His eyes are watery now, and I know that he means everything he just told me. He’s not faking anything. He couldn’t—that’s just not him. He’s the guy who’s always going to tell it to you straight. Well, unless his wife asks him not to. That he did that for me, kept our secret when it had to have been killing him, gets to me more than what he’s saying now.
He loves me. I know it. I’ve always known it. I thought that what I’d done and not done had been bigger than that love. I thought it had killed it. But, it didn’t. His love stayed strong enough to face my demons and his.
“You’re smiling.” So he is, too.
“Yeah. I was just thinking about how you really are a fairytale prince come to life.”
“Not yet.” He leans towards me. “I haven’t kissed the girl and woken her from her nightmare yet.”
“The girl would love a kiss.”
“So would the prince.”
He cups my face and kisses me softly. Just a sweet little kiss. That quickly turns into something more passionate as we pour our love into it. I don’t even care that the comforter has fallen as I try to climb onto his lap. I need to be closer. I need more of him. All of him.
He stops me, though. His eyes are so dark, they’re almost black. He wants me. But he stopped.
“You don’t want me?”
“I already told you I did. I also told you I’m trying to be respectful. We still have things to talk about and work on. Tonight is only for kisses.”
I sigh because I know he’s right. “Why do you have to be so sensible all the time?”
“It’s a curse.”
“It’s also hot. So, should we go downstairs and talk?”
“No. You should go back to sleep. I’ve got a few things to do. When you wake up, we can have our dinner and then talk if you’re up to it. There’s no rush. I’m not going anywhere, and I hope you aren’t either.”
“If you try to make me leave again, I’m handcuffing myself to the bed.” I can’t help it. I want my husband.
His eyes go even darker. “Ollie.”
“Yes, Luke?”
“You will pay for this, you know.”
“You’re the one who insists on being so honorable.”
“I am and I do. Let me tuck you back in.”
I laugh until I look down at the comforter. Which isn’t the one I picked out for us. He changed the sheets and comforter. I jump off the bed, not caring that I’m naked. He’s looking at me like I’m crazy.
“You had someone else here?”
“What? No. Never.”
“Where are the sheets and comforter I picked out?”
He gives me a look, and then walks into the closet. He comes back out with them in his arms. “I couldn’t sleep on them without you, okay? I had to go to the fucking store and buy whatever I could find at three in the morning. I still haven’t slept more than a few hours a night, but at least it’s better than not at all.”
“Oh.”
“That’s all you can say? Nice, Olivia, real nice. I love that you automatically assumed that I changed the bed so I could bring chicks here. I want you to think about two things, and then I’m leaving the room before I say something I’ll regret. One, we’re married. Not fucking or dating. Married. That means something to me. I’d never date a girl, much less sleep with her, while I was married to someone else. Second, even if I was that kind of guy, your sister lives here. You must really have a low opinion of me if you think I’d bring someone here with her in the house.”
“Luke. I’m sorry.”
He just waves me off and walks out. I sit on the bed and drop my head into my hands. Damn it. Why can’t we stop fighting? Maybe we aren’t supposed to be together. We can’t even have a conversation without fighting.
“Stop it,” Luke says as he walks back into the room. “Stop thinking that we can’t make this work. We can. We did. It’ll be different now because we’ve been through all this shit. It’ll be better. Get some sleep. I love you.”
“I love you, too. Thanks for coming back.”
“Right back atcha, honey.” He winks and then closes the door behind him. I climb beneath the covers and fall back to sleep.
Chapter 22
Olivia
I wake up from my nap and see that the sky is dark outside. My phone is still in the bathroom, so I have no idea what time it is. I get up and grab one of Luke’s shirts from the dresser. When I get my phone, I see that it’s after seven. I slept for almost three hours.
I go downstairs because I hear the TV, so I know that’s where Luke is. I stop in my tracks when I see him. He’s sitting on the couch in only his boxer briefs, watching baseball and folding clothes. My clothes.
“You didn’t have to wash my clothes.”
I startle him, and he drops the shirt in his hand. “You scared the shit out of me.”
“Sorry. I should’ve known you were too into your game to notice anything around you.”
“Yeah I was. And I know I didn’t have to wash your clothes. I also didn’t have to fill your car up and then move it over here. But I did that, too.” He pauses his game and smiles at me.
“You did that after I was bitchy and mean earlier? I’d say that deserves a special present from your wife.” I start walking towards him, swinging my hips a little.
“Kisses, Ollie, kisses.”
“You didn’t say where I had to kiss,” I tell him as I drop to my knees in front of him.
“Oh, God. How am I supposed to say no?”
“You aren’t.”
He jumps up onto the back of the couch. “I have to. Please get up. Please.”
I do as he asks. “Fine. I really am sorry about earlier, and I’ll be good tonight. Tomorrow all bets are off, though. I’m going to have your cock. Whether it’s in my mouth, or pussy, or both is up to you. But, I’m having it.”
“Both. That’s my answer. Definitely both.”
“I like your answer. You can come down off the couch now.”
He does with a laugh. “Are you ready for dinner?”
“Sure. Did you eat already?”
