by Doyle, S
The meeting went as I expected it. Management started out telling me how I could have done a thousand other things rather than blowing the well. I told them they didn’t know shit about shit.
Then things got heated.
Until Olivia stepped in. She was strong, smart and armed with facts that no one in the room could dispute. She actually did what I joked about with Cal. Convinced an entire room of senior management as well as the CEO that not only I had done the right thing, I’d most likely saved the other wells, including the rig itself.
“So you can see, gentlemen,” she said in conclusion to her presentation. “Really you should be thanking Noah. Sorry, Ark.”
No, she didn’t call me Ark. She called me Noah. And when I was deep inside her later tonight, she was going to be screaming my name again.
I glanced around the room and I could see it. In their faces, in the way they looked at her. I wasn’t the only one who wanted to fuck her, but I was the only one who was going to have the privilege to do it.
Frank looked at me. “And the other wells?”
“Kurt’s at top capacity. Fred, I might be able to get a little more out of if I change up a few things. Bridge…not so sure. And there is always the potential for another well. I’ve started drawing up some plans.”
I hadn’t brought them with me. Other than Olivia, they wouldn’t know what they were looking at. These guys were the suits. The money men. And there was no tie in the world that would ever make me fit in with them.
Olivia did. She slid right into this world. She could speak both my language and their language, which made her a dual threat. She once told me she wanted to change the culture from within. I thought the idea was crazy.
Now, seeing her in this environment, I could see how she could do it.
One thing I knew for certain. There were bigger things in her future than just running inspections at Hope’s Point.
She took the job because she wanted to learn from the best. I was a stepping stone for her. Another move to make for her to climb that ladder a little higher. I could see that now.
It gave me something else to consider. What happened if I did try to go down this road with her, and she left me behind when she was ready to move on?
“Okay, I think that’s all we can do for now,” Frank said. “Dave, you’ll send the meeting minutes out and we’ll call it a day.”
I looked at the clock above the wall. It was nearly six. Six hours spent telling them so sad, too bad. The earth was a fickle bitch. Now, the day was over and my time with Olivia started.
I tried not to look too anxious.
We made our way out of the building to her truck. She drove again, which I actually didn’t hate as much as I thought I would. She was a competent driver, and while she had her eyes on the road, I had my eyes on her.
“So where do you want to go for dinner?” she asked.
“You pick.”
“There is a steak place not too far from where I live.”
That was good. It meant we would be at her place not long after we finished eating.
“Sounds good.” It was going to feel even better when I was sliding my dick inside her.
“Do you mind if we stop at my place first? I would like to get out of my corporate getup.”
Me and Olivia in her house together. Where she was going to get undressed. That probably wasn’t going to end with dinner out.
“Sure,” I said. Then my eye caught something on the side of the road. “Hey, pull over there.”
She looked over at where I was pointing. It was strip mall that had both an urgent-care facility and a drug store.
“Noah, I can handle—”
“No,” I said. “My responsibility. You need to let me do this. No arguments, Olivia.”
She parked and I hit the urgent care for the day-after pill then the pharmacy for not one, not two, but three boxes of condoms. The guy at the counter looked a little jealous and he probably should have been.
What Olivia and I had was mind blowing.
I got in the car and she was quiet. Thoughtful. She started to drive and, again, I wish I had some inkling of what she was thinking.
This was the space I should have filled with meaningful conversation. Where I told her that I didn’t want to end what we’d started but I wasn’t necessarily sure how to go forward with something like this.
“Olivia—”
“Who are Bridge, Kurt, Lizzie and Fred?”
Yes, that was easier. To not talk about the hard stuff.
“Technically it’s Liesl, Kurt, Brigita and Friedrich.”
“Liesl, Kurt…why do I know…oh my gosh, you named your wells after The Sound of Music?”
I grimaced. It was slightly embarrassing and, then again, it wasn’t at all.
“It was my mom’s favorite movie. She owned the DVD, and she would make my sister and I watch it with her all the time. I don’t know. When I think of kids—and the rigs and the wells are my babies—I think of The Sound of Music.”
“Do you? Think of kids? Of having them someday?”
“No,” I answered truthfully. “Not no, as in I don’t want them, just no, I don’t think about it very often. I told you…I’ve never been in that place with a woman. What about you? Did your parents convince you not to add any more people to the population?”
She smiled. “No, they’re funny that way. Siblings, I couldn’t have but grandchildren, they are all for.” She paused for a second. “I’m thirty-two.”
“I know—I read your personnel profile. I’m thirty-seven, if it matters to you.”
“It doesn’t,” she said.
We were quiet again until she made a turn into a cul-de-sac that had about six different houses all around the same size.
“Did you buy this place?”
“No, I’m renting.”
Right. Because Dyson’s wasn’t a permanent position. She was just here until she learned whatever she felt was enough from me then she would move on.
There was snow from the storm we’d had up north that had made it down here, although not as much. Still her driveway was clear.
“Who shovels your snow?” I asked, irrationally jealous of the man who thought he had the right to shovel her driveway.
