"I wore you out? You were the one that wouldn't leave me alone, if I do recall, and when you started kissing me all over, everywhere might I add, I was beginning to think someone else was in my bed. I'm not complaining, but what came over you last night?"
What came over me? I was asking myself the same question, when I started doing things to him that I had never done before. He brings it out of me I guess and I just can't keep my hands off of him. I was the aggressor instead of him for a change and it felt good to be in charge for once, which turned me on even more.
"You bring it out in me. I can't seem to get enough of you and I told you I was going to show you how I felt about you, so I did. I seem to recall you screaming out my name a few times, so I must have done something right."
Oh my. When he screamed my name, I felt like my body was going to combust from the joy it gave me that I alone had caused him to lose himself the way that he pushes me over the edge each time he makes love to me.
"Oh, Darling. I had a lot to scream about. If I do recall, you were screaming out my name a few times as well. You even called me your magnificent Greek god! Greek God? I know I'm pretty good in bed, but I don't know if I deserve that title."
From all of our caressing I can already see where this conversation is going to lead us. I reach down and he's hard and I start stroking him up and down, push him onto his back, straddle him, and start rubbing my hands up and down his washboard abs.
"Honey, you can't tell me you've never looked in the mirror and checked yourself out. You know you have a great body and your stomach? I could eat off of it, if you'd let me and lick up the crumbs after I'm finished. Yes. You have the body of a Greek God and you make me feel like I'm the Goddess of Love when we are together."
I've got him moaning now and he flips me onto my back and presses my lips hard with a kiss inviting me to part my lips, searching for my tongue while our hands are going all up and down our bodies.
I hear my cell phone and I notice it’s my mother's ringtone and I freeze up and stop immediately what I was doing and thinking! He looks into my eyes, knowing that what we were almost about to do wasn't going to happen.
"You can't let that go to voicemail? After what you just said to me, I was going to make you scream for hours, because that turned me on so much. You can be quite a naughty little girl. I'm really enjoying getting to know this side of you." I give him a little apologetic smile.
"It's my mother. Trust me. That ringtone alone shut my hormones down. I feel like she's in the room and her sweet little Olivia would NEVER talk to a man like that."
When I first heard the phone go off, I felt like I was caught being a naughty girl naked in bed with the most beautiful man in the world, and she could hear my thoughts of what all I wanted to do with him.
He rolls over off of me, so that I can get up and call her back. I look over at him and the poor guy looks defeated. I can't help but giggle.
"Oh, this is not funny at all. Should I go take a cold shower or will it be a short conversation?" Aww. I feel like such a tease at this moment.
“I haven't talked to her for weeks, since before I started working here, and she's been calling me and I've never returned her call. I have to call her back. We have all day to get back to, well, how you were going to make me scream, and I'm very interested in how you planned on doing just that."
He gets up and starts walking to the bathroom and I see his perfect backside, and I want to forget about calling my mom back and attack him instead and pull him back into the bed. He turns around and I stop breathing, because the front of him is even better than the back.
"Call your Mother, Liv. I'll go make us some coffee and something to eat. You're right, we have plenty of time, but I promise, you WILL be screaming later."
His intense stare has me tingling all over and I lost my voice and couldn't say anything, so I just nodded and he walked into the bathroom and shut the door. I know I'm not
going to be able to keep up with the conversation with my mom after that statement.
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"Hi Mom, sorry I couldn't make it to the phone when you called."
"Well it's about time you returned my call, Olivia! I've been so worried about you. If it weren't for Claudia knowing how you were doing, I would have already flown out there and looked for you myself!"
I sit there holding the phone up in the air while she finishes berating me, which I fully deserve. I hear silence and put the phone back to my ear. All I can do is keep apologizing.
"Mom, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to worry you, but really, I'm fine. I'm great actually, I can't remember the last time I've felt this great. Well, I can, but I'm finally enjoying my life again. I'm LIVING again. Isn't that what you and Dad were wanting for me?" Okay. Maybe I went too far with the sarcastic comment.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to come off as sarcastic, but it's the truth. I'm finally happy again." I hope she can tell that I'm grinning through the phone.
"Sweetheart, I'm happy that you're so happy, but you can't just drop off of the face of the earth. You still have to let the ones that love you know that you're okay and at least return mine and your Father's phone calls." Well, at least she's not yelling anymore, but I can still hear the worry in her voice.
"I know, but I've just been so busy since I came here to work. It's been a really big adjustment, but very rewarding.
The children are absolutely adorable and keep me really busy."
"And their father? Has he been keeping you busy as well? I've noticed the time and it's early in the morning there and you said you were "here", which I'm assuming that means his house. Do the children's grandparents not keep the kids on the weekends anymore? Isn't that what you had told me the last time we had talked?"
Wow. I just got busted, and it takes me back to Claudia and I being teenagers and missing our curfew and the questions of where we were and who we were with and were there any parents there. But I'm a grown woman now, but for some reason her questions made me feel quite ashamed of myself. I might as well tell her the truth, because there's no sense in lying.
