Chapter 25
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
OLIVIA
“ Y ou look beautiful,” he chuckles softly, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around me.
“You’ve changed your outfit five times and have been in front of this mirror for the past hour.
It’s just my parents and Knox,” he says, kissing me along my jawline and doing his best to try to soothe my nerves.
“ Just your parents and Knox? It’s three very important people in your life.”
It’s the day before the opening of his bar, and his best friend from high school arrived this morning. We made plans tonight to have dinner with them at Miles’s place, where they all are staying while in town.
Travis and Sophia had plans to take their kids to the movies, and they graciously offered to take Bee with them so I could spend time with his parents uninterrupted. They picked her up thirty minutes ago, leaving me to fuss over my outfit choices.
“I already told you, they are going to love you.” His eyes meet mine in the mirror and instantly calm me. “How could they not?” He smiles, and the rest of my worries fade away.
After I invited him to stay for breakfast yesterday, we spent the morning making pancakes with Bee.
She didn’t think twice about his ‘ coming over’ to pick up Gizmo and staying for breakfast. We still aren’t openly affectionate in front of her, but I know it’s something I’ll be talking to her about soon, and will gradually be happening.
Since leaving yesterday, he’s been working nonstop at the bar, putting last-minute things in place. He surprised me by coming over after he left work today so we could ride to his house together. I’m sure he sensed I was nervous and needed a distraction.
I smooth out my pale pink sundress that I chose and take a deep inhale.
“I’m ready,” I nod in the bathroom mirror and gather up all the courage I can muster.
Get me in front of a business client and I’m a confident badass woman, but apparently, if you put me in front of the parents who made the guy I’m falling for, I become a cowardly mess.
“Before we go…” He hesitates briefly before continuing. “I have to tell you something so you’re not caught off guard.”
“Okaaaaay,” I say leerily before turning around and eyeing him.
“I might have told my parents and Knox that they're meeting my girlfriend tonight,” he sheepishly smiles and drags his hand through his hair. “I just wanted to warn you so you wouldn’t be thrown off guard.”
“You told them I was your girlfriend?” I arch a brow in surprise.
“It just sort of came out that way, and it felt right. I told them we are taking our time with Bee, so they won’t say anything to her,” he quickly reassures me.
“Funny. I don’t remember you asking me.” I cross my arms across my chest, and now it’s his turn to be wary as he studies me .
“You want me to ask you?” He pulls his lip ring in, and a hint of a smile teases to come out.
“Yeah, I think I do,” I nod my head. “I’ve only been asked once in high school, and you’ve never asked anyone. I would hate to rob you of this monumental milestone.”
I watch his eyes turn playful as I bite back a smile. I’m having way too much fun with this, and he knows it.
“You’re right,” he nods as a devilish grin appears on his face.
“I should experience it. You should also know that this will be the first and last time I will ever ask a girl to be my girlfriend.” He lifts me onto the bathroom counter and steps between my legs.
My eyes widen when I feel him straining against his pants as we make contact.
This is completely different from my first experience in high school when the guy I liked asked me to be his girlfriend. We were in the backseat of his Honda, and his hands shook as he touched me for the first time.
I feel his palms on my thighs as he slides them up under my dress and cups my ass in a death grip leaving me no choice but to feel him all of him as he locks me to him.
No, this is completely different as I stare at the man in front of me. There’s not an ounce of timidness in those greys that are burning into mine. He knows exactly what he’s doing and what he wants. Being the prey never felt so good.
“Olivia Sinclair,” he says in a smooth voice that’s dripping with sin.
“Yes?” I whisper as his grey eyes smolder like the most beautiful storm.
“There’s no one in this world that I’ve wanted to ask this question to until now. Will you be my girlfriend?”
Even though I knew it was coming, his words still penetrate me deeply. My heart feels fuller than it has in a long time, not since I held Bee in my arms the day she was born. A smile threatens to come out, but I play with danger and have my fun one last time.
“I’ll think about it and get back to you. I have to admit, even though that was your first time, it was a better proposal than the last guy who asked me, so you should feel good about that.”
The look on his face is priceless as he stands there in complete and utter disbelief. It doesn’t take him long before he’s back in control and sees through my bullshit.
