by Sophie Blue
Reaching for the shampoo, I squeeze a dollop into my hand and start massaging it into my egg filled locks. He reaches around me for the body wash and whispers in my ear, “Do you mind if I help?”
Shivers dance along my spine at his words and the feel of his breath on my skin. I have no idea how we ended up here, but I’ll be damned if I’m not going to enjoy every second of it.
“Be my guest,” I say, turning and leaning my head under the shower head to remove the shampoo from my hair. I watch as he pours a generous amount of body wash into his hand and replaces the bottle on the shelf. Then he’s reaching out and running his strong hands down my torso. His touch sets me alight. I feel things I haven’t felt in so long. As he reaches my breasts, he cups them in his strong hands and squeezes, eliciting a strangled moan from me.
“Fuck, Ollie,” I whimper, using my hands to trace the lines of his sculpted torso. He is both hard and soft at the same time, strong and supple. I lick my lips at the sight of his hard erection standing proudly to attention before me. I trace a hand slowly down his happy trail before I reach the treasure that is his cock. Taking it in my hand, I enjoy the weight of it as I gently squeeze. He throws his head back and groans.
“Keep that up and this won’t last long, sweetheart.” He sighs in pleasure and I smile that I caused that pleasure. I let go and trail my hands back up his chest, standing on tiptoes and kissing him again. His arms wrap around me and the feel of his hard length between us has me moaning. I need him more than I need my next breath.
Pulling away, he holds me at arm’s length, and I frown in confusion.
“I want to look at you,” he whispers in his deep voice and I feel goose bumps spread all over my body. The hunger and desire in his eyes has me flushing. He takes his time, studying every inch of my body with a lustful expression. “Fucking perfect.”
Smiling, I take his hand and press it against my stomach, slowly leading it down to where I want him most. He picks up on my plan quickly and takes control, his deft fingers finding my clit and drawing circles around it, toying with me.
“Ollie. Please,” I whimper, leaning back against the tiled wall of the shower and biting my lip to contain my moans.
He removes his hand and my eyes fly open in disappointment which causes him to chuckle at my reaction.
“We are nowhere near done, sweetheart. But I don’t want our first time to be in the shower. Let’s take this to the bedroom.” He holds his hand out and I take it, letting him help me step out of the shower. He lets go of my hand to grab a fluffy white towel which he holds out for me. Wrapping it around myself, I watch fascinated as he takes another towel and makes quick work of drying off his godlike physique.
Could this man be any hotter?
Following his lead, I quickly towel dry as much of myself as I can, eager to get back to our previous activity. Squeezing my blonde locks into the towel, I look up to see him staring at my breasts in hunger. How one hungry gaze can make me feel like a supermodel, I don’t know. All I know is that this man affects me like no other. I’ve never craved someone’s touch the way I do his. His kisses are like a cool glass of wine on a hot summer day: delicious, refreshing, and leaves you craving another taste.
“Bedroom. Now,” he growls, and damn if I don’t need to dry myself off again.
Chapter 16
Ollie
Looking down at the goddess laid out before me, I thank my lucky stars that she’s here. In my life, in my bed. Charlotte came into my life like a tidal wave. That couldn’t be a more apt metaphor since tidal waves are caused by the effects of the gravitational pull between the sun, moon, and Earth. And this woman is definitely swiftly becoming both the sun and moon in my life. Lighting up even the darkest of nights and basking me in her glow.
Crawling up her body, I lean down to take her lips with mine. I’m addicted to the taste of her, the feel of her skin on mine, the sounds she makes when I give her pleasure. She is my addiction and I don’t ever want to recover.
Balancing my weight on one forearm, my other hand traces its way down her body and pinches a nipple. The moan of pleasure she elicits almost undoes me. I continue my quest until I reach her wet pussy. Slipping a finger inside, I watch her face as I slowly move in and out. She’s biting her lip and it makes me jealous, so I lean forward and do just that. Taking her lip between my teeth and gently biting down, listening to her sharp intake of breath and the breathy moan that follows. I slip another finger inside her and watch captivated as she starts to ride my hand.
“Ollie,” she cries as I push her further and further toward her climax. “So close.”
Increasing the speed and leaning down to capture a nipple in my mouth, I gently bite down and feel her body convulse under me as the wave crashes over her. Looking up, I take in her expression, could she be any more beautiful?
“Wow,” she gasps, closing her eyes and flinging a hand over her face. Laughing, I lean forward and drop a soft kiss to her lips.
“Yeah, you could say that.” I chuckle into her mouth. “Watching you come undone may be my new favourite view.”
“Please.” She laughs before pushing me back and sitting up. “My turn.”
Pushing me onto the bed beside her, she throws her leg over my waist and straddles me. As she kisses down my chest, I close my eyes and hum in pleasure at the feel of her soft lips on my skin. I’m on fire, every touch heating my blood like I’m a volcano about to erupt. I feel her shimmying backwards, and my eyes fly open when she wraps her lips around my straining cock. I wrap a hand around her hair and help guide her movements. The feel of her warm mouth around me has me close to the edge and when she adds her tongue… fuck, I’m about to embarrass myself.