"No, they still go to their grandparents’ house. As a matter of fact, we all celebrated Eden's birthday yesterday." I hear a long sigh on the other end of the phone and as a parent I know she's trying to decide what she's going to say next.
"That's nice, Honey It sounds like you all had a good time. Olivia? You are being careful, aren't you? I don't want you to get hurt. I'm only saying this because the last time we talked you made it sound as if their father wasn't the greatest of men." I think back to what all I had told her about Cash and I guess I did bash him very harshly.
"I know Mom, but I've gotten to know him better and he's genuinely a great man and I really can't fault him for doing the same thing I did by grieving for his wife, even though it took him longer to deal with everything than it took me. He just needed a wakeup call like I did is all." I know she's worried about me and I understand her concern.
"Okay, Dear. I trust you to do the right thing and it is your life and you are grown, so if you're happy then I'm happy. So, tell me about the children."
The one thing about my mother is that she is very understanding, thank God. We talked for about an hour and I kept going on and on about the kids and how sweet and intelligent they were. Dad got on the phone and we talked for quite a bit and I could tell that he was grinning through the whole conversation, and he was proud of how far I've come.
I walk downstairs and it looks like Cash had just finished breakfast, and he went all out I must say. He has a pot full of fresh coffee for me. I couldn't have timed it any better.
"Hello there, Beautiful. I wasn't sure how long you were going to be, so I cooked us up a feast and I even made biscuits and gravy." I'm in awe that he even knew how to make gravy.
"It looks wonderful, thank you. You really went all out. Thank you for letting me have some privacy. I didn't mean to stay on the phone for so long, but we had a lot of catching up to do
."
He walks around the bar to me and sets my coffee cup in front of me and turns my chair, so that he could stand between my legs, and he leans down and gives me a kiss.
"Never apologize when it comes to family, Liv. I would love to meet your parents to thank them for creating the most beautiful, loving, caring, and selfless woman I've ever had the experience to know. Here, drink your coffee. I'm going to make your plate and feed you your breakfast." Feed me my breakfast? As in, he feeds me? This has me giggling.
"I'm perfectly capable of feeding myself, thank you very much."
"I know you are, but you deserve a little spoiling and I'm the ONLY guy to do it. I also have ulterior motives, because I want to make sure you are nourished enough for what I plan to do with you later."
I definitely hadn't forgotten about him saying he planned on making me scream later, and at the moment I have no desire to eat breakfast and want more than anything to just get started with what he has planned. He must have read my mind.
"Oh no, you will be patient and eat your breakfast. Open up there blue eyes."
He has a piece of bacon in front of me, waiting for me to take a bite and I start laughing, because no one has ever fed me before. He arches his eyebrows at me urging me to take a bite, so I give in and do it. He won't quit staring at me and he's not eating.
"Why are you staring at me and why are you not eating?" He gives me a bite of biscuit and gravy and I must say it is very delicious.
"I already ate and I'm just making sure you eat all of your food. Is there anything that you do that's not beautiful to watch?" Now he has me blushing and pulling my hair behind my ears. "Don't be embarrassed. I'm serious, I love watching you and all of your facial expressions that tell me what you're thinking." He gives me a couple of bites of his scrambled eggs and my eyes roll to the back of my head, because they are so good. I'm trying to figure out what he put in them.
"Oh my God! I didn't realize what a great cook you were. Who taught you to cook?"
"My mother taught both Caleb and I to cook. She said she didn't want us to depend on our wives cooking all of the time and sometimes they needed breaks from everything, so she wanted to make sure we knew how to cook for our wives and kids. Of course I told her I would hire a cook, but she still made me learn."
"You have an awesome mother I must say. I was beginning to teach Jordan how to cook and he picked up on it rather quickly. Derek always made fun of him, though, by telling him that only women belonged in the kitchen. It was our own little secret during the week while he was away at work."
It feels good to remember certain things about the kids and I like that I can talk to him about them without it feeling weird. He always seems interested in my life before I met him.
"It sounds like he loved you very much and he probably loved the extra time that he got to spend with you as well."
While we are talking, he's still feeding me and I realize that the plate is just about empty. I think it's the most I've eaten in a very long time.
"Yeah, he did. When I would pick them up from school, the first question he would ask was what was for dinner and he would ask how we would be cooking it, and sometimes I think he was more excited about helping me cook than playing outside with his friends." The memory has me laughing just picturing his excitement every day.
"What about Jeremiah and Jenna? What were they like?"
"Jeremiah was a lot like Gideon, but more mischievous, if you can believe that. He was my little prankster. He taught me to be wary wherever I walked, because he would have booby traps all over the house. Water balloons that would fall when I would open a cabinet, my sink sprayer glued tight to spray me when I turned the water on, stuff like that."
Oh, that boy gave me some laughs. I remember how many times I would have to change my clothes when he was in his mischievous moods.
"He and Gideon would have had a lot of fun together it sounds like, and would probably have gotten into a lot of trouble too. I imagine it was hard to reprimand him, huh?"
