“Yes, crap, I can’t believe I forgot to tell you. His mom says he has this fear he’ll die young. His grandfather died at fifty-three and his father at fifty-two, so he doesn’t want to leave a wife behind grieving for him like his mom does for his dad.”
The waiter arrives introducing himself, reading through the specials. I have what I always have, the braciole, a steak wrapped around prosciutto and cheese. Gabe, as always, has the lasagna.
“Liv, that’s kind of a big piece of information to leave out. It also explains a lot.”
“Yeah, sorry, I guess before there was still a part of me thinking I was getting my hopes up. Only after last week, I think we might actually work if I can get past the whole fear thing. How can I compete with that? His mom says she’s tried several times to talk to him about it, but he point-blank refuses.”
“It’s easy, actually. Give him something to live for.”
***
Rourke
It’s eight thirty. I’ve been pacing the living room for the last half hour. I checked, and the show was only forty-five minutes long. Did something happen? I’m about to check my watch again when I hear the roar of a motorcycle pull into the driveway. No fucking way was she on a motorcycle, those things were dangerous.
I have the door open in time to see a guy about my height, built like a tank with a big beard, help Olivia off the back of the bike. She’s wobbly for a minute as she takes off the helmet. A sigh of relief comes out of me, at least she was wearing a helmet. It doesn’t stop me from growling at the guy. I don’t care if he’s her brother. “You had her on the back of a motorcycle?”
The guy looks my way. When our eyes meet, he nods then smiles. His arm goes around Olivia’s neck, pulling her close, kissing her temple. “Yes, Vega, I did. I also never went above forty-five, and she was always wearing the helmet tightly strapped on. Now she’s back into the care of your loving arms. You’d better take care of her, or I’ll break your face.”
Olivia blushes as Gabe pushes her toward me. “Thanks, Gabe, I’ll talk to you later. Be careful.”
“I will, Liv. See you around, Vega.” With a nod he’s gone.
“Sorry about Gabe, he’s...” She shrugs. “Gabe.”
My arm goes around her, pulling her close. “Why the hell were you on the back of a bike? Those things are death traps. I never want to see it again. No way.”
She laughs as she kisses my cheek. “Yes, Dad, whatever you say, Dad.”
“I’m not joking, Olivia,” I nearly yell as I slam the front door closed.
Tossing herself on the sofa, she smiles up at me. “I’m not joking either. If you don’t want me on the back of the bike I won’t get on it anymore. It’s something I only do once a year anyway, on my birthday. Gabe kind of dared me, but it’s like he said, he never gets to go above forty-five so we stay off the highway.”
“Why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday?”
“Oh...” Another pretty blush as she shrugs. “I didn’t want you to think I expected anything from you.”
“Not even when you have a right to expect something from the man you’ve given your body to freely for the last three months?” I go down on my knees in front of her. “You deserve something, you should expect something.”
Her hands go into my hair as she leans down. “Take me to bed and give me what I deserve.”
I swing her up into my arms and carry her to our room, then set her on the bed. Slowly, savoring each inch of skin I uncover, I undress her. My cock aches to find her in black lace panties and matching bra. I like them so much I leave them on as I undress. Her eyes glow as I push off my pants and boxer briefs in one go.
Back on the bed I tongue her sweet pussy through the lace, loving the way her juices coat the fabric. I tease her until she’s mindless, then draw the lace down, my hands grazing every inch of her skin as the panties are slipped off. She opens her legs wide, pleading for my mouth. For such pretty pleas I can’t deny her. Fuck. Her pussy, I swear I have never seen another as perfect, the way her lips open, the scent, the taste. I’m lost in the sweet juices flowing from her. Since it’s her birthday treat I only bring her to the edge of climax once before allowing her to come with a scream of my name.
Watching her body tremble in the aftermath, I can’t take my eyes off her. I note there have been changes in her body since the first time I saw her naked, yet the changes have no bearing on the fact she is still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Even as I am aware there have to be other women, I cannot recall them. They fade from memory, in comparison to Olivia.
Her breasts heave with the need to take in air. I adore her breasts, full, heavy yet tilting up in a pouting plea for my mouth. Her nipples a bright, sweet cotton-candy pink to match her pussy. Every inch of her is sweet to me. I capture a tight nipple, sucking deeply as my tongue toys with the nipple and my hand moves to tease her other one. With a sigh her hands go into my hair to hold me to her, as if I could stop once I just started.
Although my teeth graze the tight bud, I hold back from nipping at the tender flesh. I love the way she doesn’t flinch from me being rough, the way she often invites it, but I also love the times I’m able to simply pay homage to this beautiful body under my care. I move to her other breast, suckling deep, and for a brief moment my mind flashes on our daughter sucking from this very breast.
What the hell was that? I’ve never let myself dream of kids—if I had no wife, then I would have no children. Yet as I suckle deeper the vision won’t leave me: a baby girl with bright brown eyes, dimples and my chin and Olivia’s nose. She would be an amazing mother. No, let it go. I force my mind back to the moment, back to now because it’s all I have, all that matters.
With a pop I let go of her breast, then kiss my way up to her open, panting mouth. She opens even wider to deepen the kiss, giving up her soul to me, to keep safe, to care for. My cock slides into her sweet pussy with little more than a guiding hand. She sighs as she always seems to when I first enter her, her pupils dilating, then she closes her eyes as if savoring the feel of me. Thrusting deep into the heart of her, I’m home. Her legs draw up around me, to take me even deeper. I don’t move, taking in this moment, the feel of her hot, tight pussy throbbing around me. Perfection, for me, is this—is Olivia in all her forms, laughing, teasing, loving—fuck, loving me, with her eyes, her lips, the touch of her hands, the way her body welcomes me.
I move now, pulling out, and her body grasps me tight from inside. Pushing back, she clings, then I’m withdrawing. Fuck, her pussy is tight. Harder I thrust, again and again. She’s whispering my name, chanting it as if it’s a holy word. Faster I move, deeper, harder, I feel her pussy tighten around me, she’s o
n the edge...I move faster, thrusting deeper, sending her over the edge. Her body grasps me, milking my cock, sending me over after her. Her little “ah” is music to my ears, knowing she loves the feeling of my coming inside her. It’s a close second to watching her swallow my come after she sucks my cock.