“Sweetheart, if you don’t stop now, I’m going to explode,” I pant as I look down and watch her head bobbing up and down enthusiastically. She looks up at me through her gorgeous long lashes and winks. Throwing my head back against the pillow, I succumb to the pleasure, gripping her hair tighter as I feel my release coming. I shoot my load down her throat and watch captivated as she swallows everything I have to give her.
As she pulls back, I smile and pull her up to kiss me.
“I really want to make a joke about icing the snickerdoodle, but I’m biting my tongue,” she says into my chest and I laugh, pulling her to lie against me. My hand snakes down her body to squeeze her arse. Her soft gasp fans over my chest, causing goose bumps to spread across my skin.
“Again?” She giggles into me, looking up at me with a sinful smile that has me craving her mouth again.
“Again. I haven’t had my fill of you yet, sweetheart,” I say against her lips as she climbs up to kiss me. “Not even close.”
Once I’ve explored her mouth again, memorising every moan and gasp that leaves her, I flip us over so she’s on her back and I’m propped above her on my forearms. Trailing my lips from her collarbone, down to her breasts, I lick and nip at every inch of skin I come into contact with. She writhes beneath me and it spurs me on in my quest to make her scream my name. Moving further south, I kiss her stomach, her hips, her thighs, before running my nose along her inner thighs and smirking when she spreads herself wider with a soft moan. Taking the hint, I situate myself between her legs and stroke her entrance again, watching her squirm with pleasure, still sensitive from her earlier climax.
“Ollie,” she moans on a soft whisper, and it’s not enough. I want her to lose control. I want her to be so consumed by pleasure that she loses herself to the moment.
My tongue slowly traces her wet lips and she throws her head back, pushing herself further into me. Slipping my tongue into her heat, I savour every taste of her. Enjoy every moan, every groan, and every scrape of her nails on my head.
“Fuck, please,” she begs, pushing my head further into her thighs and bucking up, desperate for a release. My movements become faster, more determined. Finding her sweet spot, I focus all my attention on getting her to where she wants to be. Her pleas have become strings
of nonsensical sounds, her head thrashing on my pillow as she finds her release and screams my name.
Pulling back, I take a breath and watch her. Lying on my bed, taking deep breaths, looking like a satisfied kitten, the pride that fills my chest is intense.
Reaching into my beside drawer, I pull out a condom and see her eyes follow the movement.
“Again?” she asks, breathless.
“Third times the charm, right?” I joke, smiling so hard I’m sure I seem unhinged. But my god, she is something else.
“You tell me.” Biting her lip like a temptress, she spreads her legs again and reaches for me. Sheathing myself in latex, I slip between her thighs and lean over her, kissing her swollen lips.
“Ready?” I ask, moving a damp strand of hair from her flushed face.
“Always. Please,” she whispers against my lips.
Sliding inside her, I groan. She’s fucking perfect. And right now, she’s all mine.
Chapter 17
Ollie
The house is really coming together. Charlotte has a great eye and between the two of us, we’ve done a pretty good job. It was hard at first, changing things that reminded me of my grandparents. But I think they’d approve. The house has a new lease of life and is ready for more people to create magical memories in.
Emptying the last couple of plates from the dishwasher, I hear a knock at the door followed by Charlotte’s footsteps.
“I’ll get it,” she calls and I suspect it’s the new bed linen we ordered getting delivered. As I close the dishwasher and start the coffee machine up, I hear a commotion by the door.
“Who the fuck are you?” I recognise the nasally voice instantly and feel ice filling my veins. How is she here?
Moving quickly, I enter the foyer and pull the door wider to reveal my ex, staring Charlotte down in disdain. In skinny jeans and a blue halter neck top, she stands on the doorstep with her hands on her hips and attitude in spades. Her gaze flicks to me and she softens, her mask back in place.
“Ollie, baby. I missed you so much,” she coos, and I have to clench my fists to keep my temper in check. She’s got some fucking nerve coming here.
“What are you doing here, Becky?” Instinctively I want to push Charlotte behind me, not wanting any of Becky’s poison to touch her.
She looks taken back by my cold tone, and I try not to let a bitter laugh slip past my pursed lips. Did she really think I’d welcome her back into my life with open arms after what she did?
“I heard you were here. I came to see you. I missed you,” she says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Like we didn’t have a nasty breakup.
“Missed me, or my credit cards?” Charlotte shifts uncomfortably next to me, and I put a comforting hand on her back.
“Don’t be like that, Ollie. We were good together. We hit a little bump, but that’s water under the bridge now. Just tell your little friend to get lost, and we can talk.”
“Charlotte’s not going anywhere. You are. You’re not welcome here,” I seethe. She’s out of her mind if she thinks we have anything left to talk about. I’m still paying off the debts she left me in.
Her calm façade turns in an instant, a scowl marring her face. “Are you fucking her?”
Charlotte blanches at the accusation, stiffening beside me, and I’m done. Enough is enough.
“You lost the right to dictate who I can and can’t see when you ran up my credit cards and left me once the money dried up. What? Now you heard about this place and thought you’d work your way back into my life to try and get a quick payday from it? We’re done, Becky. Leave and never come back.” Stepping back, I slam the door in her face, finding it way more satisfying than I should.