“Nope. I wanted to have dinner with my wife tonight.”
I reach out and touch his arm. “Luke! You should’ve woken me up.”
“You need your sleep more than I needed to eat. I’m fine. Really. Can you do something for me, though?”
“Sure. What do you need?”
“Can you put on some clothes? You look too good in my shirt.”
“Only if I can wear it to bed again later.”
“Deal. I’ll start making up our plates.”
I dress quickly in yoga pants and a tee, as well as a thong and a bra, because even though I want to seduce my husband, I promised to be good. I also move my clothes from the coffee table onto the chairs so we can eat while watching the game. After, I walk into the kitchen and jump up onto the island to watch him as he fixes our burgers. “So, do you always do housework in your briefs now?”
“With Rose here? That would be a no.”
“Just checking. Thanks for letting her stay here. You don’t know how much I appreciate it.”
“You don’t have to thank me. She’s a great kid. She’s going to kick ass at Harvard.”
“I’ll miss her, but it’s going to be so good for her.”
“I’ll miss her, too, but I...umm…I asked my mom if she could stay there this next week.” He runs his hand through his hair and looks nervous.
“Did you want to be alone with me in the house, Mr. Griffin?”
He smiles, then, and walks to me. “Why yes I did, Mrs. Griffin. I want to be alone with you all over our house.”
“Are you going to kiss me now?”
He doesn’t answer, just leans down and claims my lips. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. He has his hands on the counter and not on me. I want to pull them to me, but I know he’s struggling. I can feel him holding back, so I don’t push the boundaries he’s set.
Too soo
n he’s pulling away and places his head on my shoulder, breathing hard. “You need to eat. Can you set the table while I get the mac and cheese out?”
“I thought we’d eat on the coffee table so you could watch your game.”
“It’s your first night home. It should be special. I got candles and stuff.”
“Stuff?”
“Yes, stuff. Surprises.”
“That sounds very romantic, and I love that you want to do that, but I want to be normal tonight and just hang out in the living room, watching the game with you.”
“So romantic isn’t ‘normal’ for us? I’m not romantic?” He looks affronted, and I can’t help but laugh.
“You’re very romantic. Hell, you carry me everywhere, and if that’s not romantic, I don’t know what is. I meant that we used to have fun watching games and eating on coffee tables. We’ve been doing that since we were just friends and I want that back.”
“You want to be friends?”
“Yeah.” I make sure to look him in the eye as I speak. “Because we’re not right now, and I miss my friend just as much as I miss my lover.”
He finally lift his hands from the counter and pulls me into a hug. “Both are right here, Ollie. I’m here and I’m yours. All of me.”
“Thank you for giving me another chance.”
“A wise woman, who we both know, once told my sister-in-law that there’s no limit on chances when you’re in love.”
“I’m glad you believe that. Now finish my plate, please, while I take our drinks to the living room. This is your night, too, even more than mine.”
“Not more. Equally. I’m not going to keep turning you down when you want to watch sports with me, though.”
He kisses me on the nose and then picks me up off the island and places me on my feet. I swat him on the butt as I go to grab drinks from the fridge. I’m happy to see there’s Pepsi for me. Luke and Rose don’t drink it. I grab one for me and a beer for him. “See, this is romance. You got me Pepsi.”
“So no jewelry or flowers? I can just buy you Pepsi? Cool. Anniversaries are going to be so easy,” he says as he brings our plates to the living room.
“If you don’t already know that I don’t need flowers or jewelry, I don’t know what to tell you,” I say as I follow him.
“I knew. And you know I’m not just getting you Pepsi for our anniversaries.”
We settle next to each other on the couch, and I can’t resist being a little bad. “We have to spend money on presents? Darn.”
“You weren’t planning on buying me anything?”
“Nope.”
“Oh. Well, yeah, I forgot you don’t have money. It’s all good.”
He says that, but I can tell he’s disappointed. I have to let it go on just a little longer, though. “Our anniversary’s several months away. I’ll have money.”
“But you don’t want to buy me something?”
“I didn’t say I didn’t want to. I’m just not going to.”
“Oh.” Now I can tell his feelings are hurt. I have to stop, but I still want to tease him. I decide to inflict a different kind of torture.
“I was just planning on sucking your cock at various times throughout the day. But if you want something store bought, I can do that instead.”
I try to look as innocent as possible when I meet his eyes. Oh yeah. It’s there. He’s barely holding on. I promised to be good, but he wants me to be bad. I know it and so does Luke. He just needed a little more encouragement.
“I only have so much control.”
“I know.”
I turn away and take a bite of mac and cheese. I feel the shift before I see him move. My plate is back on the coffee table before I can even process that Luke’s taken it from me. I’m flat on the coach with him over me in seconds. My hands are pinned above me and he’s looking at me like I’m dinner.
“I need you. I can’t wait. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. Just do what you want. I need it, too.”
He pauses for just a moment and then he lets loose. His mouth isn’t sweet and tender. It’s hard and rough, with tongue and teeth involved. He lets go of my hands to rip my shirt off. I mean, literally. He just ripped it in half. My bra’s next, and I’m arching up as his mouth leaves mine to take my nipple.
