by K. M. Scott
“No, I’m fine.”
A long lull followed my denial and then she said, “That’s good. I’d hate to hear you were under the weather.”
She stood there with that sweet look on her face, but I knew we couldn’t continue this for much longer. “Would you like to sit down?”
“Sure.”
We sat down on the very couch where I’d told Rachel I didn’t want to see her anymore. Then I’d been unsure how I felt about Olivia but wanted to explore whatever there was between us. Now I knew how I felt, but I couldn’t act on it.
She looked around like she needed to memorize my every inch of my home. “You have a really nice place.”
This was even worse than I’d imagined our first conversation after the other night would be. We’d spent some incredible time together, and now we sat there exchanging pleasantries like two people waiting for a bus or stuck in a waiting room at a doctor’s office.
“Olivia, what are you doing here?”
Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly and hung her head. “I guess I’m not too slick, am I? I want you to know it took every ounce of courage I possess to come here, so if you’re going to tell me you don’t even like me enough to talk to me other than at work, I’m not sure I can promise I’m going to handle it well.”
I touched my fingertip to her chin to force her to look at me. “I do like you, Olivia, and more than just to talk to you at work.”
That smile she so rarely gave me lit up her face. “That’s good. I mean, I’m not a fool. I know that the other night probably didn’t mean much to you. I know I’m not your usual type of woman you spend time with.”
She wasn’t wrong. My usual type didn’t look like her or act like her, but most of all, they didn’t make me feel much of anything. Not that caring about her was any good for either of us. I knew how this would end.
“You’re smart and fun, but it’s true. You aren’t my usual type.”
No sooner were the words out of my mouth had I realized I should have said something more romantic. What kind of woman wants to hear she’s smart when she’s comparing herself physically to other women?
My answer registered on her face in a frown, and she leapt to her feet. “I’m going to leave. This was a mistake. I’m sorry.”
I reached out to grab hold of her, but she slid out of my grasp and nearly ran away from me. Chasing after her, I caught her just as she opened the door. Pushing it closed, I tried to find the right words to say. “Don’t leave. It’s okay.”
Still facing the door, she said quietly, “No, it’s not okay. I thought that maybe if I came over here you wouldn’t want to avoid me anymore. I thought that maybe you liked me like I like you, but the only person doing the liking is me. It’s better if I go.”
Her voice was so full of sadness that I already regretted every mistake I’d made that had brought me to that point. I didn’t want to hurt her. I just couldn’t give her what she wanted.
“Olivia, turn around. I want to talk to you.”
She sighed and slowly turned around to face me. Staring up at me with big brown eyes so full of fear, she bit her lip nervously. “Okay.”
“I liked what happened the other night. I don’t want you to think I didn’t. But I’m not able to give you what you deserve.”
“And what’s that?” she asked, her tone defensive.
I struggled to find the right words but then just said the painful truth. “You deserve to be with a man who can at least promise you the future might include something long-term. I can’t do that. Not now, anyway.”
A look of relief came over her. “That’s what you thought? That I wanted you to profess your undying love and commit your life to me? I guess I really do have that good girl thing going on. Cash, I don’t expect anything exclusive.”
“You don’t?”
“No,” she said with a smile. “I just hoped we wouldn’t have just that one night. I’m not going to deny that I’m definitely attracted to you, and I think you’re attracted to me.”
She was trying to be brave, but I felt her body tremble. I saw it in her eyes too. She was afraid. Not of me, but at what I might say at any moment to crush all her bravado. I wouldn’t do that to her, though. Other women? Yeah. But not Olivia.
I leaned forward to trap her inside my arms. Sliding my thumb over her cheek, I smiled, liking how close we were. “I am definitely attracted to you. I have been since the first day you walked into the club.”
“Really?”
Nodding, I tucked her hair behind her ear and dipped my head. “Yeah. Then when Kane told me you’d reserved a room, I decided I’d be the one to be in there with you.”
