a door open and close down the hall, Olivia finally giggled and he snorted. “I can’t believe I said that,” she said, going back over to the bed and throwing herself on it. His shirt rode up on her, revealing her bare ass and pussy. “It was wildly inappropriate. And so rude. But something about her just rubs me the wrong way.”
“I think that has something to do with the fact that I dated her three years ago. You’re possessive of me. It’s cute. And for the record, that guy’s face when you said that will go down in history as one of the most hilarious things I’ve ever seen.”
Strolling over to the bed, he laid down behind her and pulled her back against him. She melted into the touch, their bodies molding together like it was meant to be. They just stayed like that, snuggled together, and talking about every topic under the sun, until both their stomachs grumbled and they realized it was far past time for lunch.
Chapter 8
Olivia
She was fairly certain she was on a cloud, even though the clouds had fled the sky in their little town, and sunlight beat down on the pavement. Grant’s hand rested warmly on her back, warning away any potential suitors as they walked down Main Street, through an abundance of independent shops and tiny cafes. The scent of rain still lingered in the air but the sun was drying everything out and they would no doubt be able to get back to the ranch tonight.
Although she was kind of disappointed about that, considering how it might pop the little bubble they were in.
Yesterday had been nothing short of spectacular. Except for lunch and dinner, they’d spent the whole day in bed with Grant taking her whenever they both felt up to another round. She’d lost count of the number of orgasms she’d had. After Brandon and Brianna had come over to tell them to knock off the noise they hadn’t heard anything from anyone again, but she wasn’t sure if that was because they’d actually quieted down or because everyone had just given up the fight. It’s not like it was her fault Grant could bring her to heaven and back with his cock. And they couldn’t stop the banging headboard.
“What are you thinking about? You have a sparkle in your eye,” Grant looked over at her with a smirk and she blushed.
“Yesterday,” she admitted quietly, glancing around them as if people would hear. But she shouldn’t have been worried. Downtown wasn’t that busy, with most people hopping from shop to shop quickly as if they were expecting the sky to open up and start raining on them again.
“Were you thinking more about the way I fucked you senseless or the way we were so loud the neighbors came over to yell at us twice?”
Her cheeks went even darker and she shrugged, leaning against his side. “It was a bit of both.”
That seemed to be the answer he’d been hoping for, the hand on her back sneaking down for just a second to grab a handful of her ass. When they came up to the door of the little diner than Grant had wanted to introduce her to, he removed his hand from her back in favor of opening the door for her, as much as she missed the touch.
It was a quaint diner — in New York City, it would have been considered themed or hipster, but here she imagined this is just how it was, and how it had always been. Mustard yellow booth seats and bar stools complimented the walls of the same color, and the floor was black and white checkered. Chrome was an accessory to everything, from the edges of the tables to the decor on the walls. Grant waved a greeting to a woman behind the counter and led her over to a booth in the corner. The table wasn’t close to anyone else in the diner except a group of rowdy men who looked to be about her age and potentially quite hungover. Or still drunk from the previous night. It was hard to tell for certain. “I’m just going to run to the washroom and I’ll be back,” Grant offered her a wide smile and strode off to the other side of the building, in the direction of a suitably old-fashioned ‘men’s room’ sign.
She took a look at the menu and saw it contained exactly what you would expect from a place like this. Breakfast was available all day, as were burgers and curly fries. Not much on the menu screamed ‘health-conscious’ but why should it? People didn’t come here to eat salad. People came here to eat a hearty meal and go home to be full for three days.
“Hey gorgeous, how are you doing on this fine morning?” the voice raised the little hairs on the back of her neck, and she glanced up from her menu to see one of the men from the other table half-sitting in the booth seat across from her.
Her breath caught in her chest as she looked back over her shoulder, not seeing Grant but catching sight of the group of men leering at her. “I’m doing fine,” she stated, not letting any hint of flirtation into her voice. “Just getting some breakfast with my boyfriend, that’s all.”
“That old guy is your boyfriend?” the man laughed, his chest heaving visibly and highlighting the fact that he did have muscles. Enough of them that if Grant didn’t come back from the men’s room soon he would be able to drag her away whether she wanted to be dragged or not. “Baby, come on. There’s no way he can keep up with someone as young as you in the bedroom. Let me give you a taste of what someone your own age can do for you.”