“Jerry. He’s my neighbor’s son. We have a standing deal. Any time snow falls, he gets fifty bucks for taking care of my driveway.”
Jealous of a kid then. That was fairly pathetic.
We got out of the car and walked up the path to her front porch. She unlocked the door and stepped inside. No rushing around. No running to pick up things that might have been left out.
I could see there was a mat for boots and shoes. An end table with a box on it, where she put her keys. A coat rack where she hung her coat. Everything in its place. Like a typical engineer.
I followed her up the few steps and inside to what was an open design space. Living area that blended into a kitchen. A hallway that most likely led to the bedrooms. There was color and pillows and shit that women did that men didn’t give a fuck about. There was a table along the front window with pictures of her life. Her past.
“I’m just going to change real quick,” she said while I looked through the pictures.
“Need help?”
She paused. “Uh…I wasn’t sure we were doing that again.”
I opened the bag I had in my hand and took out the boxes of condoms.
“I guess that means we’re doing this again.”
“You want to stop?” I asked, knowing damn well she didn’t.
“I do have a hard time with the zipper on this skirt…”
That was all I needed. I reached her in a blink with my mouth coming down on hers. It was like coming home. The taste of her, the feel of her in my arms. I picked her up with one arm around her waist and marched us down the hallway.
“To the right,” she said, breaking the kiss only for a moment before she was kissing me again, her tongue swirling over mine.
Once we were in her bedroom, I didn’t waste any time. I stripped her of her suit coat then I did what I had been fantasizing about all damn day. I ripped her shirt open, the scattered buttons pinging against her hardwood floor.
“That was silk,” she huffed still working to pull the sleeves off.
“Now it’s mine.” I snapped open the center clasp of her bra and her breasts fell into my palms. I bent to suck her already hard nipples into my mouth. So fucking delicious.
I reached around her to lower the zipper of her skirt and it dropped to her feet. I could see she was about to step out of her shoes.
“No,” I told her. “The shoes stay on. I’m going to fuck you in those shoes.”
It seemed all my fantasies were coming true today. I moved her then and bent her over the bed. Tossed her bra away. Slipped her panties down her legs. Let her carefully step out of them with her shoes on.
Naked, braced against the bed in nothing but three-inch, stiletto pumps, she was better than any fantasy I’d ever had about her.
She looked at me over her shoulder. “Aren’t you going to take your clothes off?”
“Later.”
It was like I couldn’t wait. I needed to be inside her now. Undoing my jeans, I pulled my hard dick out. I’d tossed a box of condoms on the bed. I picked it up and pulled one out quickly, sliding it over my erection. I didn’t take any more time than that before I was sliding into her from behind. My hands on her hips pulling her back toward me while I was pushing high and deep.
She was wet and hot and as perfect as I remembered.
“Noah,” she sighed. Like there was a feeling of relief.
“Yeah, you need my cock deep inside you, don’t you, baby.”
“Fuck yes,” she groaned.
I started pumping, watching my cock slide back and forth inside her. Every once and while glancing down to see those very professional, fuck-me shoes. I played with her nipples, I stroked her clit and in seconds I could feel her tightening around me.
“Noah!”
“Already?” I said, leaning over her to whisper in her ear before nipping at the bottom of her ear lobe. “That’s thirteen and since I’m not done fucking you, you better get ready for fourteen real quick.”
“I can’t,” she panted. “I can’t.”
I slipped out of her and pushed her up on the bed. Then I turned her so she was on her side, her legs together and pushed inside her from that angle.
“Noah!”
“Good?” I asked, feeling as if she was trapped by me, pinned by my body and my cock in a way she could never get free. All mine.
“Yes, yes. Oh God. There, there. Noah!”
“Fourteen!” I shouted even as I felt my own orgasm overtake me. Shooting into the condom wasn’t as satisfying as filling her up with my cum. Later, I thought. Later I would fill her mouth.
Then at some point we were going to have to talk because I didn’t think there was ever going to be a time when I wouldn’t want her.
12
Olivia
“I let you off the hook by not feeding me a steak dinner,” I called out to him as I brought the pizza into the bedroom.
Noah, who had finally managed to take off his clothes, was propped up against a bunch of my frilly, lace pillows. The juxtaposition of his thick, muscled, hairy chest against my pretty white pillows was enough to make me smile.
I set the box on the bed and dropped the robe I’d worn to greet the delivery guy. Underneath it, I was wearing Noah’s flannel shirt. Unbuttoned because he said he needed easy access to my tits.
Since I sort of liked what he did to my breasts when he had access to them, I didn’t object.
“Woman, I’ve given you four orgasms in the last three hours and you’re bitching about steak?”
This was true.
I sat across from him and handed him a slice of pizza with a paper plate and a napkin. “No dripping grease in my bed.”
“Our bed tonight,” he said, taking he pizza from me.
Our bed.
“So you’re staying the night?”
He looked up from his slice. “I suppose I should have waited for you to ask. Are you asking?”
