Chapter 25 Duke
DUKE
The smell of citrus and salt was the first thing I noticed as I blinked against the morning sun. I wasn’t sure what time it was, but I knew it was late from the light streaming through the windows.
I glanced down, peering at Olivia asleep on my chest. After we had sex last night, it hadn’t taken long for either of us to want more.
Making her come was like a drug. I was addicted, wanting to see just how many times I could have her crying out.
I thought she might have been done after four, but she’d woken me up only an hour later by grinding her sweet pussy against my leg.
Obviously, I had to give her what she so desperately needed.
I ran my fingers down her bare back, waiting for the guilt to kick in over what we’d done, the lines we obliterated, but it never came. I only felt peace.
My mind was quiet for the first time in years. It could have something to do with all the orgasms she’d dragged out of me, but I had a feeling it had more to do with the woman lying in my arms.
The moment she walked into my bar, I knew I was fucked. There was only one question as to how last night was going to end—her place or mine?
We were being reckless. And I was sure that was going to come around and bite us in the ass, but this morning I couldn’t care less. Any amount of pain was worth it. Especially as Olivia’s eyes slowly opened, and she stared at me with a soft and sleepy expression.
“Good morning,” I whispered. Reaching out, I tucked her hair behind her ear. “How did you sleep?”
She smiled, letting out a low hum as her body stretched against my own. I was acutely aware that neither of us was wearing any clothes. “Good,” she said, resting her chin on my chest. “And you?”
“Absolutely zero complaints from me.”
“Hmm, and here I thought you were going to say something about me taking up all your space.”
I slid my hand toward her ass, giving it a tight squeeze. “I like it when you take up my space.” My fingers moved lower still, dancing over her sex. She was wet, just like I knew she’d be.
My girl was insatiable. I loved that about her.
I loved a lot of things about her, but none that I could say out loud yet.
We might have known each other our whole lives, but this was different. I should be terrified of the things I felt. Of caring so deeply in such a short amount of time. And on some level, I was.
Whether she wanted to or not, Olivia was still dead set on leaving Pinecrest—and me—behind. I wasn’t sure anything could change her mind at this point, but I could try.
“What’re you thinking about?” Olivia asked, running the pad of her finger between my brows.
I couldn’t very well admit how obsessed I was with her, so I said, “That we should probably check the time. Harper has a soccer game at ten.”
Even though Grady offered to take her, I’d never missed one of my daughter’s games. I wasn’t about to start now.
“Good call,” she said, looking around for one of our phones. When she found it, she let out a triumphant sound. “It’s only eight.”
I lifted my knee until it pressed against her center. “That’s good,” I murmured. “Means we’ll have plenty of time.”
Olivia smiled coyly. “Time for what, Mr. Bennett?”
I leaned down, letting my mouth graze the shell of her ear. “For you to ride my cock.”
Goose bumps erupted along her skin. It was so easy to rile her up, to have her writhing in my arms.
“You’re insatiable,” she said, swinging her leg over my waist. “Downright greedy.”
“Says the woman who’s grinding her hot little cunt against my dick.”
She sucked in a breath. I’d never been much for dirty talk in the past. It always felt awkward and forced with Sarah, but I loved watching Olivia’s eyes light up at the lewd statement.
We both looked down, watching her easily slide along my length, leaving a sheen of arousal in her wake. It was easily one of the hottest things I’d ever seen, and she smiled as though she was proud.
“You like that, huh?” I brought my hands to her hips, stilling her movement. It was irresponsible to be this close, to know I could slip inside her with little effort.
She nodded, mewling as I canted my hips and notched my head at her entrance. “It feels so good.”
It did feel good, and that was the problem. I wasn’t worried about getting her pregnant as I’d had a vasectomy a few years after Harper was born. Though we’d never talked about it, I knew both of us were in the clear when it came to any possible STDs.
But knowing what she felt like without anything between us would ruin me.
And yet… I pushed inside an inch, anyway.
“I’m on birth control,” she rasped, running her hands through the hair on my chest.
“Vasectomy,” I replied through gritted teeth. She was so warm, so wet, so inviting. Goddamn. I wasn’t sure how long I’d last, not like this.
“Oh god.” Olivia ground her hips against mine, forcing herself down, down, down until our bodies were flush. The fit is even tighter than before, evident on her face as her mouth falls open in a perfect O. “Why didn’t we do this last night? It feels so good.”
