by Zoe Norman
Olivia lets out a soul-cleansing scream as her orgasm takes over her body, pulsing around my cock.
“Oh fuck, Olivia. Baby! Fuck!” I shout, finding my own release. I wrap my arms around Olivia's waist as my hips buck involuntarily, filling her completely.
Breathless and heaving, I slowly pull out of Olivia. She winces. I reach over her and grab some paper towels, running them under warm water before gently wiping between her legs, cleaning her up. Olivia steadies herself against my arm. As I look up into her eyes, I see only love reflected back at me. After I finish cleaning her up, Olivia adjusts her skirt and then takes me into her arms, planting a gentle kiss on my lips.
“Good?” I ask.
“Phenomenal,” she replies, and I smile wide, giving her a quick kiss in return.
I hold her tight in my arms for a few moments as we both come down from our high. Then, wordlessly, I take her hand and lead her out of the bathroom.
After our memory-making romp at the firehouse, I walk Olivia to her car. I play with her hair and continue to nuzzle on her neck—anything to keep her here with me a little while longer. I kiss her softly and whisper into her ear what I'll do to her when I get home. Then I ask her to wait for me back at my place so we can spend the day together after my shift. The thought of coming home to find her waiting for me in my bed turns me on to no end.
"I'll be home around 7:00 a.m. I want you naked in my bed when I get home, Olivia. I want to make love to you while we—"
I'm interrupted by the firehouse alarm alerting us to a call. A fire at a duplex. My heart starts pounding hard and my adrenaline spikes like it does for every call. It's a feeling I'm addicted to.
I wanted to make it more of a special moment when I finally gave Olivia a key to my apartment. It's a major step for any couple, and I feel ready to let her into every facet of my life. I want to share everything with her. My home, my life, my love. Because of the rush with the emergency call, I dig out my spare apartment key from my pants pocket and unceremoniously slip it into Olivia's hand, kissing her chastely.
"I've got to go, but I'll see you later. Okay?" I say as I start to jog back to the firehouse.
"Okay!" Olivia calls after me. "Be safe!” she yells, clutching my key to her chest.
"I will. I…” I what...I'll miss you? I wish you lived with me? I – gulp – love you? I pick the safest approach possible, feeling a little like a douche that I can't just say what I feel. “I'll see you at the apartment sweetheart. Thanks for coming.”
“That was all your doing, baby,” she says with a wide smile.
I give Olivia a wink and send her an air kiss before turning and running into the building to gear up for another urgent call.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Olivia
It's been a pleasant couple of months for Owen and I. We have spent a great deal of time between our apartments. He gave me his key, but he also has stayed at my place on weekends when he's not scheduled to work, allowing me to keep my place up and get things I need.
It's fall now, almost winter, and today, I am getting a rare chance to do some laundry and get some things done around the house as Owen is working a double. I miss having him with me, even though I was with him the last week, but it's good for me to accomplish some of the mundane tasks I leave aside when I spend time at Owen's. I'm sitting in the laundromat, feet up, drinking a chai latte, reading some journal articles, and highlighting key points. Suddenly, I feel my cell phone buzz in my pocket. My heart instantly starts to race. Owen? I smile as I reach for my phone and without looking answer.
"Olivia? It's me. Mom!"
My gut tightens. I haven't spoken to my parents in some time. We had a bit of a falling out when Jay and I broke up as they seemed to think I'd had some fault in what he had done. I haven't really come back from the feeling of betrayal I got from that and therefore have kept my distance. My parents are good people. They live a quiet life in the suburbs outside of the city. My father was a cop for many years, and my mother worked was a stay-at-home mom. Simon and I grew up in a loving home, but my mother used to nag me about getting into a committed relationship, not wanting me to become a spinster. She had really clung to the idea of Jay and me having a future together. I don't think it's that she really believed I had something to do with what Jay did so much as that she was upset I had picked someone who hadn't panned out.
"Hi, Mom. How are you?" I ask, skeptically.
"I'm fine, darling. How are you? How is your work coming along?"