I nodded.
“Not good enough, Liv. I need to hear you tell me you’re in this.”
“In what?” I asked. Still feeling the sting of rejection from last night. “Back at camp I thought you made it clear nothing was going to happen between us.”
“You know why I did that,” he said clearly defensive. “I don’t want anyone up there thinking I’m messing around with you.”
“Except you want to mess around with me,” I pointed out.
He glowered at me. “Liv, we can’t keep our hands off each other. That goes both ways. We owe it to ourselves to explore that.”
I couldn’t necessarily disagree. I only knew how I felt after spending three days with him at the cabin. Being separated from him wasn’t fun. In fact, it was excruciating. Three more days with Noah in my house, in my bed? How was I going to feel when he left? The intensity of Noah wasn’t something I would easily recover from.
“So you taking a few days off and staying in Anchorage was about staying with me.”
“Yeah.”
“And after three days?”
He was nodding and, wish to God, I could see into his head. “Then we see where we go from there. Fair enough?”
“Fair enough,” I allowed. Whatever was happening to us was happening in super fast motion. Logically, I knew that. Emotionally, it felt like I was still reeling from all of it. I’d gone from super denial mode when it came to Noah to needy as hell.
Besides I wasn’t any better at this intimacy stuff than Noah was. Neither one of us were experts at relationships so maybe the idea of muddling through this was the best we could do. In the meantime, I had sexy Noah Aikens in my bed, pizza and the hope of more orgasms. I wasn’t going to complain.
* * *
Olivia
“Fuck, Liv. That feels so fucking good,” he groaned. “So fucking hot watching you suck my cock.”
He’d pulled my hair into a ponytail and held it in his fist so he could watch me this time.
Who knew blow jobs were my thing?
The pizza devoured, I’d decided to even the score with Noah and his orgasms. He was still propped up against the pillows while I was laid out between his legs. His cock filling my mouth in a way I thought was filthy and so fucking erotic. I could feel the tension in his thighs. Hear the way he hissed out a breath when I ran my tongue under the flared head.
He was mine. Mine to tease, mine to frustrate when I pulled away. Mine to satisfy when I took a breath then swallowed him deep.
“Liv, I’m close,” he grated out the words.
I knew it. I could feel it. The way he pushed into my mouth, where before he’d let me control the pace. The way his thighs got rock hard. His whole body shaking in anticipation of exploding.
And when he did and I tasted the musky saltiness that was the essence of Noah, I nearly came myself.
He didn’t give me a second to recover before he was laying me flat out on the bed, his mouth going right to my pussy where he could taste me in return. No chance of gaining orgasm ground on Noah. Not as he worked me up then pushed me over the edge with his tongue.
Exhausted, he settled me into his chest. I could feel the coarse hair of his chest against my back. Could feel his still semi-hard erection between my butt cheeks. His arms wrapped firmly around me like it felt they always should be, and I drifted off to sleep.
* * *
The next morning
Ark
“Stop looking at me like I’m a god. It’s eggs, Liv. Not rocket science.”
She shrugged. “This is the first time I’ve had a man in my kitchen cooking me breakfast after making love to me. I’m allowed to enjoy myself.”
I had made love to her this morning. If yesterday I’d fucked her, this morning had been different. Lazy, slow, sweet.
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She was like some dream I had about what sex should be, and it was going to my head quickly.
I scrambled the eggs and dished them onto two plates where I’d already placed buttered toast.
She had this island with stools where we sat next to each other and ate. I passed her the peanut butter. She got up and refilled both our coffee cups. She took milk. I liked milk and sugar.
It felt weird. It felt intimate.
I liked it. Maybe too much.
“You didn’t take the pill last night,” I said.
She stopped chewing for a second then I watched her slowly swallow her eggs. “No, I didn’t.”
“You should take it now.”
She took a sip of her coffee before she said, “I think I heard it gives you cramps. Maybe wait until you’re leaving.”
“We can’t be irresponsible, Olivia.”
“I like it when you call me Liv better. No one has ever called me that before.”
“No one’s ever called me Noah,” I replied. “I like it, too.”
“Really? I figured the guys gave you that nickname.”
I shook my head. “No, my dad gave it to me when I was a kid. Even my sister calls me Ark.”
She smiled and it took my breath away. I stopped thinking about the damn pill.
“What do you want to do today?” I asked, running my fingers through her dark hair, loving the silky feeling of it, remembering the way it felt against my skin when I held her.
“We’re not going to just hang out in bed all day?”
Tempting, but no. I needed to stop thinking with my dick and that wouldn’t happen if we were lying around in a bed.
“No, I think you need a break from orgasms so that when I give them to you tonight, you’ll be more appreciative.”
She giggled and it was a sound I didn’t think I had ever heard her make. Everything between me and Olivia was always a fight. A battle of wills. If she’d had pigtails, I would have pulled on them. If I wasn’t a grown man, I would have put a frog under her pillow.
It was how we operated. I never thought to make her laugh.