Olivia looked up at me and grinned a sexy smile. “Oh. Was there someone else who was supposed to do that since you’re one of the owners, or do you often drop in on female members’ fantasies?”
I liked this woman. She was smart and sweet at the same time, and in my experience, those were hard to come by in someone. “Kane wanted to send in one of his guys. I didn’t think he was right for the job, though.”
“I see.” She arched one eyebrow and gave me a skeptical look. “I have to know something. Were you planning to ever sleep with me in that room?”
Shaking my head, I said, “No.”
“Oh. Even when I reserved a gold fantasy?”
I pressed my mouth to hers and kissed her. “No. You’re too good to fuck in some generic fantasy room.”
“So you did plan to sleep with me then?”
I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my lips. “No.”
The hurt was evident all over her face. Her dark eyes narrowed, as if she was in pain, and she said, “Then what the fuck am I doing here? Is this the icy cold Cash from the other night because if it is, he can go fuck…”
Before she said something we might both regret, I stopped her with a hard kiss, my tongue sliding into her mouth as I pushed my hips forward to let her know how excited she’d already gotten me. Her body melted into mine as all her anger and defensiveness faded away. Trailing my lips across her cheek, I gently sunk my teeth into her earlobe before I said, “As for what he can fuck, he’s already made his choice.”
There was nothing else to say. I wanted her, and I wasn’t going to wait or try to fight what I felt for her. I didn’t exactly know what I planned to do about all those reasons I shouldn’t continue this with Olivia, but I liked how she made me feel. As long as I kept her at arm’s length, we’d be fine.
Sliding my hands down her back, I cupped her gorgeous ass and picked her up to carry her over to the couch. I laid her down and eased my fingers under her dress and panties to find her pussy wet and waiting for me. She arched her back to give me a better angle, and I slipped one finger inside her. She was burning up, but I saw her wince as a second finger joined the first. “Is something wrong?”
“No. Just still a little sore,” she answered shyly, like she was embarrassed.
I lifted her dress and peeled off her panties. Bared to me, her pussy was perfect but a little too pink. I’d been a little too rough our first time. Looking up, I ran my tongue over her wet slit and gently sucked her clit between my lips. “I don’t want to hurt you, so we’re going to have to figure out a Plan B.”
“I’m fine. I’m sure once we get started, things will ease up a bit.”
“I’ve got a better idea.”
I spread her open with my fingers and lightly licked straight up the middle of her pussy. Olivia squirmed, but I knew it wasn’t because I was hurting her. Lifting my head, I asked, “What’s wrong?”
That gentle pink blush that told me when she was feeling bashful spread across her face. “I feel…just really exposed here in the middle of your living room in front of that big window…” Her voice trailed off as the blush deepened, but I knew it wasn’t my neighbors that concerned her.
Placing a tiny kiss on her clit, I said, “Your pussy is beautiful—pink and perfect and evidence that you’re a natural redhead. Th
ere’s no reason to be embarrassed.”
“I know, but I…” She stopped talking and bit her lip as I ran my finger down to her opening.
“Shhh. No more talking. The next sound I want to hear from your lips is you crying out in complete pleasure when I make you come all over my face. Understand?”
With a sly smile, she bit her lower lip and moaned, “Uh-huh.”
I lashed my tongue over her tender skin, first slowly and then faster as the tension built in her body, my fingers gently fucking her tight pussy. The sound of her tiny coos each time the tip of my tongue slid over her swollen clit made my cock harden until it stood like steel in my pants. I wanted to be inside her, but I could wait.
Her cunt tightened around my fingers, and she cried out my name, scratching my shoulders as her orgasm tore through her. I hadn’t gone down on a woman in years. That wasn’t part of my routine. I’d missed looking up and seeing pure pleasure wash over a woman’s face as my mouth took her over the edge into that place of oblivion, the feel of her hands urging me to stay between her legs as she screamed for more.
