In case you’re wondering, no, I’m not a dick. I don’t string women along, and certainly not women I once thought I loved. I was with Amanda for a couple of years until I went on a deployment and came home to discover she had a brand-new life, including a new home, a new car, and, most interestingly, a new boyfriend.
While I was away, she decided to take her life in a different direction. I can appreciate that. People change. People want different things. What I didn’t appreciate was that she did it all behind my back without one word of warning that I was going to be coming home to an empty house and a broken heart.
That was over a year ago.
Since then, I found a new place. I got a cat. I have spent a ton of time with myself and out of relationships. I needed time to think, heal, and move on. And when I saw Olivia walk into The Draught, I knew that not only was I ready to move on but that I wanted to move on with her.
I know what I want. And it’s not Amanda. It will never be Amanda.
For the past couple of weeks, she’s been sending me texts asking to talk to me and telling me she misses me. It’s probably rude that I don’t reply, but I honestly don’t know what to say to her. I don’t want to talk, and I sure as shit don’t miss her. Has her perfect new life dissolved? I don’t think it’s fair for her to leave my life so abruptly and then try to come back in, especially after how much she hurt me and how much work it was to get to a place of healing.
So, until I’m sure responding is the healthiest thing for me to do, I’m not going to.
The Draught closes at eleven on regular weeknights, so I head over. I’m not sure if I should wait inside, but then Olivia comes through the front doors, pausing and looking around. I pull up beside her and climb out.
“Hey,” I say. Smooth, dummy.
She smiles. “Hi, there.”
“How’s your wrist?”
“Lookin’ like moldy cheese.” She holds out her arm, and she does indeed have bruises speckled over her skin.
“Fucking bastard,” I mutter.
“Hey, it’s all good. I appreciate you coming to my rescue.” She smiles. “Walk me to my car.”
I obey. She drives a white Altima with black tint, which somehow seems perfect for her. “You wanted to talk?”
She draws a deep breath, leaning against her car. “Look, I’ve been doing some thinking. About that little invitation you extended.”
I lift my brows. “A date?”
“That’s the one. And…I might be willing to entertain that.”
I step closer. “Is that right?”
She nods, then surprises me by reaching a hand out and walking her fingers lightly up my chest. “But first, I was wondering what you might think of a proper country girl like me inviting you to my place. Tonight.”
Heat surges through me. I did not see this coming. “As in…”
Her fingers hook into my T-shirt collar, and she tugs me closer. “As in, I haven’t been with anyone in a year, I think you’re gorgeous as hell, and the way you came to my rescue tonight makes my lady parts tingle. I want you to come home with me, Matthew Raine.” She glances down at my lips. Her mouth is just one breath from mine. “If you’ll have me.”
Is she fucking kidding me?
I crash my mouth to hers. It’s a magnetic pull, the electricity between us that’s slowly been heating up as the months have gone by. I bury my hands in her hair as her lips part. I slip my tongue into her mouth and can’t hold back a moan as our tongues meet and tangle slowly.
Hold up.
With a deep breath, I draw back slightly. “I need you to know some things.”
She’s panting. “What’s that?”
“One. I haven’t been with anyone in a year either. Two, I’m clean. Three, I very much want to make love to you. But that brings me to four.”
“Okay, what’s four?”
I gaze deeply into her eyes. “Four is that I need you to know how much I want you. Not just your sexy body, but you. I think you’ve had your heart broken. I have too. We can work through that together…but only if you give me a fair shot. That’s my condition. You give me a fair chance to prove I can be the man you need.”
She swallows. “I got hurt so bad, Matthew.”
I cup her face. “I did too. I did too. But if you’ll let me, I’ll show you that hurt can go away. That you can trust again. Please, Olivia.”
She pulls my face to hers and kisses me.
The rest of the world melts away as our kisses deepen. She moves my hands under her jacket, to her breasts, and I squeeze. “God, you feel so good,” I whisper to her lips. My hand drops to the button on her jeans, and I pop it. “Can I touch you?”
“Here?” Her voice is soft and shaky.
“Here.” I slide my hand inside her jeans, over her soft belly, and down between her thighs. My fingers instantly meet warm, slick wetness, and I can’t hold back another moan. “God, you’re so wet, Liv.” I stroke my fingers slowly in and out of her, sliding over her clit with each pass, and I feel her gripping me tight each time I enter her.
“I’m gonna come right here,” she says breathlessly, moving her hips against my hand, gripping my T-shirt.
“Come for me, baby,” I murmur. Watching her lose control at my touch is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen and my cock throbs in my jeans.
She cries out softly into my shoulder, trembling as she succumbs to the pleasure. I kiss her through it, then lean back.
“My place or yours?”
5
Olivia
After a brief chat about who lives closest, it’s determined the winner is me, so he follows me to my place. The stumble to the elevator and the ride up to my floor is full of nonstop making out. I’m still soaked from the unexpected orgasm I had on his fingers in the parking lot, and I grip him through his jeans boldly. He’s huge and hard, and I need him inside me like now.
I get my keys out, all while he kisses my neck and squeezes my breasts, and then we’re inside and getting naked at the speed of light. I’ve never been this desperate and horny for someone ever, not even in the good days of my relationship with my ex. Matt is thrilling and huge and strong and muscular. We stumble to the sofa as that’s the nearest surface, and he wastes no time spreading my thighs and running his tongue through my pussy.
I let out a choked cry, one hand gripping the sofa arm above my head and the other gripping his hair. He eats me like a man on a mission, letting out soft grunts of pleasure as he does as though I’m the most delicious meal he’s ever had, and he’s a starving man. It takes no time at all for my next climax to build.
“I’m gonna come,” I gasp out.
In response, he grips my hips tight and redoubles his efforts, plunging his tongue deep inside me.
I come like a thunderclap against his mouth, letting go of all my inhibitions and crying out loud and long. It’s been so long since I’ve had this. So long, and Matt is an expert at giving me what I need.
Breathless, I sit up and yank down his tight boxer briefs, all he’s wearing. He stands in front of me, his eyes hooded, watching closely as I take him into my mouth. He’s enormous, and it’s hard to fit my mouth around him, but my mouth is watering to taste him, which lets him slide easily in and out. He caresses my shoulder and neck and winds his fingers in my hair, guiding me to a rhythm he likes.