"Haha. Yeah, it was. I had a rule in the house that if it was funny, then you didn't get into trouble. How could you laugh at one of his pranks and then punish him? He was definitely our little comedian. We didn't have as much fun when Derek was home, I've come to realize, because he expected them to be perfect, but it worked for the four of us while he was at work."
"And Jenna? What was she like?" I realize I've finished my plate, which was why he had distracted me with talk about the kids.
"Jenna was my little angel. She had such a sweet soul about her. Looks wise she looked like she could have been Claudia's baby instead of mine, with her dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. She had her diva moments like Claudia as well, if you can believe that. She would wake up every morning asking me every question under the sun and go to sleep asking questions about what we were going to do the next day. She adored her brothers and they adored her as well. Eden reminds me of her so much sometimes that it hurts, but it's a good hurt and not a bad one. When I hug Eden, it's as if I'm hugging both of them at the same time. I know that probably sounds weird, but it really feels like that sometimes. Oh, and where Eden can't pronounce her L's yet... Jenna couldn't pronounce her J's, so when she would yell at the boys or even say her name, it came out so cute. I would have to say that she ran the house and had everyone wrapped around her little finger."
He leans over and gives me a hug, kisses my forehead, picks my plate up, and starts cleaning the kitchen.
"I think I understand more now why you were so hesitant about taking the job with the kids. I really admire your strength and it must have been very hard for you, knowing that you would have constant daily reminders of your children."
“It really has been, but it's also helped me remember more of the good and less of the bad, which has turned out to be the best thing I could have done. Speaking of the job. I don't think I can be their nanny anymore. It just doesn't feel right." He stops what he's doing and drops his head.
"What do you mean by that? You're quitting? But..."
"No, no, no. I didn't word that right. I just can't take your money anymore since we've become, well, I don't want to be your employee anymore is all. I mean we are, well, what are we exactly?"
I guess talking to my mother has made me wonder what exactly I am. I don't feel like their nanny anymore and since we've become involved, I feel more of a parent now and hopefully future mother to them.
"Oh. Okay, I see. You don't feel that I'm paying you to sleep with you, do you? Because you do take care of the children every week and as far as what we are? I thought we were a couple. As in boyfriend and girlfriend, future husband and wife, and mother of my children!" I wasn't intending on making him mad, but I can tell that he is.
"Okay. I’m sorry. I shouldn't have said anything, but would you please just quit paying me? I don't need the money and it just feels wrong in getting paid, when I feel like I'm helping you raise them, ya know. It makes me feel like I'm getting paid to watch my own children." He nods his head and sighs, as if he was holding his breath. I walk around to him and hug him from behind and he turns around and pulls my chin up, so that I could look into his eyes.
"Okay, Liv. I get it. Please don't scare me like that again; I thought you meant that you were leaving me! But I'm still going to continue paying you." I start shaking my head at him. "Yes! Just consider it a weekly allowance, instead of a paycheck."
"Weekly allowance? Are you kidding me? You do realize how much you've been paying me, right? That's a ridiculous amount of money for an allowance and I told you, I don't need the money." He picks me up and sits me on the bar so we can be eye level.
"I don't care if you need the money or not, I’m not changing my mind. As the beautiful, sweet, precious, sexy woman of my heart, it's the least that I can do. I don't want you to want for anything and if by chance you see something that you don't have the money for, no matter how extravagant it is, you best let me know. Okay?"
How in the wor
ld I ended up so lucky, I will never know. Not only did I fall in love with this man, but to be loved by him as well? He's not letting me have my way on this topic, so I relent and nod my head.
"I give up. I'll let you win this little argument. For now." He starts laughing and throws me over his shoulder like a fireman would carry someone out of a burning building, and I start laughing and lightly slap him on the back and yell at him to put me down.
"You will never win this argument, my dear. It's time to make you really scream like I promised earlier before the kids get home. Ouch! Did you just bite me?" He put me down and stands over me, while I'm leaning against the wall.
"Yes, I did. I couldn't help myself; your beautiful ass was in front of my face, so I got curious." His mouth dropped.
"Oooookay. And what were you so curious about, because I think I might have puncture wounds because of it." Oh, I didn't bite him that hard; I can tell that he's teasing me.
"I was just wondering if you tasted as good as you looked. That's all." I batted my eyes at him and I could see that he lost all control, because he picked me back up and started running up the stairs with me over his shoulder.
"Oh, you don't know what it does to me when you talk to me like that! But you are going to find out. Right now!"
I can't for the life of me figure out why I keep talking to him the way I have been, but I sure do enjoy how he continually makes me feel when we are together.
I look at him after he puts me down on the floor in front of his bed, and I can already tell that whatever he is planning is going to be fantastic by the smoldering gaze he is giving me, so I pull my clothes off and crawl up into the bed and wait for him. I swear I heard a growl, as he was crawling up to join me.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
A month and a half has gone by and things couldn't be greater for all of us. The kids were noticing how much closer Cash and I seemed to be getting, and just last week Gideon had finally asked at one of our Sunday dinners in front of Carmen and Lucas and Amelia and Gideon Sr. if Cash was in love with me. It was quite embarrassing and comical at the same time, and all of us at the table were speechless.
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