“How old are you then?” she blurted it out, eyes wild. She didn’t want to deny any of what he’d said in fear of angering him, but she couldn’t exactly agree to it either.
“I’m twenty-three, baby, how about you?” there was a smirk on his face as if he thought she was falling for his act hook, line, and sinker.
“I’m nineteen. I guess that doesn’t make you quite my age then,” she mumbled, glancing back over her shoulder.
This time Grant was coming towards them, an unreadable expression on his face. Her heart
started to calm in her chest as his presence soothed her. Or, at least, it did until the man across the table touched her with one of his grubby hands. “I’m closer to your age than he is,” this time he jerked his chin up in Grant’s direction, not caring that he was trying to steal his girl right in front of him. “How old is he, anyway? Come on, let me show you what I’ve got instead.”
“I’d appreciate it if you stopped harassing my girlfriend,” Grant’s tone was flat. “We’re just here for some breakfast.”
The man cocked an eyebrow and she noticed the piece of metal that was stabbed through it. An eyebrow piercing. This guy was trying really hard to be a badass. “I think it’s more up to the lady than you,” it sounded like he was expecting her to wave off Grant and go with him instead, even though she was sitting there nearly frozen in fear.
“I’d just like to have my breakfast with my boyfriend if that’s OK,” she said quietly, trying to remind herself of all the inconsiderate assholes she’d had to deal with in New York City. This guy was nothing. The only difference here was that instead of at a fancy gala with a security presence they were at a tiny diner in small-town Tennessee.
Smirk turning into a frown, the man slid out from the booth seat and stood up in front of her. This close to her he was intimidating, even if Grant was right beside her and largely blocking the other man’s access to her. “Fine, whatever you say. Frigid bitch.”
He turned around to head back to his table of friends, all of whom had been watching the exchange with interest. As if they were ready to jump in at any point in case of a brawl. She was just opening her mouth to say that they had to leave right now when the group of guys got up instead, roughhousing their way out the doors and spilling out onto the street. Olivia watched them until she couldn’t see them anymore, and only then did her ramrod straight spine finally relax. “Are you alright?” Grant asked gently, sliding into the booth seat beside her instead of sitting across from her.
His warm arm across her shoulders was comforting and may have been one of the only reasons she didn’t cry once the men were too far away to hear her. Leaning her head against him, she shrugged. “They didn’t do anything except talk. But thank you. For saving me. He was making me uncomfortable.”
“Thanks for going along with the ploy that you were my girlfriend, even though we haven’t made anything like that official yet,” when she glanced up at him, he looked sheepish. “I figured it would hold a little more weight in making him piss off than just saying you were the woman I slept with last night.”
Laughing, she shrugged. “I think I’m a little bit more than that too, though. We’ll have to talk about it later. Right now I’m starving.”
That was when the waitress came up to their table, apologizing profusely about the guys from before. Apparently they were frequent troublemakers in here, but they hadn’t done anything bad enough to warrant them getting officially kicked out for good. Grant had rolled his eyes at that but didn’t say anything out loud other than his order. Lucky for both of them — and probably for the men too, considering Grant’s dour mood — they made it through lunch without further incident and then were headed off back to the ranch.
***
Levi tipped his hat to her when she entered the barn, trailed by Grant who was still in his dour mood from earlier. It appeared that people hitting on her was not something that his possessiveness approved of. She couldn’t help but feel a little thrill at the idea that he wanted her all to himself. And the fact that he’d been just as liberal with the term ‘girlfriend’ as she’d been with ‘boyfriend’… well, it didn’t help with the fact that she was having fantasies of long-lasting love. Fantasies that could never happen because she doubted Grant could ever love someone as cosmopolitan and prissy as she was. At least, not for the long haul.
“Heard you two had quite the eventful few days,” Levi commented.
Her back immediately went straight as she looked over at him suspiciously. “What do you mean by that?” her voice may have been a bit higher-pitched than normal and Levi looked at her in confusion.
A hand gently grazed her back and she tried not to automatically look at Grant as he spoke. “Levi’s just talking about how we got stuck in town by the road flooding. Although I guess that may not seem eventful to you considering how full your schedule must be back in New York.”
Releasing a breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding in, she smiled in Levi’s direction. “Ah, yeah. I suppose that was eventful.”