"Oh, I finished my last research grant on PTSD. It's going to be published this coming summer, so that's exciting. We just received news that we have another grant opportunity, so we'll be starting to write that up soon." I relish the small talk because it keeps things simple. "How's Daddy?" I ask.
"He's fine. He spends a lot of time gardening, so we have a backyard that looks like a farm, but he's happy and it keeps him out of my hair." She laughs. "Simon tells us that you're dating someone?" And there it is—the reason for her call.
I sigh audibly. "Yes, I am. His name is Owen. He's a firefighter in Brooklyn." I can actually hear her joy over the line.
"Oh? That's wonderful news, honey! What's he like? Where did you meet him?"
"I actually met him when I went to Seattle in the spring. We were on the same flight and then also had hotels close by. He's a really nice guy, Mom. I think you'll like him." I grin thinking about Owen and how much he has grown on me. "He's smart, and strong, and dedicated to his work. He's just…a good guy." My tone is wistful as I describe him. I suddenly miss him terribly.
"Well, Simon and Reese are coming up this weekend for a visit. It's for the fall festival in town. Maybe you and Owen would like to come?" She sounds so hopeful.
I ponder the thought. I know he's off next weekend because we discussed going to visit the countryside. Owen hasn't met Simon yet, and I very much want him to. But my folks? I guess that will have to happen soon too. I've told him all about them, and he too has wanted me to finally meet his mother.
"Yeah, let me talk to Owen," I reply cautiously. “I'll see if he's made plans and is up for it."
She sounds thrilled. "Okay! That sounds great! Give me a call, Liv. Love you lots, pumpkin," she says and quickly gets off the phone.
I sit, stunned. You have to be kidding me. This will be interesting. I call my brother, who encourages me to go, since it will deflect the damage on each of us—and also on our significant others. Simon's wedding is this coming summer, and my mother has been harassing Reese, not surprising. I decide to call Owen.
"I was just thinking about you," he answers without saying hello. "Thinking about last night… I don't think I'll ever look at my kitchen table the same way again. Can we even let dinner guests eat there anymore?"
I smile. Last night, we stayed at Owen's and, in a fit of passion, made love on the kitchen table, right next to the dinner we had been about to eat.
"Hello to you too, baby," I say. "I don't think we need to stop having dinner guests, silly. How is your shift going?"
He sighs. "Eh, it's fine. Slow today, which is always okay. Just makes the shift go by at a snail's pace. Tanner and I are working on the grocery list. He keeps hounding me for a commitment from you to come cook for us. We'll have to look at your calendar," he says.
I forgot that when I visited there a few months ago I had promised to cook them all dinner and, more importantly, bake them a chocolate cake. Men are so easy sometimes. Tanner is a good guy. Owen and I are hoping to hook him up with Laney. I think they'd be a great couple.
"Well, I'll try and find a date to come do that for the boys," I promise, laughing. "Listen, I have a question for you."
"Oh?" he asks warily. "What's up, beautiful? Everything okay?"
"Oh yeah. Everything's fine. It's just my mother called me unexpectedly today. She said Simon and Reese are going there next weekend for the fall festival and she wants us to come too and stay for the weekend." I pause, waiting for a reaction fro
m him. There is none. "We're both off so..."
He laughs, "Baby, we can do whatever you want. I'd love to meet your folks. And definitely Simon. And maybe it will get your mom to focus on something other than your past?" I smile. I am seriously falling for this guy. “I love you” is on the tip of my tongue. He just…gets me.
"You have no idea how happy that would make me. Actually, you have no idea how happy you make me." I say, truly meaning the sentiment.
"Well, I can think of about a half dozen ways you can show me when I see you tomorrow," he says wickedly.
"Baby, if you do this for me, I can promise you lots and lots of appreciation," I purr back.
We talk a little longer and eventually hang up after I thank him again for being willing to do this. I call my mother and Simon and let them know that, next weekend, we are suburb bound.
* * *
It's Saturday morning and it's early, just about 8:00 a.m. We are showered, dressed, packed, and ready to get on the road. Owen is already in the car when I slide in, handing him a coffee in a to-go cup.
