Chapter 34
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Olivia
I shut the door behind him once he’s inside my apartment. “Is Alvin alright?”
He looks around my living room. “It’s food poisoning. They’re keeping him overnight for observation. Phoebe is staying with him.”
I nod and gesture toward my couch. “Do you want to sit down?”
His eyes rake me from head-to-toe. “I’d like that.”
I follow as he moves across the room. “Can I get you anything? I can make coffee.”
He scratches his chin as he lowers himself onto my couch. “Sit with me.”
Taking a seat next to him, I adjust my robe.
“Blue velvet?” he asks, running his hand over one of the cushions.
“I found it in a vintage shop,” I say quietly. “It’s the most comfortable piece of furniture I own.”
He leans back and sighs. “I like your taste.”
I look around the room. Nothing matches, yet it all fits together perfectly.
I’ve always decorated by my rulebook, pairing modern with vintage. My mom tells me that my style gives her a migraine whenever she comes to visit. I find it soothing and calming.
“Will Alvin be released tomorrow…I mean later today?”
“The attending physician told Phoebe that they’d kick him out at around noon if he keeps improving. I’ll pick them up.”
He’s a good brother and uncle. “I’m glad he’ll be all right.”
“Me too.” His voice quakes. “I’ve never seen him like that before. He could barely move. His eyes were sunken in. I wanted to help, but...”
I nod, not surprised that his voice trailed off. He looks exhausted. I offer the only other thing I can think of that will help. “It’s late. You need to rest. You can stay if you want.”
He raises his chin until our eyes meet. “You want me to stay?”
I want to comfort him. “Yes.”
He pushes to his feet, yanking his phone from his jacket pocket. “I told Phoebe to call if she needs anything. I’ll need to leave the ringer on high.”
“You can put it on the nightstand next to your pillow.”
A ghost of a grin floats over his lips. “Thank you for this, Olivia.”
“Let’s sleep.” I stand and reach for his hand. “Come with me.”
I’ve been watching him sleep for almost an hour. I woke shortly before six. I’m not used to sleeping next to someone else.
I found comfort in every movement he made. He tossed and turned until he finally settled on his back with his arm over his head.
He looks masculine and sexy with my blanket resting just below his stomach.
I can see the trail of dark hair that disappears out of view.
He’s nude. He dropped all of his clothes on the floor before he climbed into my bed.
I tossed my robe onto a chair in the corner before I joined him.
He talked about Alvin and the teenage babysitter who cooked for him. She had gotten sick too, but she was released soon after she arrived at the ER. Alvin ate more of the fish she prepared for the two of them than she did.
When he laughed about Alvin never wanting to eat fish again, I joined in.
It was easy and fun and when he kissed me goodnight I felt the promise of more, but he put his head back on the pillow and drifted to sleep.
I reach to turn off the alarm on my phone. I know it’s set to buzz in five minutes.
“You’re not going to leave me here alone, are you?” Alexander’s voice in the morning is pure sinfulness.
It’s gravelly and thick.
I turn back toward it. “I was just about to wake you.”
His eyes are barely open, his hair a mess. He’s sporting a shadow over his jaw and a smile on his lips.
“Thank you, Olivia.”
“For?” I ask so there’s no confusion.
He motions me closer with his arm. I move quickly, resting my head against his chest.
I settle in, smelling the scent of his skin, feeling the roughness of his trimmed chest hair against my skin.
He circles his arm around me. “You let me stay with you.”
I press a kiss to his chest. “You were exhausted.”
“You were kind.” He returns the favor by kissing my forehead. “I wouldn’t have slept at home. I would have stayed up all night replaying the image of Alvin on that hospital stretcher in my mind over and over again.”
“I’m glad I could help.”
“Help me now.” His voice drifts into a seductive tone.
I pull back and look up at his face. “How?”
His hand slides down his body, pushing the blanket away. His cock springs free, hard and curving up to his belly. He grabs the base. “Fuck me.”
I stare at him; at all of him. I’ve never woken up next to anything like this before.
“I’ll get a condom,” I whisper as I slide off the bed.
He watches as I walk to my dresser. I tug open the top drawer and reach inside. I pull out a condom before I unhook my bra and slip off my panties.
“Hurry,” he growls. “You can’t walk around like that and not expect me to blow my load.”
The room is darkened. The only light cast on me is from the hallway. “I’m coming.”
“You will be.”
I push the condom package toward him, but he shakes his head. “This time is for you. You sheath it. You ride it. You take what you need from me.”
My hands shake as I rip open the package and fumble with the condom. I suck in a deep breath before I roll it over his cock.
“Come here,” he commands, tapping his chin. “I want you nice and wet.”
I scramble up the bed and slide over him, straddling him. “Like this?”
“Like this,” he echoes before he pulls me down onto his mouth.