“Well, it’s the prettiest damn smile on the planet. We need to figure out how to keep this shit up.” Griffin winked at me before grabbing our shot glasses and handing me mine. “May the best of our past be the worst of our future.”
We downed the amber goodness. “Okay, take me home or lose me forever.” I flung my arms around his neck, kissing his cheek.
We said our goodbyes to Rhonda and hopped back onto Griffin’s Harley.
“Can I drive?” I chirped in his ear as the engine roared to life.
He shook his head. “Next time, not after a night of drinking.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “I ain’t drunk.”
He laughed. “I promise I will let you drive another time.”
“Fine.” I gave in, wrapping my arms around his broad body and breathing in the faint smell of whiskey and cologne mixing on his shirt.
Chapter 10
Griffin
Having Olive’s arms wrapped around me as we rode in the still night air was perfect. I damned the fact that we were so close to her place—I really didn’t want the night to end. Pulling into the parking lot, sadness settled in deep.
“Well, I guess this is goodnight.” I knocked out the kickstand with the toe of my boot and waited for her to get off the bike.
“You know, I have a couch…that way you don’t have to try to find a place to crash this late at night.” She handed me my helmet and I got up from my seat.
“You don’t mind?” I knew if I stayed on her couch, I would get to see her again in the morning, and that sounded pretty appealing.
“Come on. It just makes more sense this way.” She grabbed my hand and led me into the dark garage.
“Holy hell! Is that a Mach 1?” I stood in awe at the gorgeous Mustang that sat in the back of the garage. The layer of dust on it proved that it had been all but forgotten until that moment.
“Yeah, it is.” Liv walked over to it, running her finger over the fender. “It was the last car my dad and I worked on together.”
I could hear her voice shake as she stood there staring at the beautiful display of American muscle. When I put my hand on her shoulder, she shook her head, staring down at the floor before she continued, “It just didn’t feel right. I needed for it to be left exactly how he left it. It just made more sense that way. Ya know?”
I tucked her small frame into my side, trying to be as comforting as possible. “But, don’t you think he’d want you to finish it?”
She nodded, leaning her head onto my chest. “Probably. My dad was like that. He wouldn’t want me to hold back on something on his account ever. He wanted me to really take life by the horns. That’s why I started the shop right when I graduated mechanic school. Everyone thought that I was crazy for it, but I poured all of my trust fund into starting this business.”
“Even your stepmom? What happened to her?” I knew I might have been prying a little too much, but the whiskey was steering the conversation at that point.
“I see her from time to time. We started drifting apart after I graduated school and her obligation was over. She only had to take care of me for a few years until I was out of the house, and then I was not her problem anymore.”
I pulled her in tighter, kissing the top of her head. “I can’t imagine that you were ever anyone’s problem.”
She took in a deep breath. “Well, I felt like I was a reminder that her husband died. I wasn’t her kid, and my mom sure as shit didn’t want anything to do with me or him. She was good to me, don’t get me wrong. Maybe it was more me pushing her away. I don’t really know. But, Shaw’s my family now. It’s him and me against the world, or at least this small town or whatever…I don’t know what I’m saying anymore.” She threw her hands over her face as tears started to cascade down her cheeks. The sight broke my heart. I needed to make her feel better, needed to do something, and the only thing I could think of was to spin her around in my arms and kiss her. It was a soft, sweet, simple kiss.
She pulled away quickly. “I don’t know…” She bit her lip.
“Sorry.” I dug my hands into my pockets, taking a few steps back until I was leaning against the old car.
“No. Fuck.” She grabbed my shirt, pulling me down to her. Olive’s lips crashed into mine as I grabbed her hair, and I pulled her into me as closely as I could get her. I was hungry to taste her, know her, feel her. A low moan escaped from the back of her throat as her tongue started to explore my mouth.
Her fingers started to fumble with my belt as I pulled at the bottom of her blouse. After my belt and jeans were unfastened, I lifted her shirt up over her head and saw a thin layer of unlined lace covered her plump breasts. Right as I started to run my fingers over the delicate fabric, Olive dropped to her knees. She tugged at my pants and boxers until they were around my ankles.
Slowly, she started to lick and suck on the head of my dick as her hand slid up and down the shaft. It had been so long since a chick had gone down on me, I could barely control myself. Watching her head bob and listening to her slurp and moan, I had to think about dead babies and saggy granny boobs to keep from busting too early. It didn’t help that we hadn’t talked about any of this shit beforehand, and I didn’t know if she found it disgusting when a dude came from oral. My mind was swimming as my body started to shake against the car.
Grabbing her shoulder, I brought her back to her feet. A look of confusion met me as I ripped off my shirt before fumbling with the button on her jeans. “Was I not good?” Her lips were pouty as her eyes searched mine.
I grabbed both sides of her face, kissing her lips. “You’re too good at that, Liv.”
Kicking off my boots, I finished taking off my jeans as Olive followed suit. I grabbed a condom out of my wallet and she took it from me. Ripping the package with her teeth, Olive slid the rubber down over my cock tenderly.
