He actually throws his head back and laughs. A real, deep belly laugh, at my expense. “That was my work buddy. Bridgett Stevens.” He looks back at the table where he was sitting with her, but she’s no longer there.
“That’s your work buddy?”
“Yep, it seems that Robert has some ideas of his own when it comes to me, Bridgett and what we can do for the future of the firm. It’s his idea, not mine.”
I’m not sure why the idea of them working closely together pisses me off, but it does. I want to find this chick and tell her that she can look, but she better not think about touching because if she does, I will rip her damn arm off and beat some sense into her.
“What’s wrong, Livie?” I look up to David and he’s smiling. He knows the thought of them working together irks me and that pisses me off.
“Nothing’s wrong, David. Just let me know when I’m no longer needed when it comes to the kids.” I turn back around and grab my drink that’s been sitting there. The fact that it’s watered down is not helping. I really need to catch a buzz so the ache in my chest isn’t killing me as much as it is right now.
Before I can down the drink, I feel him come up behind me and move my hair, sweeping it to one side. His breath is on my neck, the warmth of it sends chills down my body. “No one is taking your place, Livie.” he whispers in my ear. “I don’t want anyone taking your place. Don’t you know what a big step this is for me? You must know that I don’t take these feelings lightly.” I nod, letting him know that I understand what he’s saying. I know this is huge for him, for me. “I don’t want another woman around my children. There won’t be another woman around my kids.”
Before I can say anything in return, David spins me around and crushes his lips to mine.
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David
I’m caught up in the moment. The feel of Olivia’s lips, the way her tongue feels against mine and her skin pebbles under my touch takes me to another place. She whimpers as I bite her bottom lip. I’m so turned on right now; all I can think about is getting this woman beneath me. I kiss her to let the whole bar know she’s mine. To make sure I’m the only name she will be calling out tonight. My hands run over her body, feeling every curve. It’s been far too long since I’ve felt the softness of a woman.
I pull back and look at the woman before me. I place my hands on the sides of her head, making sure she can see me. I scan her face trying to gage where her head might be at, noticing for the first time she has a triangle of freckles just off from her right eye. Her eyes, damn those eyes, just as unique as she is. Two different colors, like each eye is fighting to be something that it’s not. Her lips are slightly puffy from my assault. She sucks her bottom lip in while she gently bites it. She seems uncertain, maybe a little scared and she isn’t the only one. “Do you want to get out of here?” I ask.
She doesn’t say a word, her only response is a slight nod. This is it. This is where we either do or we don’t, where we make us happen or we walk away. I still don’t know where my head is. I know where my heart is and my dick is all for a little romp in the sack, but I’m not sure I can do it. I’m not sure I can give her something that I know she wants. I’m not sure I have it in me.
I look at my sister and before I even have to ask she stops me. “I’ll get the kids from mom and take them to your house and tuck them in. They’ll be fine. Have fun.” There isn’t anything else I can say. I grab Olivia by the hand and I drag her to my car.
“Let’s go to my place.”
Her idea is perfect. I’m not sure I can bring her back to my house, if I’m ready to cross that line. I never let go of her hand while I drive. I’m afraid if I don’t keep touching her then I’ll lose my nerve to do whatever it is that we’re about to do. Bringing her hand to my lips, I kiss her knuckles, then her palm. She never says a word, only giggles when my lips touch her skin. I follow her directions which take us all of five minutes before we pull up to a small duplex. White buildings with black shutters. It’s a nice place.
“This was my parent’s property,” she says as she gets out of the car.
“It’s nice. I didn’t know you owned property.” I follow her from my car up the walkway to her unit.
“Yeah, I have a couple of properties around the Bay. This one was always my favorite. I used to love coming here with my dad when I was little and helping him fix it up. So when they passed, I knew this was where I wanted to be. They sold the family home once I graduated and moved into a smaller house. I sold that once everything was settled and I got my head on straight.” She unlocks the door and walks in. I pause. I’m not sure I should be doing this. This is going to lead to sex, right? If I walk in then I’m crossing the line. Once I cross it, I won’t be able to uncross it. “David. Are you coming in?”
