“You must be thrilled. She looks ready to be unwrapped.”
“I think we broke up today.” He runs his fingers through his hair. “Hell, I’m not even sure if you can break up with someone you’re just fucking. Sure feels like a breakup.”
Avoiding her, he goes to the bar and gets a drink from Jas before taking off. Liv looks up as he leaves, a frown forming on her red lips. But then she looks at me and smiles, which sends all kinds of confusing messages to different parts of my body.
“Bash!”
When she throws her arms around my neck, I get a whiff of her sweet scent. God, I’ve missed her.
“I didn’t know if you were coming tonight.”
“I wasn’t so sure myself.” I pull back. “You look good.”
“Thanks. The girls thought it might help morale.”
I look around, noticing all the whores seem to be occupied. “Looks like it’s working.”
She grins. “I’m glad. It’s nice to see everyone having a good time.”
“Yeah.” Suddenly, it feels too warm in here. “It was good seeing you. I’ve got to go.”
She calls out my name as I leave, but I ignore her. Instead, I go outside, into the pouring rain. My bike’s out front, so I hop onto it and start it up. I’m surprised when Liv gets on behind me.
“Liv-”
“Bash, just drive.”
Cursing, I slowly pull out of the parking lot, onto the main road. It’s late and most people have enough sense not to be out in this weather. I drive slowly, heading away from town and out of the storm. I don’t even realize where I’m going until I park.
She gets off the bike, her hair and clothes drenched, but she’s never looked more beautiful.
“Why did you follow me?” I ask, feeling tired.
“Bash, I’m so sorry for doing this to us. I know I messed up.”
The pain in her voice mirrors what I feel.
“You didn’t mess up, Liv. You’re not into me. I get it. It’s just been hard as hell seeing you with Razor.”
“I know. And I’m sorry for that.” She pauses. “The really fucked up thing is I’m not sure why I even did it. I like you. A lot. But I got scared.”
“I don’t know what I did to scare you. You were the one who came onto me at the dorm. I took it as a sign that you were interested in me, too.”
“I know.” She runs her fingers through her hair. “I’m fucked up, Bash. And I’m not a good person. I’ve got skeletons in my closet that most people wouldn’t be able to handle. But knowing I’ve hurt you-”
Her voice breaks and I pull her into my arms, holding her close.
“Olivia, you didn’t hurt me.”
“Yes, I did,” she sniffles. “I somehow manage to fuck up everything in my life.”
“I’ll be fine. I promise.”
She looks up at me. “Bash.”
It’s the way she says my name that gives me hope.
“Liv, can I kiss you?”
“Yes.”
Lowering my head, I brush my lips across hers. Just like the last time we kissed, I feel that same sense of magic. We stay there like that until a fat raindrop lands on my head. We look up as the sky breaks open and cold rain pours down on us. Taking her by the hand, I lead her through the trees. Thunder booms in the distance and lighting webs across the sky.
“Bash, where are we going?” she calls out over the wind.
She stumbles, tripping over her heels, so I pick her up, carrying her. The cabin comes into sight. I hope like hell the spare key is in the same place. I climb the wooden steps two at a time and put Liv on her feet.
She shivers, rubbing her arms. “What is this?”
“It used to be a camp for misled youth. They went out of business a few years ago and I bought it. Haven’t done much with it since then.”
Reaching above the doorframe, I feel around until I find the key. I unlock the door and go in first.
“Stay right there until I get this fire going.”
Thank god the matches are still next to the fireplace. The wood is old, but I get a fire going within minutes. She comes in, looking around.
“Wow. This place has so much potential.”
“I thought so, too. Plus, the twenty acres and lake access aren’t bad, either.”
“I can’t wait to see it when it’s light.” She moves toward me. “Now. Where were we?”
“You’re amazing, you know it?”
A shadow of doubt flickers across her face.
I tip her chin. “You are, Liv.”
“You don’t know me. Not really.”
“I know enough. And I’m going to tell you how amazing you are until you believe me.”
Her lips crash against mine, and she kisses me until I’m fucking lightheaded. The storm rages on around us, but I all I see is her. She looks up at me, heat in her eyes, and I know I’m a goner.
“Think that couch is safe?”
There’s no mistaking what she means.
“I’ve got one better.”
Scooping her into my arms, I carry her upstairs, to the loft. The other rooms are still being remodeled, but there’s one spot that’s ready. She lets out a little gasp as she sees the large bed facing the window that overlooks the lake. Even through the storm, the water from the lake can be seen.
“Bash, this is beautiful.”
I put her gently on the bed, kissing her again.
“You’re beautiful.”
“Bash, get over here.”
She pulls off her shorts and top, leaving nothing on but her heels. I undress, too, and move over her. She shivers when we touch and I kiss her.
“We don’t have to do this now. We can wait,” I say.
I don’t want her to have regrets. We’re both caught up in the moment, but I can wait. Because she’s worth waiting for.
“Bash, I want to. Do you have a condom?”
I reach for my pants, grabbing the one I keep in my wallet and snort.
“What?”
I hold it up. “I’m not like other guys, especially at the club. This is the first time I’ve had to use my emergency condom.”
She grins up at me. “I’m honored to be the first.”
And the last, I hope. I don’t say this because I don’t want to scare her, but she’s a forever kind of girl, even if she can’t see it herself.
Reaching out, she takes the condom from my hand, tearing the foil. She strokes my dick until I’m hard and rolls on the rubber.
“Your dick is amazing,” she says. “Truly a work of art.”
I grin and move over her. “Keep saying things like that and I won’t last very long.”
She wiggles her eyebrows. “Then we’ll have to think of other naughty things to do.”
I move over her, kissing her. Her hands roam up and down my chest, as if she’s memorizing my body. I do the same, cupping her breasts and then moving lower. When I reach between her legs, she spreads them wide, allowing me better access.
“I’ve thought about this a lot since that night in your dorm,” I admit as I run a finger through her slick folds.
She’s so fucking wet. I lick my drenched digit and she moans.