I slowed my tongue to suck her clit gently between my lips while her thighs trembled against the sides of my head, coaxing a second orgasm from her even more powerful than the first. So responsive to my mouth’s manipulations, she pulled the back of my head into her as she whimpered her pleas for me not to stop. Barely able to breathe except to take in her delicious scent, I stayed there as much for myself as for her.
When I finally sat back on my heels, she still had her eyes closed and that perfect orgasm expression all over her face. Of all the looks a woman could give, that was one of the best. Looking down at me, she gave me a tiny smile. “I don’t think I have any bones left. That was incredible, Cash.”
Running my hands up her legs, I licked my lips to taste her once again. “My pleasure.”
Her gaze traveled to my still rock hard cock, and she slid off the couch to join me on the floor. “Turnabout’s fair play, though. Don’t you think?”
I shrugged out of my shirt and pants and sat back down. “Definitely.”
She wrapped her hand around the base of my cock and slid her mouth over the tip, sending waves of pleasure rippling up and down my shaft. I closed my eyes and leaned back against the cushions as she worked to suck all of me into her mouth, her hands stroking the last few inches as she slid back up to the top to begin all over again.
My cock slid from her mouth, and I opened my eyes to see her looking up at me. “God, I want you inside me.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
She didn’t have to say it twice. I watched as she slipped out of her dress, and pointing to the bedroom, I told her where to find a condom and watched her jog into my room to get one. Fuck, she had a great body!
Returning with a pack of six, she dangled them in front of me as she sat down next to me. With a grin, she ripped one off and handed it to me. “Just in case one’s not enough.”
I slipped it on and pulled her onto my lap. “Planning on making sure I’m sore this time?”
“As I said, turnabout’s fair play.”
“Come here,” I said as I pulled her mouth toward mine. Sexy and sweet, I wanted to be inside her feeling her body clinging to me as I fucked her until both of us came harder than ever before. I positioned my cock at her opening, sliding the pad of my thumb over her eager pussy to her clit. Still wet from when my mouth had fucked her, she was ready for my cock.
She moved slowly, timid and fearful now that the full length of me began to slide into her. I fought the urge to lift my hips to thrust in balls deep knowing that I needed her to set the pace so I didn’t hurt her already sore body. Each inch more into her cunt felt better than the last until I was fully seated in her, and a soft whimper escaped her lips as we joined completely.
My thumb rubbed tiny circles on her clit while my hand on her waist kept her still, and she looked down at where my cock spread her wide open. “I was worried it might hurt, but it feels so fucking good. I can’t stand it. Please let me move.”
“Tell me what you want, Olivia.”
She tried to move, but my hand pressed hard against her hip stopped her. “I want to ride your cock. Please…”
“Your cunt’s so tight. I’m afraid I might hurt you.”
Olivia leaned toward me, capturing my lower lip in between her teeth. Biting gently, she moaned, “I don’t care. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
Lifting my hand from her hip, I cradled the back of her head and tugged her hair. “Ride my cock, baby. Let yourself go.”
She raised herself up on her knees slowly and lowered herself back down onto me, rolling her hips and arching her back. I watched her cunt swallow my cock, her lips spreading wide every time she took all of me inside her. Up and down, her body sent strings of sensation over my shaft, making me wish she’d move faster. I grabbed her hips hard and directed her fucking me, guiding the pace of our pleasure. She liked the feel of me controlling her, even as I pushed her faster and faster and risked the danger of hurting her. The feeling of my cock fucking her hard made me forget how easily she might bruise.
Her mouth pressed hard against mine, devouring my kiss as she begged me to give her what she so desperately wanted. My thighs ached from her slamming down on them, but I didn’t care. Each of us raced toward that one sublime point where our bodies would explode in release. We both panted and tugged at one another’s hair, forgetting anything else but the need to come.
“Oh, God…Cash…” she cried as her nails dragged across the back of my neck. “I’m so close…”
My mouth pressed to her face as her cheek skidded over my lips with every time she bucked up and down on my lap, I groaned, “Come for me. I want to feel that pretty cunt squeeze my cock when you come hard all over me.”