"Off we go," I announce, a little sullen.
He looks over at me with a sweet smile, his hand stroking my hair. "Relax. This is going to be fine. And it's about time we met each other's folks. I'm looking forward to meeting your brother and Reese. We'll have fun. Plus, I'm super charming. I'll totally win your mother over," he exclaims giving me a full, toothy, cheesy grin.
I can't help but smile. Before putting on my seatbelt, I lean over and kiss him hard on the mouth. "You charmed me, so you can't be that bad at it," I muse.
We get to my folks house about an hour later. It's beautiful here. The leaves have changed and the sun is bright. It's a crisp, cool late fall morning.
We walk into my parents' house and I call out for them. "Mom? Dad?"
My parents' dog, Sophie, comes bounding through the house. She is an overzealous labradoodle who is ten years old but thinks she's two, still full of energy. I know that Owen loves dogs, and he is quick to roll around on the floor with her. He is so going to win my mother over.
"We're in back!" I hear her call from the enclosed porch.
We walk to the back, Sophie in tow. My folks are sitting together and enjoying the cool, clean air, drinking coffee, and reading the paper. My mother gets up and, with arms out, goes directly for Owen. She nearly throws herself at him, and I wince.
"Geez, Mom. Nice to see you too!"
My father comes over to me and gives me a hug and a peck on the top of my head. "How's my Livvy Lou?" he says affectionately.
I snuggle into his chest, watching as my mother assaults Owen. Owen just takes it in stride, telling her how young she looks and how she couldn't possibly be the mother of a woman my age. Jesus, he's laying it on thick, and she's eating it up. I can't help but give a lighthearted laugh.
"I'm good, Daddy." I lead him over to Owen, saving Owen from my mother. Mom, Dad, this is Owen Maxwell. Owen, these are my folks, Bob and Lily Burke."
"Owen shakes my father's hand respectfully. They exchange pleasantries, and my mother directs us back to the porch, offering us coffee. We accept, and I mention to Owen that maybe we should go put our bags down before we get comfortable. He agrees.
"Liv, you two can take your old room, sweetheart, since Simon will be here shortly and they'll take his room. We've put that queen bed in there so you should be comfortable."
Owen grabs our bags and heads upstairs as I direct him to my room. When we walk in, I take a deep breath. My room is much as I left it when I moved out to go to school, with the exception of the bed she mentioned that was moved in to make it more compatible for the visits of the family my mother has been hoping I'd have. Unlike some parents who don't want their kids sleeping in the same bed if not married, my mother hopes it will get us married.
I move to the windows and look out. The view is spectacular, as our house abuts the woods. The colors of the trees are phenomenal. As I enjoy the view I start to wonder what's taking Owen so long with the bags. Suddenly I hear the door click shut, and soon after I feel Owen behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist and his chin perching on top of my head.
"It's a beautiful view, isn't it?" I say.
"Mmm, yes you are," he coos suggestively, grinding his evident erection into my backside.
I chuckle. "You are insatiable, Mr. Maxwell. What? This morning's escapades in the shower weren't enough for you?"
His teeth graze my earlobe as he whispers, "Look, right now I'm just a teenage boy who is super horny and alone in a room with a super-hot chick whose parents are downstairs and preoccupied." He slips his hands around to the front of my jeans and unbuttons the top button. He leans forward as he unzips my jeans, murmuring in my ear, "Let me make you feel good. Quickly. Quietly. It'll be enough for me. I love getting you off."
My breathing hitches. Jesus, how could I say no to that? Plus, if it's just me, that would be quick and quiet, right?
"Mmmhmmm," I moan back as his fingers slip into my panties and search downward. His right hand slides into my panties, stroking me. "Owen," I sigh.
"Shhhh, baby. Just enjoy it," he encourages. His finger slips inside me as the other rubs deliciously on my clit. "Fuuuck," he says in a growl. "You're so wet, baby. I fucking love that. You're always ready for me. You have no idea what it does to me to know I turn you on like that," he whispers against my neck as he licks and sucks his way to my shoulder.
