Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
MILES
A t first, I think I’m dreaming as I feel my dick swell in my sleep. Skin meets skin as her palm glides down my now rigid cock and back up again. Blinking my eyes open, I see Olivia curled up against my chest with her eyes closed.
She wraps her hand around me tighter, and a little sigh escapes her full, pink lips.
A smile quirks at my lips when I realize she’s still sleeping and using me for her little dream she’s having. Putting my arm under my head, I let her have her fun before reality sets in around her. I’m not above being used like this, especially when it’s her hand doing the using.
We both fell asleep hard last night with all the wine we drank, and I didn’t even get to enjoy having her body next to me all night long.
I might as well enjoy this little bit of extra she is giving me because I’m supposedly going back in the friend zone today, even though I’m determined to find my way across the line again.
Her hand starts to move faster, and I grit my teeth as I fight not to take control. Even in her sleep, she can make me come undone like no other. It’s tempting as hell to lift her up on me and slide into what I already know is my own personal slice of heaven here on this earth.
Her hand stills, and I watch her eyes blink open. They go wide with shock once she realizes what she was doing.
“Oh, my God!” She clutches the sheet to her chest and scampers up quickly to a sitting position. “Miles! What the fuck?”
“Don’t stop on my account. I was thoroughly enjoying my morning wake-up call,” I grin.
“Why the hell didn’t you wake me?” She cries out and then winces at the loud tone she used. I’m sure all that wine last night left her with a raging headache this morning.
“And stop your sex dream about me that you were having? Why would I do that?” I chuckle.
“I was not having a sex dream about you,” she fumes. “Your dick obviously landed in my hand, and I grabbed hold of it.”
“Landed in your hand?” I laugh, loving the way this conversation is going. “And I guess my dick made your hand pump me like it was in a race to the finish line.”
She glares at me, and I hold that stare as the ring on my eyebrow raises with the movement as I wait for her to challenge me.
Her lips quirk, and I can tell the initial shock is over and humor is taking its place.
I mean, it’s not every day you wake up with your hand around a dick.
Her eyes flash down, and her dimples peek out as she holds back a laugh.
She’s left me in quite a state as my dick stands at attention like a soldier eager to get his next orders.
“I’m glad you are finding humor in this,” I smirk.
“You know…” I reach down and circle my hand around my rigid erection, and her eyes quickly dart back up to mine.
“Since you started this, I think it’s only fair that you finish it.
” I kn ow my chances are slim to none that she’s going to go for it, but here’s to me hoping for that one percent.
Her eyes glance down again, and I decide to give her more to look at as I stroke myself long and hard.
My thumb rolls over my piercing and gets coated with my arousal as it leaks out of the tip.
I see the desire in her eyes, and for a moment, I almost believe I might get my way, but it’s gone just as fast as it came.
Her walls shoot up instantly as her eyes tear away from me, harboring a shield covering any emotions she’s feeling.
“Not going to happen again,” she says quietly, sounding a lot like she’s trying to convince herself of this.
Clutching the sheet around her tightly, she walks to the bathroom door, and a frustrated sigh leaves my lips as I stare at the ceiling. Her walls are like a goddamn fortress when they go back up and just when I think I’ve found a way in I run smack into the bricks of a solid dead in.
I glance at the closed bathroom door as I hear the shower turn on.
Seconds later, the water spray is muffled as moans louder than the last time filter through the air.
A smile touches my lips as I begin to stroke myself.
She may not be able to give me anything more right now, but she’s giving me what she can.
I take her little peace offering and run with it.
Even though a thin wall separates us, I know I’m right there in that shower with her, just as she’s right here in this bed with me.
We both find our rhythm together using our moans as our guides.
When she finally shatters, I’m right there with her as I pour onto my stomach with her name, leaving my lips on a low guttural groan that I feel deep in my bones.
I heft the large crate full of liquor into the back room as I start to stock the shelves. The last of my orders have come in, and I’m pouring myself into work, so I don’t have to think about the way Olivia has my head in a tailspin.