“I guess I just need to work harder to get that yes out of you.” He drops to his knees, and before I can even comprehend what he’s doing, my thong is on the floor and his tongue is buried deep. His fingers dig into my thighs as he holds them high and wide.
“Oh, God,” I moan as I grip the countertop for support. He works me into a frenzy so fast that my mind can’t catch up with my body as it moves toward surrendering. Just when I start to fall, he eases back, breathing heavily between my legs.
“Miles…please,” I whimper, moving my hips slightly to rub against his scruff for relief.
“I want to hear you say it.” His breath fans my hot flesh as I throb in agony.
“Yes,” I whisper. “It was always going to be a yes.”
He stands up with a smirk on his face, and I narrow my eyes at him.
“But I gave you my answer. Get back down there.” I point to my throbbing center in case there is any doubt where I want him.
Chuckling, he unbuckles his pants and frees himself. My eyes dart downward as I watch him stroke himself.
“I’ll be back down there. You don’t have to worry about that. But right now,” he steps between my spread legs and pushes his tip inside. “Right now, I want to fuck my girlfriend’s sweet pussy until she screams her boyfriend’s name. ”
He fills me in one hard thrust and I lose all sense of time.
“Fuck,” he rasps. “Does girlfriend pussy feel better or is it just me?”
“It’s not just you,” I moan as his piercing slides along my walls. “Boyfriend cock just became my new favorite thing.”
“God, I love hearing that,” he growls, rocking into me harder.
His hands have a firm hold on my ass as my legs wrap around him tightly. When his finger finds my other hole, I don’t shy away this time. I welcome the pressure from behind as he presses the tip in, creating a delicious buildup in my core.
“More,” I gasp, moving my hips to bring him in deeper.
“There she is,” he whispers, sliding his finger in more and stretching me wider. “My naughty angel that I love to play with. Do you love feeling me in every part of you?”
He pushes his cock deep inside as his finger matches the rhythm from the back. It amplifies everything and makes me feel owned by him as I give every part of me over to him.
“Yes,” I whimper as he puts pressure from behind with his thumb and finger, creating a tightness that allows me to feel every single movement.
“Time to cum on your boyfriend’s cock, honey,” he breathes in my ear before sucking the flesh on my neck and going in hard one last time as I shatter around him.
I cry out his name as my orgasm rips through me, taking us both in the process.
“Fuck!” He growls loudly against my neck as he pours inside me. We’re locked together in every available space as my body greedily takes what it wants.
Breathing heavily, I lean against him for support as I get my bearings. He grabs the towel next to us before gently cleaning me up and replacing my panties .
“That was…” We grin like idiots at each other before he leans down and kisses me.
“Yes, it was,” he softly chuckles, knowing there are no words to describe what happens between us. “Thank you for saying yes,” he breathes against my lips.
“Thank you for asking,” I grin and then kiss my boyfriend one more time because I can.
“So, you’ve told me about your parents, but I know nothing about your best friend.”
We're in my jeep, driving to his house, and I want to know as much as I can before we arrive.
“Not a lot to tell. We met in school, and just clicked. We became really close. He got into hockey when he was younger as a way to escape from reality.” His eyes get sad as he glances my way.
“He didn’t have the best childhood, so hockey became like therapy to him.
I never missed a game, and he never missed a band gig.
We were always there to support each other. ”
“Does he still play?” I ask, rubbing my thumb across his hand that’s resting on my thigh.
“You could say that,” he laughs. “After he graduated, he went straight to New York, where he was drafted by a minor league team. It didn’t take him long to move up from there.”
“Wait,” I say, turning to him. “He plays for the NHL? What’s his last name?”
“Stone,” his lips twitch, and my eyes widen in shock.
“Knox Stone is your best friend? As in Knox, knock him out stone cold ?”
“The one and only,” I laugh. “I didn’t know you knew hockey?”
“My dad used to take us to games,” I say, dismissing the question.
“Don’t change the subject. I can’t believe you are just telling me this now.
He’s captain of the New York Devils, and the devil name suits him.
He’s a beast out there and holds the record for most minutes in the penalty box and most goals scored during a single season. ”