Relentlessly, I drive her up and up and up until she cries out, biting her lip to keep quiet, her sweet body wracked with wave after wave of her orgasm.
I thrust into her until I can’t take it anymore. I feel my own climax coming and I meet her eyes once more in the mirror. I can barely breathe past my racing heart. “See what you do to me? I want your eyes on mine when my come is running down your legs.”
My words turn her on. I feel her spasm around me, squeezing me tight and pushing me over the edge. With a groan, I feel my every muscle stiffen as I shoot come deep inside her.
Although my instinct is to close them, I force my eyes to stay open, to remain trained on hers. She doesn’t look away. Not for one second.
As I move slowly in and out of her in the aftermath, I feel warm liquid squeezing out around me, soaking the tops of my thighs. I’m sure she can feel it, too.
I grind my hips into her and she smiles.
Yeah, you can feel that, can’t you, baby? And better yet, you like it.
My best discovery of the night? Olivia is hiding a dirty girl beneath that shy, quietly sexy exterior.
And I’m going to set her free.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE - Olivia
Cash can’t keep his hands off me as I try to put myself back together and exit the bathroom. I know I should be worried or embarrassed, and tomorrow I probably will be. But right now, I’m in awe. I’ve never had such a mind-blowing, body-rocking sexual experience in all my life.
On the one hand, I think it must’ve been Nash that came to my room. Based on this time with Cash…holy shit! But then again, Cash didn’t ask about my birth control situation tonight, which makes me think he already knew. And that would mean it was him that came to my room.
But, I have to keep in mind that something impulsive like this is probably very much in character for Cash. A guy like him probably assumes if I don’t speak up, I’ve got birth control taken care of.
Once again, my revelation only leaves me with more questions. But, at the moment, I don’t care. I’m consumed by Cash. I still feel his touch. I still smell his scent. I still…feel him and it’s a feeling I hope never goes away. I can’t get him out of my head and, for right now, I’m okay with that.
I’m straightening my hair for the second time while Cash stands behind me rubbing my bare stomach. My panties are still damp and, at this rate, they’ll never be dry.
He smoothes my hair then pulls it away from my neck and starts nibbling. “Do we have to go back out there?”
I can’t help but giggle. “I’m sure there are people that will need to use the restroom before the night’s out.”
“Screw ‘em. There’s another one.”
I laugh outright. “Where are you staying?”
He looks up and meets my eyes in the mirror.
“I’ll find a hotel somewhere. Why? You wanna come visit me?”
Um, hell yes!
I think that, but I don’t say it. Rather, I turn around in his arms. “Look, you came all the way out here to help me. The least I can do is give you a place to stay. But my dad will be there, so…”
“So we have to be quiet,” he whispers, waggling his eyebrows comically.
I just smile. I neither confirm nor deny that there will be more sex. But there will be. If he tries very hard at all, there definitely will be.
Slowly, we make our way to the door. I take a deep breath and flip open the lock.
“You go first. I’ll wait a few minutes. That way it won’t be too obvious,” he says considerately.
I grin. “Um, I’m sure there will be very little doubt, but that’s sweet of you to do anyway.”
I turn to pull open the door, but Cash puts his hand against it. When I look back, his lips crush mine in a fiery kiss that has me rethinking his suggestion that we stay in the bathroom.
But, alas, we can’t.
The rest of the night proves to be one of the best I’ve spent in a long, long time. Cash stays close to me, always touching me in some small way, setting my skin on fire. We share lots of knowing smiles and glances that keep the moments in the bathroom fresh in my mind. Not that they wouldn’t be otherwise. I’m pretty sure they’ll still be fresh in my mind when I’m a hundred and nine and can’t remember where I put my teeth. But there will always be Cash… in the bathroom… in the mirror…
Neither of us drinks much more. I think we’re both content to keep our wits about us and not ruin the magic of the night. When everyone is all partied out, Cash walks me to Ginger’s car so I can drive her home. I’m more than sober now. And happily so.
“I’ll follow you so I can drive you back home.”
“Okay,” I agree with a wide smile. I can’t seem to stop smiling.
He gives me a quick peck on the lips and then we part ways. All the way to Ginger’s house, I find myself looking in the rearview mirror at the single headlight behind me.
And smiling. Of course, smiling.
“Well, I guess we know which one you pick, Liv,” Ginger slurs from the passenger seat. I jump. We’re almost to her house and this is the first time she’s spoken. I thought she was passed out.
“Why do you say that?”
“Because he’s a bad boy. And we both know you always pick the bad boy.”
Her head slumps to the side after she deals me this blow.
I do always pick the bad boy. And I do always live to regret it. Am I making a huge mistake with Cash?
Her words haunt me from the time I drop her off to the time I walk Cash to his room after our trip home on the motorcycle. I leave him for the night after a very chaste kiss.
He stops me with a hand to my shoulder. “What’s wrong?” he whispers. I’m sure he’s curious why I’m going to bed without…him. He saw my father fast asleep on his bed downstairs.
I try to put some heart into my smile, but I imagine that I fail miserably. “Nothing. I’ll see you in the morning. Sleep well.”
I go to my own room, closing the door snugly behind me and then getting ready for bed. After more than an hour has passed and I’m still not asleep, I decide to take a shower, hoping it will refresh and relax me. Maybe it’s the grime of the bar that’s keeping me awake.
I’m standing beneath the hot spray of water, trying not to think too much, when I hear the metal curtain rings slide along the shower rod. I wipe my eyes and look up to see Cash stepping into the shower.
I can’t help but go a little ga-ga over his naked body. It’s even more perfect than I could’ve imagined. His chest is wide and tan and flawless but for the tattoo on his left pectoral. His stomach is flat and rippling with muscles. His legs are long and strong. Not one inch of him disappoints, including the several hard, proud, impressive ones that make my insides quiver.