I took her in my arms, throwing her against the hood of the Mach 1 as I rubbed the head of my dick over her slick lips. Her body started to shudder just from the simple play.
“Like that babe?” I breathed, kissing along her jawline as her head started to roll back a bit.
“Mmmmmm, so much.” She breathed heavily, her nails digging into my back a little rougher than I was used to.
No pain, no gain, I repeated to myself a few times.
As I pushed gradually into her, I couldn’t believe how fucking tight she was. I’d thought the blow job had made it hard to control myself, but her pussy was almost my immediate undoing.
“Holy fuck.” I growled into her shoulder as ecstasy started to take over. “You’re so damn tight.”
She bit down on my neck before purring, “Your dick feels amazing.”
I let myself keep with a slow pace, thrusting a little farther in each time. My fingers dug into her hips while her nails raked over my back.
“Fuck me harder,” she demanded.
“As you wish.” I groaned, thrusting into her as hard and as deep as I could. As I quickened my pace, she started to cry out, calling my name as her voice got louder.
Grabbing my hand, Olive placed it on her neck. “Choke me.”
I did as she asked, but I was nervous as fuck to hurt her. I put the slightest bit of pressure on her throat as her head rolled back.
“You’re not going to break me, Griff.” She pushed my hand down firmer on her slender throat.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I confessed, lightening my grip.
“I will let you know if you’re hurting me, but trust me, you won’t.” She wrapped her legs around me, her heels digging into my ass.
I grabbed her throat, panting as I picked up my pace. “Is that what you like, baby?”
A low rumble came from the back of her throat as she responded. “Fuck yes! Don’t stop. I’m about to come.”
Right as her words left her lips, I crashed mine to them. Her pussy tightened and pulsed around my dick as we rode out our climaxes together.
Out of breath, I held her body to mine
. “That was incredible,” I said with a sigh.
“Holy fuck.” She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, pushing her bangs off to one side. Her chest was heaving as she stood there in my arms, naked against the car. The moonlight silhouetted her petite frame, and it was the most gorgeous sight I had ever seen in my life.
I reluctantly let her go to gather our clothing from the floor. “Here you are, love.” I piled up her clothes on the hood of the car before putting my jeans back on.
After we were somewhat dressed, Olive took my hand. “Now let’s see how you do in a shower.”
Chapter 11
Olive
I didn’t want to think about how strange this entire thing was as I led Griffin up to my apartment. It all just felt too right to even worry about.
We tiptoed through the living room, past a snoring Otis, and into my bathroom. I put my finger over my lips, whispering, “The walls are thin. Let’s try not to wake Shaw up.”
He nodded as he started the shower. “Deal.”
We stripped down as the steam started to billow up over the shower curtain. In the bright light, I could see every chiseled muscle on his body, and I was instantly dripping wet. Between his rippling abs, his bulging biceps, and the exquisite ink that decorated them, I couldn’t help but feel inferior.
“You’re gorgeous.” He growled, pulling my body to his.
I kissed his chest. “I think you’re prettier than me,” I joked with a little giggle.
He shook his head. “You’re perfect.”
Letting my fingers trail down his scar, I looked up into his panty-melting baby blues. “I could say the same thing about you.”
His lips drifted over mine and I pulled him in close. I was drunk with lust as I drank in the passion he poured into every caress. Pulling me up into his arms, Griffin carried me into the shower.
As the hot water cascaded down our bodies, he held me against the cool tile wall. My fingers rolled through his damp hair as we hungrily made out.
“Put your legs down.” Griffin helped me get steady on my feet before kneeling down. His hands ran over my sides as he kissed my throbbing clit.
I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself as my knees started to get weak. His tongue explored me while his nails dug into my ass.
“You have the sweetest pussy.” He moaned before thrusting his tongue into me.
“Oh fuck,” I muttered as an orgasm came on without warning. My hips bucked as I grinded against his face.
“Did you just come for me baby?” he asked, looking up at me as he took two fingers and plunged them into my soaking cunt.
I nodded. “That was amazing.”
“So. Goddamn. Hot,” he stated as he got to his feet.
My fingertips glided over the head of his dick as the slightest bit of pre-come escaped. Wrapping my leg around his sides, I positioned him right over my opening, but he stopped me from going further.
“Let me grab another condom,” he whispered into my ear as my head fell onto his shoulder.
“Don’t.” I stopped him before he could take one step away.
He grabbed the sides of my face. “You’ve been drinking. I don’t want you to regret any of this in the morning.”
I crushed my lips to his. “I’ve only been with two people ever, and I know I am clean. I trust you if you say I can.”
A low growl came from the back of his throat. “Are you sure?”
“Fuck me, Griff. Dammit!” I cried.
He filled me so quickly I gasped. He hooked his arm under my ass, pulling me up for him to get as deep as he could as he pumped harder and faster into me.
“Holy shit,” he whispered as his teeth sank down into the nape of my neck.
“Bite me harder,” I commanded, and he listened right away. My back arched as shivers ran up and down my spine.
