my muscles were a reminder and the ache was sweet. Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I walked toward the bathroom and pulled the shower curtain aside just enough to slip in behind her. Olivia yelped in surprise when I wrapped my arms around her and bit her shoulder softly. “Good morning,” I whispered against her ear, and watched as she shivered before turning in my arms to face me. “Mornin’ handsome.” Her beauty made my chest ache. The way she looked at me was as if all the hate in my life had never happened. She saw me for me, not the guy who spent half his life surrounded by anger and filth. “What time do you have to be at work today?” she asked me. It was almost impossible to focus on anything other than her wet, slippery body now pressed firmly against mine. I could feel myself growing hard and by the look in her eyes, mixed with the way she bit down on her lower lip, I would say she noticed it too. “In an hour,” I whispered as I allowed my hands to slide over her hips to rest on her perfectly round ass. I really fucking loved her ass. “I guess it’s a good thing it only takes you ten minutes to get to work.” Olivia reached between us, and I swear I almost swallowed my damn tongue when she wrapped her hand around my cock and began stroking me. “That gives us forty minutes to take care of this.” She squeezed me just a little tighter. “And ten minutes for you to get dressed.” My head was immediately filled with visions of a repeat of last night just as she lowered herself to her knees and took me into her mouth. I braced my hand against the shower wall, while using the other to push her wet hair back from her face. There was something about watching her take me over and over that made my head spin. It took everything I had inside me to remain standing while she worked me slowly in and out of her warm wet mouth. “Liv,” I groaned when she cupped my balls and continued to suck me. “Feels so good.” I could see a faint smile pulling at her lips as she used her tongue to tease me. I fought against closing my eyes with each stroke of her lips because I didn’t want to miss a moment. I wanted this entire thing to be embedded in my mind for those times when we were apart. The memories of her sinful side would get me through some lonely nights this summer, I was sure.
Chapter Thirteen
Olivia
“I took your truck and rotated the tires. Plus I had Ole’ Whitey give her a tune-up.” Uncle Jackson had promised to take care of my truck while I was away at school. My grandpa’s 1999 Ford F-150. Most girls would want a small little sports car, frilly and cute, but not me. It was the greatest gift when my gran handed me the keys to that truck. Yeah, it was the sentimental value it held after all the times I rode shotgun with Gramps as he thumped his thumb against the steering wheel to the beat of the music playing on the radio. Or the times we would roll the windows down and just drive the back roads as the wind whipped my hair around wildly. Those memories of my grandfather would always be some of the best. After I got it, I would sit in the truck in our driveway for hours, just listening to the radio. I closed my eyes and pictured my grandpa singing along to the radio as we drove the country roads, and the way he would smile and laugh when I sang along to the music. Losing my gramps was hard on everyone. But Uncle Jackson and I shared the special bond because he was more of a best friend to the two of us than anything else. “You better be taking care of her,” I said as I rounded the corner with my phone pinned between my shoulder and chin. I was ruffling through my bag in search of my keys as I attempted to balance my bag on my lifted knee. “I took her for a joyride, in search of squirrels.” He chuckled at his own joke. “Real funny, smartass.” I rolled my eyes remembering his attempt at teaching me to drive.