Of course, trust her to assume Levi somehow knew about her and Grant fucking like animals for the past few days when all he was referring to was the weather. This was probably one of the many reasons her parents preferred that she didn’t speak at functions if the outcome would make or break their business dealings. Levi and Grant got to talking about some of the cows who had been spooked by the storm and she wandered off towards the pastures, jumping when her cell phone rang for the first time in two days. The call display told her it was Maeve, so she picked up after the first ring. “Good God, woman, can you learn how to answer your damn phone?” Maeve sounded both annoyed and worried on the other end of the line. “I’ve been calling you for two days and it kept going straight to voicemail. I thought you’d been kidnapped. I was a couple of hours away from coming to Tennessee to look for you, and you know as well as anyone that I would never do something like that.”
Chuckling, she waited until Maeve was done with her rant before she spoke. “I’m really sorry, but I haven’t had service in two days.”
“Were you camping out in the middle of nowhere or something? Maybe next time could you let me know first?”
“There was a storm. Cell service and power were pretty much completely out for two days, I’m not surprised you couldn’t get through. Grant and I couldn’t even get back to the ranch because the road was washed out.”
“Cell service was out for the whole town?” the shriek on the other end of the line barely sounded human, but Maeve’s voice came back when she registered the second thing that had been said. “So you two had to stay in a hotel together, huh?”
A grin slipped across her face and she looked around before sliding down to sit against one of the fences. “Not just the same hotel, the same hotel room. There was some kind of wedding going on, and they only had one room available. With one bed,” she was whispering conspiratorially but Maeve only snorted.
“Wow, so you got to sleep in the same bed together? You’ve got to make a move on this man, Liv. Do you need me to video chat with you and teach you how to flirt?”
Her grin widened as Maeve said exactly what she’d expected her to. Maeve would never believe they’d slept together unless she got a first-hand detailed account of what happened. So that was exactly what Olivia was going to give her. “I don’t think I need any help considering we had sex at least five times.”
Silence for a beat. Then another inhuman shriek. Olivia felt sorry for another within hearing distance of her best friend. “You are so, totally lying to me. There’s absolutely no way you’re not.”
“Is it so strange that I took your advice?”
“I don’t think you’ve ever in your life taken my advice, not once. Especially not when it comes to men and sex advice. Was it the best sex you’ve ever had? Actually, you know what, I know the answer. Steven was the worst. That makes Grant number one by default.”
“Even if I had more to reference back to, I think Grant would come out on top. He was amazing.”
She gave detail after detail until there was nothing left that she was willing to share. All their intimate moments she would keep to herself, close to her, instead of spreading them out into the world. Even if it was just to her best friend. And when Maeve was done gushing over how she’d finally done it, she hung up the phone and headed back in towards the house.
Chapter 9
Grant
His eyelids fluttered open to the glorious sight of Olivia, on her knees between his legs. She was still nake
d from the previous night, her nipples peaked and skin bumpy from the slight morning chill in the room. But she didn’t seem to be worried about that at all, focusing all her attention on his rock hard cock and how she was stroking it gently. “Oh good, you’re awake,” she murmured, grinning up at him. “I want you to come in my mouth.”
“Jesus Christ,” he cursed, his hands going down to wind through her red curls as she moved to take him into her mouth.
Over the past couple of weeks, since they’d started sleeping together, she’d gotten bolder. Asking for things that she wanted. Taking things that she wanted like she was right now. Being adorably demanding, as if she knew that he was literally incapable of not giving her what she wanted. It was making him even more attracted to her if that was even possible.
Her tongue stroked him as her fingers fondled his balls, making him jerk up with a groan. Olivia didn’t seem to mind, gagging but continuing with a look in her eyes that was almost begging him to fuck her mouth. Well, he wasn’t one to deny his princess what she wanted. Grip tightening on her hair he started thrusting up gently, careful not to force his cock too far down her throat. With her tongue and fingers still working their magic and the wet heat of her mouth on him it didn’t take long until he was choking out a warning. “Princess, get ready. I’m going to come.”
He shot down her throat and she swallowed it all greedily, popping off his cock when she was done and licking her lips. There was a grin gracing her lips that made him want to get himself hard again right away so that he could fuck her senseless but apparently, she had other plans. Hopping off the bed she grabbed her clothes from the dresser. Technically she still lived in the volunteer bedroom, but she’d spent every night since the storm here with him. After two weeks, her things had naturally migrated here. “I’ve got an early riding lesson with Levi today,” she explained, pulling on the tight pants that she wore riding. “But I wanted a good breakfast first.”