"It would be so easy for me to do this," he says as he pushes my jeans and panties down to my knees with one hand and then swiftly unbuttons the fly on his jeans, pulling his length out. Within seconds, he is deep inside me, and I gasp, my hand flying to my mouth to stifle my scream.
"Owen, shit,” I say, in a muffled groan.
"I'll be quick. Promise. I just couldn't miss this opportunity," he grunts as he slowly slides in and out of me from behind in long delicious strokes. I am building instantly, clutching at him greedily as he places both hands on my hips, stroking into me. "Jesus, you feel so good Olivia. So soft and warm and tight. The perfect fit."
His words are destroying any sanity I have, and I just listen to him as he whispers into my ear.
"You're so beautiful. Just so fucking beautiful. And…shit… You feel so good." He rasps the words out and then places his forehead against my shoulder, bending his knees, concentrating on stroking into me as gutteral moans come from his throat. The sound alone is intoxicating, and he brings his hand to my front again, drawing small circles over my clit with just enough pressure to get me very close. "You ready to come? Because I'm ready to make you come," he groans.
"Yes," I breathe out, pushing against his hand.
He presses his intrepid finger against me while stroking deep into me, and I fall apart, biting my finger to avoid screaming as I come. He joins me, burying his face in my shoulder and using it to stifle his own moans. We are both panting and breathless as we lean against the windowsill.
"Well, that was unexpected," I pant as he pulls from me slowly.
"Yeah, I guess it was," he agrees, “but it was fucking hot.”
He hugs me to him and gives me a squeeze. Then we move into my en suite bathroom to clean me up. He kisses me sweetly, and we head back downstairs, grinning from ear to ear, for coffee with my parents.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Owen
I really needed to relieve some pent-up stress from meeting Olivia's family this weekend, so I'm thankful that Olivia was so willing and ready for me just now. I'm doing my best to act cool and calm about this weekend trip, but truth be told, I'm pretty anxious about meeting everyone. After just having come hard with a little naughty sex with Olivia in her childhood room, I'm feeling much more relaxed and ready to face the barrage of questions sure to come my way.
I'm pretty sure I've won over Olivia's mom with how she's constantly fawning over me, but the real challenge lies in winning over the other men in Olivia's life—her dad and her brother.
As we sit out on the back po
rch getting acquainted, Lily pours me a cup of coffee and offers me a slice of homemade banana bread. I take both with a smile and look toward Bob, who keeps eyeballing me suspiciously. I suddenly wonder if I have “I just fucked your daughter” written across my forehead and feel my cheeks flush a little. I really wish I had a little Bailey's to go with this coffee.
“So.” Bob breaks the silence as Olivia and I sit in the porch swing opposite her parents. “My girl tells us that you're a firefighter in the city. Rescue Company, is that right? That must be dangerous.”
Was that a question or…
Bob's use of “my girl” is not lost on me. I know Olivia and her father are close; she's a bit of a daddy's girl, and they have a special connection. He's telling me his position in her life, but I'm confident I'm on my way to taking the lead.
“Yes, sir, it is, but I have a highly trained team surrounding me each day that makes sure we all get back to the firehouse safely,” I reply.
Olivia snuggles up to me on the two-seater swing, looping her arm under mine, and smiles up at me. Lily looks at us sitting together with a huge grin. She has an expectant look on her face that's making me a little uncomfortable, and I fidget in my seat a bit.
“Any close calls, Owen? What happened on your last shift?” Bob asks, machine-gunning me questions.
That's the funny thing about being a fireman—everyone always wants to know about the risky calls. The dangerous calls you almost don't make it back from. The gruesome stories. I'm used to the morbid curiosity. They don't want to hear about the mundane calls like a cat stuck in a tree (and yes, that really does happen) or the alarms where a hotel is evacuated because a guest burned some popcorn in the microwave.
“Too many close calls to list, sir,” I reply stiffly.
Olivia pulls me tight. I know she doesn't like hearing about my being in a dangerous situation any more than I like telling the stories.