“Yeah, sorry.” I step in.
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Don’t over think things and get stuck in your head. Nothing good comes of it and you know it. We’re friends, just spending some time together. We’ve done this before.”
She flips the lights on in the living room revealing huge brightly colored paintings. I walk over to the first painting. It’s of a couple, the woman looks like Olivia. She’s small in stature with long blond hair, her eyes are clear blue with navy rings. The man had light brown hair and sea green eyes. They’re hugging each other looking out, smiling. “Those are my parents.” She walks up behind me.
“Did you do these?”
“Yes. You didn’t know that I paint and draw?”
“No I didn’t. This is amazing.” The picture of her parents is almost life-like.
“Thanks. It’s one form of therapy that I do with the kids. Hasn’t Clare shared her drawings with you?”
“No, she hasn’t.”
“She’s very good, David. For her age, she’s very good.”
“It’s bad that I don’t question her, isn’t it? I have never really asked what her sessions are about. I’ve always thought that if she wants to talk to me about her therapy then she would. I don’t want her to think that she needs to tell me what she talks to you and Destiny about. I want her to feel safe that what she shares with you two, stays with you.”
“Well, it’s not a bad thing to ask her. If she wants to tell you then she will. She knows she doesn’t have to talk about our sessions if she doesn’t want to. We do tell the kids they need to talk with their parents. They need to feel safe, they need to feel like they can talk through their feelings.”
I look at the next few paintings. They are all of the same guy, smiling, his blue eyes shining with love. One of the paintings the man is reaching out almost like he’s trying to grab you. “Is this Brandon?” I don’t have to ask, I know that it’s him.
“Yes.” Was all that she says as she walks away.
I see that she walks into the kitchen so I follow her. She opens the refrigerator and bends down to grab a couple of beers. Her skirts tightens over her ass as she bends over. I notice there aren’t any panty lines, her ass is nice and smooth. This means two things, Olivia likes thongs or she likes to go commando. I’m hoping for the latter, my dick twitches at the thought.
“Do you think now is any different than all of the other times we’ve spent together at your house?” She talks into the refrigerator. I noticed that she changes the subject back before I was sidetracked by the paintings.
“No, but the kids have always been a buffer. I’m not sure when I last actually hung out with normal adults without the kids in earshot.” She opens my beer and hands it to me.
“Yeah, well here we are. Hanging out, without any kids.” She takes a drink of her beer, tilting her head all the way back. I watch her throat with each swallow, picturing what she would look like with her head tilted back taking my cock to the back of her throat. Would she swallow me like she’s swallowing that beer? She takes the beer from her mouth and opens her eyes. “What?”
“Nothing, just watching you.”
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bsp; “Watching me drink?”
“Yeah, watching you drink.” I put my beer down and walk over to her. I pick her up and she yelps in surprise by my action as I set her on the counter. “I like watching you.”
“I think you may need to talk to Dr. Bernstein about that, David.” she says with a smile. I move in between her legs, and grip her thighs; spreading her legs to accommodate my hips. She takes her skirt and pulls it up allowing her legs to fall further apart. I pull her to me.
“Watching you is probably the most sane thing I do on a daily basis.”
She places her hands on my chest. “Is that so?” her voice is low. I know I’m affecting her.
“That’s so.”
I bend down and gently brush her lips with mine. One pass over her lips is enough before she opens, inviting me in. Her tongue is warm and soft as it dances with mine. I grab her by the ass and slam her into me. My dick is throbbing against my pants as I kiss down her jaw line. Her head falls to the side inviting me to kiss her neck. I don’t disappoint, and she moans at my efforts. She runs her fingers through my hair, pulling me deeper to her. “Suck harder.” she demands. I suck, I nip, I lick her neck. I take her earlobe in my mouth and bite down ever so gently, causing her to. She moans again. I take my hands and rub them up her thighs. I slide them under her skirt and I’m praying to God that she doesn’t stop me. I don’t want her to stop me. My hands reach her hips and then I find her ass. Her very bare, very commando ass. Olivia doesn’t wear panties.
