10. Chapter 10
The commotion is over in a flourish, leaving behind the chimes of Mazie’s mobile slowly spinning. The last note striking like a broken symbol on that old, creepy, clapping monkey. Which sounds kinda ominous if you ask me.
“So that just happened.”
“Should I worry?” Olly turns toward me, eyebrow raised in question. As soon as his eyes land on my lips, they widen. “Oh, you’re bleeding.”
I raise my hand, feeling the spot where Baby Spy had me in her clutches.
“Come,” Olly says, all but dragging me down the hall and into the bathroom.
Chances are, I’d obey whatever this man says.
I’m obsessed. I’m consumed by all the different sides of Olly. He can be a giant bundle of nerves getting frazzled so easily. The number of times he locks his keys in his car, and I have to fish them out? It’s a lot. Then a switch is flipped, and he’s in control, pulling me down the hall.
What frazzles him? What makes him take charge? He’s a mystery. How can one not be obsessed with cracking his code?
He also has more sex appeal than he knows what to do with. I’ve always found Olly to be fucking sexy. I mean, come on, he’s hot. He’s tall, and when he stands close, looking down at me through those thick lashes, I wanna be on my knees for him. I want to see him unleash and be wild, stray from the straight lines. I can see it becoming a challenge, really.
And good Lord… lay me on a bed of feather boas. Remembering the feel of his scruffy beard makes my skin tingle with the anticipation of beard burn on my most intimate parts.
“Sit,” Olly says, all but lifting me onto the bathroom counter.
“It’s only a minor cut. It’s fine, really.”
Olly gives me a knowing glance. “It needs to be cleaned. What if it gets infected?”
Being head piercer at Ink Me—fine, whatever, the only piercer —I know he’s right.
I hate being fussed over, but it’s Olly, and I don’t think I could tell him no. Ever.
He doesn’t fuss just to annoy me. I know this. It’s because he genuinely cares. And that scares me. Jasper Valentine will never be good enough for Olly Pierson.
I fidget, hands shaking as Olly reaches under the sink and pulls out an old first aid kit .
“Fine, we wouldn’t want any permanent damage to my pretty lips,” I say, playing into my strengths and giving him a sly smile when he stands upright.
The way Olly’s cheeks flamed earlier pales in comparison to the flame currently flickering in his eyes as they concentrate on these same pretty lips.
I thought I saw the same desire flash across his face a couple of times, but I always brushed it off because nobody saw me in that way. Not really. It never goes beyond surface level with random hookups.
When I kissed Olly, my body vibrated as if electricity was shooting through my veins. Most of the time, a kiss is only a kiss, the catalyst to getting off. But with him… that kiss was not enough; It’s never going to be enough. I want more. I need more.
I hiss when he dabs my cut with antiseptic.
“Sorry,” he says, wincing. “Will the ring be ok? Does it need to come out?”
“Keep it in. I’ll keep an eye on it and take it out if need be. I’ve had worse happen.”
“Like what?”
“Well, ummm…” I glance away. “Say someone has a piercing… And said lip ring gets caught on said, umm, ya know, down below.”
Olly holds up his hands. “My dick gets the picture and would prefer not to think about the consequences.”
I snort at the memory. “The high-pitched scream that followed… agreed.”
A moment of awkward silence hangs in the air. Way to kill the mood, Jasper. Maybe it’s best not to bring up past lovers and sucking their dicks .
Ugh. See? I’m not good at this.
When he looks at me, I expect a judgmental look, yet his eyes reveal nothing of the sort.
I’ve had my fair share of hookups, but Olly… He deserves more than meaningless sex. How am I supposed to be that for him? I’ve never done this before. I’ve never wanted someone as more than sex on an intimate level.
But I want to give him everything. This need has been building for the last few months. I don’t think I can hold back now that I’ve had a taste.
“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on your phone call earlier, but is everything ok?” Olly says, breaking through my nervous freakout.
I sigh. I can give him this. I might not be ready to divulge all my secrets, but at least I can give him something. Test the waters of letting him in.
“I went to the doctor recently.” Olly stops what he’s doing, his eyebrows shooting up. He seems eager to comment, but I’m grateful he stays quiet. “I have high blood pressure, and the doctor put me on blood pressure medication.”
Olly clears his throat, obviously trying to hide his reaction. He takes another pass at my lip with the antiseptic wipe, causing me to wince. I give him a dirty look.
“Sorry,” he says with a smirk. “But I am glad you finally went to the doctor.”
“Yeah, ummm, me too,” I say, casting my eyes away. “But the doctor mentioned something else.”
Olly lowers his hand and his earlier smirk is now replaced with worry. The same worry bounces around in the pit of my stomach, and it scares the shit out of me .
“What’s wrong?” he asks softly.
“The doctor wants me to schedule an echo. That’s who called earlier. He said there’s nothing to worry about, but they want to double check a couple of things,” I try to say with an air of nonchalance. Olly is not fooled.
“Oh. How do you feel about that? I’m sure it has to be pretty scary. Did he give you any sign of what he thought it might be?”
“He said he heard a small murmur. I don’t know what that is, and I’ve been afraid to google it.”
“Yeah, what do we always say, Jasper?”
“Doctor Google is not our friend,” I murmur.
“If it was something terrible, I’m sure your doctor would’ve gotten you in for testing right away. A murmur could be a lot of things.”