My voice rasped from panting, and Olivia moaned in my ear, “Harder…faster…it’s right there…”
I lifted my hips from the floor and rammed into her one last time and then she came, her body falling hard against mine as every inch of her shook from her orgasm. She didn’t stop riding me, though, and all it took was the feel of her cunt contracting around me again and again to take me over the edge.
We sat there still joined together for a long time recovering from the sweet torture we’d inflicted on one another. My fingers slowly moved up and down on her back feeling the light film of perspiration that covered her skin, and Olivia still clutched the back of my neck now less forcefully than just a few minutes before.
“I’m not going to be able to walk out of here,” she whispered in my ear. “I don’t think my legs work anymore.”
“You’ll just have to stay then.”
After the words came out of my mouth, I couldn’t believe I’d said that. I hadn’t offered to let a woman stay at my place for years, and there I was telling Olivia she’d have to.
She leaned back and gave me a skeptical look. “That’s the post fuck haze talking, Cash. I don’t expect you to set me up here. Just give me a few minutes to regain my ability to walk.”
I wanted to say even though I hadn’t meant she should move in I didn’t want her to go. I didn’t say it, though, preferring to stay silent instead of risking offering something I couldn’t give her.
Chapter Fourteen
Olivia
By the time I got home, it was nearly ten and Josie and Erin were waiting for me. Gossip knows no time limits, and sex gossip trumped even a good night’s sleep. Camped out on my doorstep, they sprang into action when they saw me hit the top of the stairs outside my apartment. As much as my legs were killing me and all I wanted to do was crawl into bed to hopefully have sexy dreams of Cash, I knew that would have to wait a little longer.
“Where have you been? We’ve been waiting here for nearly an hour. Remember we were supposed to all go out for drinks?” Josie asked as she scanned my frame looking for any clue as to my recent whereabouts.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t forget. The time just go
t away me, I guess.”
Erin narrowed her eyes to slits and stared directly into my eyes. “Olivia Lucas, you’re lying to us. What’s going on?”
I took my keys out and unlocked my door, readying myself for my friends’ inquisition since I hadn’t told them I’d even had sex with Cash yet. Stepping into my apartment, I made my way to the living room to sit down and rest my legs.
Josie and Erin followed silently and took their seats on my couch to hear my answer. I took a deep breath and just said it. “I had sex with Cash.”
“When?” Josie asked.
“Tonight?” Erin added.
“Yes, but the first time was Monday night.”
Josie crossed her arms. “You told us the fantasy thing didn’t pan out because he was out of work sick.”
“I lied. It didn’t work out like I planned. He didn’t show up so I marched myself downstairs to his office and demanded to know why he’d stood me up. One thing led to another, and before I knew it, we were on the conference room table having sex.”
“Shut the fuck up! And you kept this to yourself since Monday night?” Josie asked in amazement.
She knew me all too well. Normally, I would have told them everything, but something about how Cash and I got together that night made me hold back. I didn’t know if it was shame or fear that they’d ask about us ever getting together again when I knew full well he was avoiding me, but part of me couldn’t tell them if it had been just a one night thing.
“It’s no big deal. Two consenting adults having sex happens all the time,” I answered, trying to sound nonchalant.
“Don’t give me that bullshit, Liv. You like him. It is a big deal,” Josie said to show me she saw right through my lies.
Erin waved Josie’s developing interrogation aside. “Don’t give her a hard time. Liv, if you don’t want to give us the details, it’s okay. I mean, we never asked Josie about how it was with Sebastian.”
Josie’s expression twisted into one of disbelief that made me chuckle. “Are you kidding me? Was there any point at which you didn’t know how it was with him and me? It was the only time in my life that public displays of affection were the norm. We almost fucked a dozen times right in front of you two, so don’t give her any reason to keep hush hush about this thing with Cassian March.” Turning back to face me, she leveled her stare at me like the investigator she was. “Spill it or we’ll get it out of you one way or another.”
