I shrug. “It’s not like I was shot through the heart.” Olivia closes her eyes for a second. When she opens them, I see the terror in them, the fear the words caused. I feel the urge to remove the fear, to replace it with something…happier. “You’re not to blame. And you don’t give love a bad name.”
I watch her face as understanding dawns. I took a chance that she’d know the Bon Jovi song. And she does. During the sex-marathon weekend at her dad’s place, she once mentioned, as we were lying in bed catching our breath, that her father loves classic rock. Said she grew up listening to it and had always liked it. Just one more thing I love about her.
“I’m glad that song doesn’t apply to me.” The corners of her mouth tilt up. Her mood is already lightening with the easy banter.
“Oh, no. If there was a song that applied to you, it would be ‘Little Red Corvette’.”
“I’m nothing like that!”
“You don’t think so, but I do. I see it. I see the fiery, racy, wild side of you that you try to ignore, try to hide. It’s my mission in life to get you to take that thing out for a spin.”
“Your mission in life, huh?”
“Yep.” I reach out to trace her luscious bottom lip. As we fall quiet, I can see the weight fall back down on her shoulders. Suddenly, she still looks exhausted. “Here,” I say, moving around behind her where her back is to my chest and the spray of the shower is cascading down the front of her body. “Let me make you feel better.”
She doesn’t argue.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Olivia
Some sort of bell pulls me from a pleasantly oblivious state of rest. When I open my eyes, I’m greeted with the sight of Cash’s naked body rising from the bed and walking across to the bathroom to grab his jeans from the floor and pull them on. When he comes back through the bedroom to head for the door, he sees me watching him. He grins. “See anything you like?”
I smile in return and waggle my eyebrows at him. He detours back to the bed. Throwing off the covers, Cash bends to drag one hand up my thigh while he pulls one of my nipples into his mouth. I catch my breath, instantly ready for him. He stops when his fingers are painfully close to where I want him most to touch me. He raises his head and gives me his wickedest, most promise-filled grin. “You think on that until I get back.” He gives my lips a quick peck and jogs off toward the garage door.
I’m lying in bed, smiling like the Cheshire Cat when I hear Ginger.
“Is she here?”
“Yes. Would you like to speak to her?” I hear Cash respond.
“Of course. I didn’t drive all the way down here to ask a simple question. Unless you want to make it worth my while.” I grin and shake my head. I can almost see the smile she’s wearing as she sharpens her cougar claws on Cash’s chest. Before Cash, who is no doubt speechless, can respond, she continues. “Where is that disappearing wench? She scared the shit out of me!”
I look at the clock. No wonder she’s upset. It’s nearly seven p.m. I must’ve slept longer than I thought.
I pull the covers up tighter around me and sit up just as Ginger is coming into the bedroom. “There you are,” she says flinging her arms. “And just as I suspected. I’ve been worrying my ass off and you’ve been having multiple orgasms at the end of a Greek god’s penis. Figures.”
“I’m sorry, Ginger. I didn’t mean to worry you. It’s that stupid phone I’m using. I can’t wait to get mine back.”
“That’s a likely story. But hell, I’d lie, too, if this was waiting for me back here.” With a smile, she perches on the edge of the bed beside me. “No worries. I’m just happy to see your hen house being taken care of by such a fabulous cock.” She leans in and whispers to me, “And it is a fabulous cock, am I right?” I say nothing, simply grin. She leans back and clears her throat. “I expected nothing less. God doesn’t mess something like that up,” she says, hiking her thumb back toward Cash who is hovering in the doorway, clearly already bored with Ginger’s presence.
“No, He didn’t mess up anything on that!” I gloat.
“You’re a saucy bitch to tease me this way. Where’s the other one? They’re twins. He ought to be just as perfect. Only a little less…attached.”
Ginger grins at me and I roll my eyes just as I hear the door open. I see Cash turn toward the garage and then I hear another voice.
“I hope it’s a bad time,” Nash says in his gruff way. He steps into the doorway and looks in at me. “Damn, you lucked up. I love a girl that doesn’t mind company.”
If the sting in my cheeks is any indication, my face is cherry red at his insinuation. Before anyone can respond, Ginger turns to me, her eyes wide. “Sweet mother of sex, they’re triplets!”
Ginger looks back toward Nash and my eyes meet Cash’s. I’m fine until he winks. Then I lose it. We both burst into laughter.
“What?” Ginger asks, turning to look back at me. She narrows her eyes on me and gasps. “You’ve been hiding them from me on purpose! You naughty, naughty little vixen!” She pauses for only a second before she throws her arms around my neck. “Never in all my wildest dreams did I take you for a foursome. With triplets, no less!” She leans back and grins at me. “You’ve officially earned your claws. Not the cougar kind, of course. You’re far too young for that. But you get honorary claws just for being the only hen in a whole house full of cocks. I’m so proud,” she says melodramatically, covering her mouth with her hands. I know she’s just teasing when she winks at me over her polished nails.
“God, you’re incorrigible.”
She drops her hands and kills the drama. “I know. But that’s why you love me.” She stands and tugs at the hem of her short skirt. “Well, boys, I’d have been happy to join this little party, but I’m thinking it’s already a bit crowded. I wouldn’t want to overwhelm anyone with my fabulousness. Maybe next time.” With her typical cocky strut, Ginger makes her way from the room, reaching behind her to slap Nash on the butt as she passes. I see her turn and give him a cheeky wink as she goes.