Turning to Charlotte, I cup her cheek and tilt her face to look at me. The sadness in her baby blues is my undoing. I lean forward and press my lips to hers, swiping my tongue along her bottom lip before slipping in between them. Her soft moan has my cock waking up and I reluctantly pull back. Now isn’t the time.
“Sorry about that. I have no idea how she found out about this place, but she’s toxic. Ignore her.” Stroking her cheek, I lean my forehead against hers and inhale her sweet scent, attempting to calm my racing pulse.
Charlotte wraps her arms around me and sinks into my embrace. The warmth from her body thaws the ice that Becky’s appearance created.
“Are you ok?” Her whispered question has me chuckling, the movement causing her to bounce against her chest.
“You’re asking me that? After she blindsided you and was a complete bitch?”
“Well, yeah. She’s your ex. I know she hurt you. Seeing her show up her can’t have been a nice feeling.” Once again, this woman astounds me. Her concern for everyone else before herself once again shows me just how different from Becky she is. I know she’d never betray me like my ex did.
“I’m good. You’re here. And we have Snickerdoodles.” Her eyes meet mine and the blush that colours her cheeks has me chuckling before I kiss her again.
Chapter 18
Charlotte
The afternoon sun is shining in through the bedroom window, covering us in its warm glow. I can’t bring myself to move from where I’m curled into Ollie’s side. After hands down, the best sex of my life, I don’t think I can move even if I wanted to.
Tracing the tattoo on his arm, I look at the intricate design and smile. It’s beautiful. The black ink is striking against his soft skin and I run my fingers over it.
“What made you get this?” I ask him, following the hourglass floating in the sea with my finger and reading the quote inside it. ‘Time waits for no man.’
“I got it after I lost Pops. He always used to say this, all the time. He’d say, why put off tomorrow what you can do today? He was a big believer in living in the moment and never wasting a second of the time you are given. The hourglass is to remind me that time isn’t permanent, the waves are to remind me of Gram and her love of the ocean. Her belief that it could heal you. Guess the tattoo just makes me feel a little closer to them, you know?”
My heart squeezes in my chest at his words. I can’t imagine the grief he must have felt when he lost them, it sounds as if they were so close. Then to be betrayed by the one person he opened himself up to after his loss. My heart breaks for him, and I relax into the warmth his body brings.
“I wish I could have met them. They sound amazing,” I say honestly, my fingers still tracing the ink.
“They were. And Gram would have loved you.” He chuckles, stroking my hair.
“Do you think so?” The thought warms me as I curl closer to him. I want to know him, inside out. I’ve never been a big believer in fate, but I do believe it brought me here, to him.
“Are you kidding? Fresh meat to mould in the kitchen? You would have been the dream.” Slapping his chest, I laugh as he pulls me onto his chest, curling a hand in my hair and bringing me down to him for a hard kiss.
The ringing of the doorbell has me pulling back, while Ollie throws his head back on the pillow with a groan. Laughing, I climb off of him, squealing when he smacks my bum.
“Behave. That’ll be the bed linen. Ready to play maid?” I joke as I pull his shirt over my head and slip my knickers on.
“That depends, can we play dress up?”
His salacious grin has me squeezing my thighs together, as I roll my eyes.
“Mind out of the gutter, Oliver. Let’s get to work.” Heading out of the room, I look over my shoulder at the Adonis on the bed and offer him a cheeky wink before sauntering off.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Chapter 19
Ollie
The house is almost done. It looks worlds away from when Charlotte first arrived. It’s modern and elegant and perfect. Sitting on the porch, we’re brainstorming how to get it open for business and how to attract guests. I don’t think I ever realised how much work would go into getting this place up and running.
Taking a mouthful of coffee, I turn to loo
k out at the beach. There are barely any clouds in the sky, the sun shining on the water creating a myriad of blues dancing with the waves.
“We need to make a website. We’ll take some pictures. It’s a good way to be seen,” Charlotte says, bringing me back to the job at hand, as she scribbles away in a notebook.
“I like that idea. And we can set up some social media accounts too, to get the word out there about the place.”
I notice her shift uncomfortably in her seat, the mention of social media triggering her anxiety. I reach across and grab her hand, running my thumb over her soft knuckles before placing a kiss on her palm.
“I’ll sort all that, don’t worry.”
She sends me a grateful smile and it makes me feel ten feet tall. Making her smile has become a favourite hobby of mine. That and getting her naked.
“Ooh, and you need a name! Something cute, that people will remember.”
“A name?”
“Yeah like, Memories and Muffins, or Sun, Sand, and Sleep.” The fact that she says those with a straight face blows my mind.
“You know they’re terrible right?” I laugh at her affronted expression and pull her head down to kiss her hair.
“They were just examples, you arse. You get the idea though.” She slaps my chest but leans into my hold nonetheless.
“Yeah, loud and clear.” Scouring my brain to come up with something, I look out to the beach again “Beach B&B?” I offer, but I can see from her look of disdain that I didn’t pass the test.