“Fuck me,” I say with at new found information.
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David
“I want you so fucking bad, Livie.” I whisper in her ear. I taking her earlobe into my mouth again. My hands are in her hair, they run down her neck while I take her mouth with mine. I move down to let my hands travel down over her breasts. My thumbs graze her nipples that are hard under her clothes. She moans, letting her head fall back. She’s so turned on, I’ve wound her up so tight. We’re making out like two horny teenagers. “I need you, Livie.”
“I need you too, David. Please, please, David. Please make me yours.”
I don’t hesitate. I pick her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. The fact that I only have my pants and boxers keeping me from sliding her tight body down my cock has not gone unnoticed. “Bedroom?” I ask as I kiss her.
“End of the hall.” I leave the kitchen with her kissing and sucking on my neck. The paintings of Brandon catch my eye. It looks like he’s watching me as I pass with Olivia in my arms. The door to her room is open and I kick it closed after I enter. There is a soft glow of a lamp on her nightstand. “I hate the dark,” she tells me.
I lay her on the bed and she stretches out. Her hands are over her head while her legs are somewhat opened and hanging over the side. Her tiny body looks even smaller on her king size bed. Her skirt has ridden up to her waist. The sight of her makes me lose all thoughts of taking this slow. “You are so fucking beautiful, Olivia. Such a breath of fresh air.” I pull her heels off allowing them to hit the hardwood floor. I run my hands up her legs as she arches her back.
Spreading her legs, I kiss up her thighs, taking my time. Under my lips I feel the difference in the texture of her skin. With a dart of my tongue, I feel the slightly puckered skin. A scar? I wonder how she got it. I kiss it again, needing her to feel that her scar doesn’t go unnoticed. “David.” She moans. “Please,” she begs.
“I need to taste you, Livie.”
I don’t wait for her to answer. That might make me a dick, but I need to have her on my tongue, I need to swallow the sweetness that is Olivia. I trail my tongue along her, licking and sucking at the arousal that I’ve created. The taste of her is just how I imagined, sweet and salty. I hear Olivia moan so I pick up the pace, sucking on her clit as she arches her back. I push her legs further apart opening her up to me. She looks perfect spread before me, my cock is aching with the need to take her. I spread her pussy as I rub my finger up and down coating my fingers in her juices. I push my finger into her, she feels so soft and warm. Paradise, Olivia is my paradise.
The need to make her come overwhelms me. I suck on her clit as I work one and then a second finger inside her. Her small frame makes it easy for my fingers to hit her g-spot. I know I’ve hit it when she grips the comforter and continues to moan my name. “Yes, David, right there. Yes, right there.” I continue to devour her. Her legs start to shake, I know she’s close. I work my fingers as her come coats me. “Fuck,” she screams as she hits her climax. The taste of Olivia coats my tongue and I suck all of it down.
She rides out her orgasm with tiny flicks of my tongue. I kiss her thighs and make my way up her stomach. I feel her unzip her skirt and push it down over her ass. “Do you know how fucking hot it is that you weren’t wearing any underwear under this skirt?” I say as I help her take it off.
“I think it would be much hotter if you had a lot less clothes on. Don’t you think?”
I unbutton my shirt as she undoes my belt. She doesn’t waste any time to unfasten my pants and pull my zipper down. As soon as my zipper’s down I kick off my pants at the same time I pull her shirt up and over her head. The anticipation is killing me. I’m not sure how long I’m going to last. The memory of how a woman feels is so much more than the feeling of my tired hand. Nothing beats the enjoyment a man gets when a woman clenches down on his cock as he enters her. And I’m about to get my own titillating feeling of Olivia.