Olly’s calming voice settles the ever-present nerves within me. Wringing out my hands, I blow out a deep breath, easing the anxiety coursing through me. “Yeah, you’re right.”
The soft touch of Olly’s finger under my chin as he lifts it to meet his gaze, matches his gentle brown eyes.
“I will tell you every day you need to hear it. Whatever it is, you will be ok.”
A tear cascades down my cheek, the truth of my emotions flickering past, running wild… I’m terrified. Fuck, I’m terrified.
“Let someone in Jasper,” Olly all but whispers, resting his forehead against mine.
“And if I choose you?” I ask. My chest tightens and the beat of my heart rings in my ears. I do. I want more. I’m scared and alone. I’m tired of being alone.
“I’ve been here all along,” Olly says, so quietly I almost miss it.
I can’t tell who kisses who first, but when our lips meet, a warmth spreads through the pit of my stomach, enveloping me with a warm hug I didn’t realize I was waiting for. I feel touch starved.
Olly cups my face, his thumb brushing over my cheekbone. This one kiss carries more emotion than all the other kisses combined. Olly deepens the kiss, licking at the seam of my lips, causing a wave of desire to travel from my toes and take up residence in my thickening cock.
Olly pulls away and I chase his mouth, letting out a whimper.
I don’t want him to pull away anymore. I’m done fighting what I want.
Don’t get me wrong, Olly will always deserve better than me, but I can deal with that later. Right now, I’m giving in.
I dive back into the kiss, my hands coming up to fist his shirt. My lip is still a little sore from Baby Spy, but I don’t fucking care. All I care about is that Olly’s lips are on mine.
Our tongues dance the delicate dance of heat and passion. Another whimper escapes me. If I were standing right now, I’m pretty sure my leg would kick up behind me, bent at the knee.
The glide of his fingertips skimming the hem of my shirt brings goosebumps prickling across my skin. My hands reach for the front of his shirt, bunching it in my fist. It’s the only thing I can do because right now I want to slide my hands around and squeeze his ass.
Fuck it.
Letting go of his shirt, my hands glide around Olly’s waist, cupping his ass over his jeans. And what a fine ass it is.
Olly pulls away, breathless, resting his forehead against mine. “What are we doing, Jasper? ”
“I don’t know,” I say, “but I don’t want to stop. Please don’t stop.” I need to feel the hands of someone who cares.
Even if I push them away because I don’t want to be hurt when it turns out they really don’t care. S elf-preservation. As soon as he slipped his hand in mine this morning, I knew my body would crave more, and I was fucked.
He takes a deep breath before resolve flashes in his eyes. Olly picks me up with a strength I didn’t know he had. My legs instantly wrap around his waist.
Somehow, in all the commotion, our lips find their way back to where they belong. Hey, that’s not an easy feat when you’re banging up against walls.
It’s only when my back hits the mattress that I realize where Olly has taken me. I’m completely on board with the direction this evening has taken.
Every move Olly makes is deliberate and precise, leaving no room for doubt. He’s showing his hand as a lover, a confident one. Which only pulls me deeper under his spell.
The press of Olly’s weight surrounds me like heaven as I sink into the mattress. I feel grounded. Tethered to something real.
Another very real thing is the feel of his hard cock against mine. Fucking pants! His lips skim across the column of my neck, kissing and sucking a path to my Adam’s apple.
“Your skin… same as your lips… taste like cotton candy. I can’t seem to get enough.” Olly breathes against the wet trail his lips leaves behind, making my toes curl.
“It’s my face cream. You don’t expect this face to look fabulous with regular old soap and water, do you? ”
“Oh, baby; there is nothing about you that’s plain, old, or regular.”
“This is true,” I say, breathless, as he slides my shirt up and off. “My fashion sense is impeccable.”
Olly chuckles as his own shirt goes up and over his head.
Damn! Olly looks fine under all that flannel. His chest looks toned and well-defined, but it doesn’t resemble the muscles of a gym rat.
“What?” he says, staring down at me.
“Nothing, I just didn’t expect to see all this,” I say, swirling a finger at his six-pack abs hidden beneath the flannel.
Olly shrugs. “I’m surrounded by food for a living. I need something to combat my cravings, so I run and have a weight bench in the garage.”
“Oh, and what is it you crave?”
“This,” he says, catching me off guard, flicking his tongue against the piercing before sucking my nipple into his mouth. My hips fly off the bed, seeking more friction.
“Fuck! I wouldn’t want you to go… hungry.” I can hardly finish one sentence before he moves to the other, circling it with his tongue.
“No, I don’t think either of us would want that.” His mouth travels down to my stomach before he gets to the button on my black leather pants.
Olly looks up at me.
Why did he stop? Did he change his mind? Did he finally realize that I’m a bad idea?
He raises a brow in question, and it all clicks into place.
“Can I?”
The foreign words hold all the oxygen in my lungs hostage before I nod my head. “Yes. ”
There has never been care or intimacy, only sex and bodies, with my partners.
Olly grabs the waist of my tight leather pants and pulls, taking my briefs with them.
I see the relief written across his face when he gets them off. I have to give him credit; he stripped me like a seasoned pro.
“What? I was worried we were going to have to cut them off,” he says.
I gasp. “Not my lucky leather pants.”
“Oh, they’re lucky, are they?”
“As of this moment, they are my lucky pants. So, Olly, show me just how lucky I am.”