She's back to avoiding me again and doing everything in her power to make sure I know exactly where I stand.
The ride home yesterday damn near killed me. All I wanted to do was touch her, even if it was to hold her hand. Being near her wasn’t enough, and I found myself needing and craving the contact, which is something I’ve never experienced before.
Whenever I would steer the conversation to a more personal level and ask a question to get to know her better, she quickly averted it and brought it back to my bar progress and work.
I can’t tell if she’s hiding something or flat out making it known that I’m not crossing the line again.
That thought alone puts a deep ache in my chest that I can’t seem to shake.
My phone rings, and I place the bottle of vodka on the shelf before grabbing my phone off the counter. Ryder’s face lights up the screen as I swipe to answer it.
“Hey, Ry.” I set the phone on the shelf and hit speaker so I can work as I talk. “What’s up?”
“I was just calling to see if you wanted to grab a beer at Sticks tonight and get your ass beat in a couple of games of pool.”
“You mean try to beat my ass in a game of pool tonight,” I chuckle, pulling out another bottle and stacking it. Having three brothers growing up, we’ve always been highly competitive in anything we do. We are all good sports about it, but deep down, we hate losing at anything we do in life.
“Whatever makes you feel better in that highly delusional brain of yours.” Ryder’s laugh flows through the phone, and I smile. This is exactly what I need to get my mind off things. It’s Friday night, and I haven’t been to a bar for weeks since I’ve dived head-first into renovations .
“That actually sounds perfect. I need a night to clear my head. Meet you at seven?”
“Seven’s good. See you then.” He hangs up, and I finish emptying the crate before heading to my office.
Not wanting to go all the way back home to change, I walk into my private bathroom attached to my office for a quick shower before I change into an extra set of clothes that I’ve been keeping here.
I’m so glad Ryder talked me into putting a private shower back here.
He practically lived at his business as he built it from the ground up, and said a comfortable couch and a place to wash are something I won’t regret spending the extra money on, and he’s right.
I’ve used this shower more times than I can count when the work led to late nights.
It was just easier to sleep here so I could be back at it first thing in the morning.
Thirty minutes later, I’m locking up the place and heading to my black beauty.
I try to block out images of Olivia on the back of my bike as I peel out of the parking lot and head toward Sticks.
I knew I was taking a chance when I let her into my personal space, which up until now, I’ve done a damn good job at guarding.
I lean with my bike as I take a turn into town, my fingers tightening their grip on the throttle.
Flipping up my dark black visor, I slow down when I go past the spot where I first met her.
Blonde hair and pale green eyes flash through my mind in fragments.
The wind blows through my open helmet, and I swear I smell the sweet fragrance of honeysuckle.
Flipping my visor back down, I rev the engine and pick up speed, wanting to feel the rush it always brings, but all I feel is her.
As I enter the downtown area, I can’t stop myself from searching for her red jeep.
It’s become a habit of mine since I met her, hoping to catch a glimpse of her like some love-struck teenager with a hard-on for the prom queen .
Slowing down, I pull into Sticks a short time later. Jukebox music flows into the parking lot as I unbuckle my strap and take my helmet off before securing it on the back of my bike. Running a hand through my hair, I make my way to the front door.
Sticks is one of those small local joints that have been around forever and a staple in this small town. It’s a great place to go if you are in the mood for bar food and a game of pool.
Stepping inside, I let my eyes adjust to the dark. The interior definitely could use an upgrade, but as sweet as old Stick is, he’s just as stubborn when it comes to his business. If it ain’t broken, then why fix it is what he lives by.
I spot Ryder at the bar and walk over to where he’s sitting. Two cold beers sit in front of him, and he hands me one as I take the seat next to him.
“Thanks.” I take a drink of the ice-cold liquid, hoping it will wash away some of my worries.
“Want to talk about it?” Ryder eyes me as I take another long sip.
“Talk about what?” I glance up at the TV screen and pretend to be interested in the hockey game that’s on.
“Eve said you sounded a little down when she called you this morning, asking how your little road trip went.”