“Fuck, Olivia, you’re perfect.” I pull the straps of her bra down over her shoulders freeing her breasts. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought of you like this? You beneath me. Coming undone by my hand, my tongue,” I take her breast into my mouth flicking my tongue on the already hard nipple.
“Please, David, please make love to me.” Her plea stuns me and thrusts me straight into the past. I stop and look at her. The words ‘make love to me’ have only been spoken to me by Kate. I’ve only ever made love to one woman. To my wife. Olivia props herself up on her elbows and looks at me. I can see the traces of wetness around her nipple where my mouth has been.
“Olivia.” I see the panic and hurt flash in her eyes.
“David.” She sits up and grabs a pillow to cover herself. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t. I can’t do it.”
“Can’t do what? Have sex? Because just two seconds ago you didn’t seem to have a problem.”
“But will it just be sex, Liv? For you, will it just be sex? Because I’m pretty sure you didn’t just say, ‘David, fuck me’. I’m pretty sure you just said, ‘David make love to me’. Those are two very different things.”
“They are. So what’s the problem?”
“Liv, I like you. I hope you know that. I hope you know that I’m grateful to you for everything that you’ve done for me, for the kids and everything you have helped me to see. But I’m not sure if I can do the love thing. Making love. That was something that I’ve only ever done with Kate. I haven’t had just sex in I don’t know how many years.”
“David stop.” I see the emotions in her face. My words are hurting her.
“Why can’t we just be us, right now, right here. Olivia and David, having fun. I’m not sure if I can ever love again, Olivia. The fear of losing another person I love is still so strong.”
“Please, David, stop talking.”
“I thought you understood that. I thought this is how you lived your life now. I thought this is what you do.”
“It’s too late, David. It’s too late to just do what I used to do.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m falling for you, David.” Tears roll down her cheeks. I move forward but she backs away plastering herself to the headboard. “God can’t you see it? Because I’m falling in love with you and I haven’t had these feelings in fifteen years. I haven’t allowed myself to feel for anyone. I can’t just give you the ‘right now me’, David, because I want to give you the forever me. I want to give you all of me and I want you in return
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“Olivia.”
“Don’t. Don’t, Olivia me.” She looks up while the tears continue to run down her face. “I’m so damn stupid. I know where you’re coming from. I know what hell you’re going through. I’ve been there. Jesus, David how fucked up am I?” She looks at me. “I’m telling you that I’m falling in love with you when paintings of my dead fiancé still hang in my living room. I surround myself with him so I don’t feel guilty that I’m falling in love with another man. That I’m finally ready to let him go because I have stronger feelings for a man who isn’t Brandon.” Her sobs became louder.
“Just, please, Olivia.” I run my hands through my hair out of frustration. “Fuck, Olivia.” I look at her, my eyes trying to plead with her. Trying to get her to understand where I’m coming from.
“Get out, David.” She looks at me with hatred in her eyes. “Leave.”
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David
The slam of my front door makes Destiny shoot up from the couch. “Jesus, David. Are you trying to wake Brody? If that boys wakes up after it took me over an hour to get him to sleep, I’m leaving so you can fend for yourself.”
“You can leave now if you want. No one’s stopping you. I’m a big boy and I can take care of my son myself. I don’t need help from anyone.”
I throw my jacket over the couch and head to the kitchen. I need a stiff drink right now, but I can’t. I can’t because I have two kids that depend on me. What kind of a fuck up would I be if I drink until I pass out, not hearing my kids if they need me. I grab a beer from the fridge and down it. Just as I’m taking another out I hear Destiny clear her throat. “Care to tell me what the fuck crawled up your ass? Because if I remember it correctly, you and Liv left the bar so you could work out any frustrations, not come home acting more frustrated than before. I figured you would come in here skipping like a lunatic and humming a show tune or something.”
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