I moan loud and it spurs him on. He’s pulling my pants and thong off as he bites my breasts. He’s leaving marks all over them and it’s so hot, I almost come right then and there. He knows it and smiles against my skin before biting again.
I want to take his briefs off, but he starts rubbing my clit and I forget all coherent thought as I rake my nails over his shoulders and back. When I’m dripping wet, Luke slides two fingers in me while using his thumb to continue rubbing where I need him to. I’m writhing now and saying things that make no sense to him or me.
He moves down my body, kissing as he goes. I have enough brain function still left to try and pull him back up. “No. For you. Tonight is for you.”
“This is for me, Ollie. I’ve missed the taste of you. I’m going to use my mouth to make you come hard, and then after I lick you clean on the outside, I’m going to put my cock in your wet pussy. It’s going to be hard and rough and about as unromantic as you can imagine. I can’t do sweet. You pushed me too far.”
“Yes. Oh God, yes. I want hard.”
He slides lower as I lay back against the arm of the couch. I watch him lift my legs over his shoulders. He looks at me as he takes his first lick, from the top of my mound down to my entrance. Then he attacks. His mouth and tongue are everywhere, coupling with his fingers to make me scream before I even come. Yes, I’m screaming. It’s so good. He’s so good. I can’t help it.
I start to beg because I’m climbing, but not fast enough. He’s holding me off. “Please, Luke, please. You know what to do.”
He hears the desperation in my voice and gives me what I want. His mouth covers my clit while his fingers start pumping in and out of me. My hands are in his hair, pulling as I watch him work me. He sucks hard and then bites down as his fingers hit the spot. That spot.
I shatter into a million pieces and then get put back together. I’m not just screaming now. I’m yelling and praying and just, yeah. Luke licks and kisses me until I come all the way down. He slides his fingers out and looks at me as he leans back and licks his lips while pulling his briefs down.
“Good girl. I know you’re ready for me down there. But are you ready for me?”
I nod. “More than ready.”
“Hold onto something, honey.”
That’s all the warning I get as he pushes my knees wide and then slams into me. I arch so high that I’m surprised I don’t break my back. He pulls out and slams back in. “Yeah. You missed my cock, didn’t you?”
I can’t answer. He’s moving in and out, faster and harder each time. I’m on some faraway planet until he stops moving. “Why are you stopping?”
“You didn’t answer me.”
“Yes, dammit. I missed your cock.”
He starts to move again. “Did you touch yourself?”
“Mm-hmm”
He pulls out then and starts stroking himself. “This is what I did. Every fucking night and then again in the morning. I fucked my hand while I thought of you.”
I slide my hand down my body and do what I know he wants me to. I show him what I did. “Every morning and night I fucked myself with my fingersand thought of you.”
He gives me that killer smile of his and then pushes my hand aside as he enters me again. He gets our rhythm going and within minutes I’m coming again. He comes hard right after me and collapses on top of me, still semi-hard inside of me.
“I’ll get off you in a second. I just can’t move yet.”
“Why are you getting off me when you’re still hard enough to stay inside of me?”
“Umm…can’t move. That kind of hinders the sexy times.”
I laugh and nuzzle his neck. “We do have all night.”<
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Luke
I wake up wrapped around Olivia, smiling as I remember last night. I made love to my wife all over our house. We ate after the first time because we both needed it, and cuddled while watching the rest of the game. By the time it was over, we were both more than ready for round two. I don’t even know how many times I came. There was slow and sweet, more fast and hard, plus the times she used her mouth on me. Best. Night. Ever. Seriously.
I know we were supposed to talk more, and I tried to be good, I really did. I’m glad she didn’t let me, though. We can talk today. Or tomorrow. It doesn’t really matter. I mean, yeah, I want to know why she kissed Blaine and whatever else happened. But we’re together, and that’s what’s really important.
I should let her sleep, but I’m so hard it hurts. I’ll let her sleep the rest of the day, if she needs to, but I need her now. I start kissing the back of her neck while I slide my hand between her legs. It takes a minute, but she wakes up on a moan and starts moving against my hand as I nibble my way down her spine.
I’m so into what I’m doing that I don’t notice her start to move until I’m on my back and she’s over me. “I need a ride.”
I smile big as I put my hands behind my head. “They’re free for you, so please climb on. Kisses are, too, just so you know.”
She gets a weird look on her face for a moment, but it passes, and she’s smiling again. Olivia doesn’t kiss me like I was expecting, though, so I stop her when she moves over my cock. She won’t look me in the eye and her smile is gone. She tries to move away but I hold her with one hand while I pull her head up so I can look in her eyes. I give her what I hope is a questioning look, and it seems to work. She starts talking.
“I-I got paid for a kiss.”
“What?” I involuntarily reel back a little. It’s out of shock and nothing else, but she starts to cry and pulls away before I’ve recovered enough to stop her. I reach for her, but she dodges me and runs from the room. Shit. Running with a raging hard on isn’t easy, but I have to stop her before she leaves. Because I know she’s leaving.
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