Ice Contact (Milwaukee Steel Riders #1)

29. Olivia

29

olivia

B inge-watching TV in bed is my go-to for winding down after a long day, but I have no clue what’s happening in this crime documentary. Wait…did he just kill her or kidnap her? I can’t seem to peel my eyes away from my phone. Stalking it. Waiting for it to ring. Hayes said he’d call when he was settled in for the night. What time is settled?

Sighing loudly, I drop my phone on my chest, tapping out a fast rhythm on the case with my nails. I should just text him . That’s not clingy, right? My fingers still. Nope. Olivia Marie, we are not going down that road again. Shaking my head back and forth, I remind myself he’s not a runner. He’s a skater…they glide, right? This is simply me being impatient to hear the voice of the man who took a mazing care of me in every way possible last night.

I unlock my phone, staring blankly at the empty text field. How do I ask him when he’s going to call me without sounding like a weirdo? Maybe I am a weirdo, but there’s no time to get a new personality. Maybe I just text hello?

“Why is this so difficult?” I grumble, letting out a frustrated groan.

I can do this. I type a quick text and hit send before I chicken out.

Olivia

No emergencies yet tonight?

I throw my phone, too scared to watch for a reply. Yep, he’s definitely going to think I’m a weirdo. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the screen of my phone light up like a glow stick buried in my comforter. I snatch it up, the corners of my lips spreading up my face. He’s calling me . I stare at the phone, almost afraid to touch it as if it will disappear. My shaky fingers finally swipe across the screen to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Olivia,” he says with a deep rumble. My thighs squeeze together at hearing him say my name, his voice full of promises and pleasure. “You know you can just call me if you want to talk, right? I don’t bite…well,” he chuckles darkly, “we haven’t gotten to that yet anyway.”

My God, why does the thought of that have me already dripping wet? Concentrate Olivia; speak a response to the sexy voice on the other end of the line.

“I didn’t know if you were still busy with the team; I didn’t want to bother you,” I say, squinting my eyes and biting the inside of my cheek.

“I actually just got to my room after our team dinner. You need to know you are never bothering me. Ever. If you call and I can’t answer, I’ll call you back the second I can. I need you to understand there is nothing I want more than to hear from you, siren. I’m going to have to punish you when I get back home; I need to make sure I get my point across.”

My fingers grip my phone tighter, my pulse racing at the thought of him spanking me again. “Promise?”

He lets out a loud groan, the sound rumbling through every inch of me. “You are beyond incredible, Olivia. And here I am, thousands of miles away from you, when all I want is to have you in every way possible.”

Beaming from ear to ear, I reply, “You’re incredible too. I wish you were here. I know it’s not been long, but…I feel like I’ve known you forever.”

“Me too. I wish I’d met you a long time ago. But sometimes I think you have to go through a lot of shit to find the diamond in the rough.”

“Did you just quote Aladdin ?” I tease with a raised eyebrow.

“I mean…” he says with a laugh. “You are a diamond in the rough, but I didn’t need a genie or a lamp to find you. Just a long day of unpacking and a beer at Walt’s.”

“Funny, I thought you would have rubbed your magic lamp at some point.” I slap my hand over my mouth to cover my gasp. Shit, did I just say that out loud ?

“Every night since we met and sometimes in the morning. I can’t get you out of my mind, siren…and I don’t want to.”

Holy mother of pearl. Warmth races between my legs, my back arching off the bed at the thought of Hayes getting off while thinking about me. “Seriously?”

“Dead serious. And what about you, Miss Filthy Mouth?”

I freeze, my mouth dropping open. I did not expect the conversation to shift in this direction. I clear my throat. “M-me? We are talking about you here.”

“Oh, no, no, no. You started this. You have a magic lamp you can rub too.” His voice drops down to a growl. “So, Olivia, my question is…have you touched yourself thinking about me?”

I am trying not to let my eyes bug out any further as my heart races. I’ve never talked about the ‘m word’ with anyone I’ve ever been with. That’s always been done by each involved party in private. Tapping my fingers against my forehead, my body tenses. I honestly don’t know why I even made the comment about Hayes rubbing one out. What was I thinking?

I sigh, staring up at the ceiling, hyperaware of the growing arousal between my legs. Maybe, deep down, I need to talk about it. This man, and everything about him, is like a freaking truth serum. His presence alone makes me want to confess all of my deepest, darkest secrets.

“I…maybe. Like…you know…maybe once. Or twice,” I mumble, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Once or twice? Oh, sweet girl…you are a terrible liar. I can just picture your pretty face blushing right now.” Well, he’s not wrong. “I’ve told you, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about with me. So, tell me…how often do you touch yourself thinking of me? My cock. My mouth.”

Holy shit, am I talking about this? You can do this, Liv. I swallow back my fear. “If I’m being honest, it’s more like…every day since I met you.”

From the growl Hayes releases, I have a hunch he’s holding onto more than just his phone right now, and my toes curl into the sheets at the thought. “Olivia, have you ever had phone sex?”

My body shivers as goosebumps cover me and every drop of blood races below my waist. “No,” I finally find my voice to shakily reply, “I’ve always felt like I would be awkward.”