I chuckled, regretting the sound immediately when my cock twitched painfully inside of her. I wanted to move, needed to move, but I didn’t want to hurt her.
The moment she circled her hips, I knew she was okay. “We’re doing it now,” I said, gently bucking my hips up. “And we’ll do it again—” thrust “—and again—” thrust “—and again.” Her hands clawed at my chest as she met my movements. “Just say the word.”
All she had to do was snap her fingers, and I’d travel wherever she was. I’d fly halfway across the world if she asked me to.
Which was insane.
Olivia dropped her head as I bucked faster, pounding into her from below.
The sounds she made, the keening wails for more, more, more made me lose my mind.
It was hot as fuck watching her unapologetically chase her own pleasure.
I could watch her all day. Hell, I wanted to watch her all day. Every day.
A single bead of sweat ran down her neck. I couldn’t help myself, leaning up to catch it with my tongue. My hands gripped her ass, helping her move in the new position. It wasn’t long until her legs began to tremble. She was close. So goddamned close. And I wasn’t far off either.
“Tell me where to come,” I panted, voice broken with restraint. It was hell trying to hold myself back, but I had to. “I need to—I want to come inside of you.”
“Yes. I want to feel it, want to—oh shit.” I reached forward, needing no further instruction.
I pinched her clit, watching a brutal climax wrack her body.
Her pussy squeezed my cock like a goddamn vise, and I could no longer ignore the sensation building at the base of my spine.
It only took three more stuttering thrusts before my own release found me, and I was emptying myself inside her.
It was so fucking powerful, knowing my cum was filling her up. That it’d be leaking out of her all day. I could feel it even now, running down my length and pooling beneath us.
Jesus Christ. What the hell was this woman doing to me?
Olivia pressed a kiss to my lips as we rode out our highs together. I knew we should move. Knew we should take a shower and clean ourselves up, but I wanted to steal another moment with her just like this.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful,” I said, running my thumb along her bottom lip.
She nipped the pad, taking it into her mouth, and I groaned. “You can’t fucking do that. We don’t have time.”
“I know,” she sighed. “Fine, fine. I’ll behave.”
She tried to move off me, but I stopped her. “Will you come to the game with me? I know it’s your free day, but—”
She cut me off with a kiss. “I’d love to, but we’d have to hurry. And you’ll have to run out to my car and grab the bag in my front seat.”
“Packing an overnight bag?” I quirked a brow. “Someone was confident.”
“It was just in case I needed to crash here,” she said slowly. “But I’ll admit I had a few hopes for the evening.”
I wrapped my arms around her waist, holding her to me as I stood from the couch. She laughed as I made our way into the bathroom. “You have a thing for carrying me around.”
I set her down outside the stall, reaching inside to turn the water on. “Is that a problem?”
Honestly, I wasn’t sure why I liked it as much as I did. It just felt natural at this point.
Plus, she felt good in my arms.
“No, no,” Olivia said quickly. “I love it. I think it’s very endearing, actually.”
“Good,” I said, giving her a chaste kiss. “Now get your cute ass in this shower so I can dirty you up once last time.”
Olivia stood up, placing her fingers in her mouth to let out an ear-splitting whistle. “Let’s go, Harper!” she screamed.
My daughter ran down the field, effortlessly dodging the other team as they attempted to steal the ball. She’d been on fire all morning, having already scored three out of the four points on the makeshift scoreboard.
We watched, literally on the edge of our seats, as Harper took aim and launched the ball into the net. The goalie leapt, but it was too late. The ball was in, and the crowd went wild.
I jumped up, clapping and whooping loudly as Harper jogged to the sidelines with her team.
She glanced over, smiling and waving at our group, before taking a seat next to one of the other players.
My face echoed the joy in her own, though I wondered whether it had more to do with Olivia squeezing my hand the moment my daughter turned her back on us.
It was difficult to be so near her and yet not be able to touch.
Even if we blew past the line in our relationship, we still had to dance around it in public.
Friendly, but not too friendly. Cozy, and yet distant.
My scowls were out of practice. If anyone looked too closely, they’d likely find it was impossible to do so when Olivia was around.
Grady stood up. “I’m going to grab a water. Y’all want anything?”