“You like it rough, babe?” His words barely broke through my euphoria.
“Yes!” I cried as he bit down harder and sucked on my collarbone a little.
“Fuck, babe…I’m about to come.”
I put my hand on his chest, pushing him away. “I want to taste it.”
He set me down and I grabbed his dick, getting down onto my knees. I worked his shaft as I sucked on the tip, and his entire body started to shake as his fingers knotted into my hair. Right as his cock started to twitch in my hand, I took it into my mouth, letting hot come shoot into the back of my throat. Looking up, I locked my eyes with his as a love-drunk smile danced across his lips.
“That was fucking hot as hell.” He grabbed my upper arm to help me up.
I gargled some water, spitting it out next to the drain. “I’m glad you think so.” I gave him a satisfied smirk as I poured shampoo into my hand.
“Here, let me.” He grabbed my hand, smearing the soap onto his own. He massaged my head as the suds started to lather.
“Oh, crap. This is almost as amazing as the sex was.”
After Griffin and I washed each other, we toweled off and crawled into my bed. He tucked me into his side, holding me firmly against him.
“This was nothing like how I expected this day to go,” he admitted.
“Just the sex, or the whole thing?” I rolled over in his arms to look at him.
He brushed my wet hair behind my ear. “All of it turned out way better than I expected.”
Chapter 12
Griffin
Lying in my arms, Olive started to roll her fingers over my skin, tracing the delicate lines and light colors that made up the sleeve that covered my right arm. She rotated her head around to look up at me.
“What are the meanings behind this?”
Shifting to get more comfortable, I sighed. “I just thought they were cool.”
She narrowed her gaze. “That’s it? I thought people got ink because it painted a picture of their life story with tons of meaning and thought behind the artwork.”
I shrugged. “I’m sure I am not the norm when it comes to this.”
“I am coming to find out there is nothing normal about you at all.” She laced her fingers in mine.
“I seriously just thought it was badass to be a boxer with a sleeve of tattoos, and then it kind of escalated to all the rest that I have. I felt like it made me look the part and would help distract people from the giant scar running down my middle.”
“I get that.”
I took our interlocked hands, running the back of her hand down the top of my scar. “That’s the only mark on my body that actually means something to me, but it was getting hard when all the interviewers wanted to talk about was how I got it.”
Olive sat up, crossing her legs as she looked down at me. She rested her hand on my scar as I rolled my fingers over the soft skin of her inner thigh. “That does sound a little frustrating.”
I shrugged. “It’s just part of my life.”
“I like that you’re honest about it, not trying to feed me some bullshit sob story or something like that.”
“I’m just me.” I knotted my fingers into her hair to pull her down to me. Kissing her, I exhaled and said, “I’m always gonna be honest. There’s no point in lying, especially to you.”
Her head went to one side. “I appreciate that, and I promise you the same.”
The faint light from sunrise was starting to peek through the window in Olive’s room. Lying with her softly snoring in my arms, I couldn’t bear the thought of waking her up. Gingerly, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand to see that it was just before seven. I was supposed to be in the gym in less than an hour, but there was no way that was going to happen. I hated the thought of driving the two and a half hours back to Queens—not because I minded the drive, but because it meant I was going to be that far away from Olive.
I rattled off a quick text to my coach.
Me: Gonna take the morning off today.
Omar: Get your sorry ass out of bed. I am ringing your doorbell with coffee in hand.
Me: I’m outside of Albany.
Omar: What the fuck are you doing all the way up there?
Me: I’ll explain later.
Omar: I better see your ass jumping rope by noon today.
Me: I’ll be there.
“Morning.” Olive stretched and yawned, pulling the covers up over her bare chest.
I kissed her cheek. “Good morning, beautiful. How’d you sleep?”
“Too well. What time is it?”
“Just about seven.”
She groaned. “I have to open the shop.”
I rubbed my sleepy eyes before pulling her closer to me. “Not yet.”
She shook her head. “No. I have to get up. Otis is going to start crying and will wake Shaw up. That’s the last thing we want.”
I reluctantly let go as she shoved up from the bed, yanking her Otters shirt over her head.
“Do you want me to sneak out?” It hurt that Olive didn’t want her roommate to know I was there.
She spun around to look at me, one foot in her bathroom. “That’s not it at all. Shaw is just a jerk if he gets woken up, and I am in no mood to deal with a flaming diva this early in the morning. You get to leave, I have to live with him.”
I relaxed a little against her headboard as she disappeared into her bathroom for a few seconds. Making her way back into the room, she handed me two Advil and a cup of water.
“Thanks.”
“We drank a lot of whiskey and beer last night on empty stomachs. Not smart.” She rubbed her temple.
I chugged down the water and medicine. “Totally worth the hangover.”
She leaned into me, kissing me quickly. “I totally agree.”
“So, what now?” I asked.
She shrugged. “I don’t know. Are you still down for the hockey game?”
I ran my hand over my face as a yawn took over. “Yeah, of course. I have a fight tomorrow in Jersey and other than gym time, I am free as a bird.”
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