“You have never been awkward with me once, Olivia.” I hear fabric rustling in the background, my heart pounding as I picture what Hayes could be doing. “What makes you afraid?”

“It’s not that I’m afraid now…I don’t ever feel afraid with you, Hayes. There’s something about you that makes me want to try things I’ve never done before,” I admit. And it’s the truth. Heat rushes through my body. The things I would let this man talk me into are endless.

“Good. I don’t want you to ever feel awkward with me. We can work up to full-on phone sex another time. I have an idea that I think you’ll like; something to make it easier when the time comes.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, guilt already creeping in.

“Positive. But I have an idea for tonight, too, if you’re up for it.” My breath catches in my throat, my heart pounding as my legs open voluntarily. “What if I do all the talking? You just lay back, slip your hand inside your panties that I know are soaked by now, and I’ll talk us both through it. Would that be okay?”

“Yes,” the response flies out of my mouth so quickly, that I’m surprised at my boldness.

“Good. I assume you’re in bed and wearing next to nothing?”

I put the phone on speaker, set it next to me, and turn off the TV. “I’m wearing a Riders t-shirt and some black lace panties.”

“ Fuck me,” he groans, and I can picture his eyes rolling back in his head with pleasure. “Don’t say another word. I want to hear every little sound you make until we’re ready to hang up. Got it?”

My hands tremble with anticipation. I’m going to explode before I even touch myself.

“Yes, sir.”

“Goddammit siren, you know how to push my buttons,” he rumbles, and I can’t help but smile knowing how turned on he is. “Take your hands and slide them up under your shirt for me like a good girl. Palm those gorgeous tits of yours. Imagine me rubbing your nipples between my fingers, pinching them just enough that it hurts but brings you almost more pleasure than you can handle.”

I groan, my chest pushing further into my hands, my nipples hardening as I obey his commands. This is unbelievably hot. I want more.

“That’s my good girl. Don’t hide your moans from me. You know I love to hear your little gasps of pleasure. Just hearing them has my dick twitching. You are perfect.” Dear Lord, I did not know I had a praise kink, but every word has me writhing for more. “Now lower your hand down and slide it inside those soaked panties. Feel how wet you are for me, Olivia. My cock is so fucking hard right now picturing your dripping wet cunt. I can’t keep my hand off myself, wishing it were you here instead. I love the way you grip my dick with those tiny hands of yours, the way you fist my fucking balls as you finish, the way your wet pussy drips on me before I even slide inside you.”

I gasp at his words, my toes curling deeper into my sheets. His breaths are faster, panting between every word as the slapping sound of him jerking off echoes faintly through the phone.

“Slide a finger inside that pussy of yours. I want you to feel what my dick feels every time I press inside you. That soft, sweet core is my own heaven on earth.”

My finger curling up inside me to hit that spot has feral sounds coming out of me I didn’t even know I could make. I am feverish, aching for his touch.

“Did I ever tell you, that first night we met at Walt’s, I came home and couldn’t get you out of my mind? Even before I had a real taste of you, I knew I couldn’t live without you. I tried thinking of anything else to get my mind off of you, but I couldn’t escape the mark you left on my thoughts after you wrapped that damn gorgeous body around me. I pumped my fucking dick so hard I saw stars just imagining having you. And now that I’ve had a taste of the real thing? You’ve made me a hungry man, siren. The only thing that will ever satisfy me is you.”

I let out a loud moan, my heart and my pussy somehow melting simultaneously, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

“Be a good girl and take that finger, covered in sweet lube from your cunt, and rub it on that sensitive clit for me. God, I want to taste your sweet pussy right now, licking up every bit of your wetness knowing it’s for me and me alone.”

Crying out, I desperately follow his orders, wishing it were his tongue on me. Touching myself while imagining Hayes doing the same in his hotel room…hell, for weeks now…brings me almost over the edge.

Hayes pants again, barely able to speak. “I’m getting close, siren, and I want you to come with me. I want to hear you scream my name as your body shakes from teasing your sweet pussy. I’m stroking my cock so fast, but nothing compares to the feeling of being inside your cunt. Do you know how tight you are? How wet you are? How the walls of your pussy choke my dick when I’m inside you? I want to fill you up until my cum leaks out of you, dripping down those gorgeous legs, begging me to fill it once more.” His heavy breaths become more intense, growing louder as if he’s right here with me, ready to explode. “Oh fuck, Olivia…be a good girl and come with me.” He screams my name from deep in his chest as I cry out his, both of us finding our release together despite being so far apart. My entire body trembles, my back arching so high I feel as if I’m levitating over the bed. Aftershocks roll through me, my soul still basking in the wake of his praise. I’m not one to cry after sex, but tears burn in my eyes, my heart soothed by the way Hayes makes me feel so unbelievably wanted.

My entire body goes limp, my arms and legs shaky even though I’m lying in bed. “Hayes. That was insane. Crazy hot. I’ll just be over here sleeping for the next week. Wake me up once you’re home.”

He lets out a low rumble. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’m assuming you’d be up for doing that again sometime?’

“Jury’s still out, but I have a good feeling about their decision.”