Epilogue #2
It was Coach. Internally kicking myself, I bounced on my toes, squeezing my fingers tight in my mittens. There, finally , Ash stepped through the door, his attention on Allen while they animatedly discussed something.
While his attention lay elsewhere, I took the time to fully appreciate him .
The length of his frame, the long line unbroken by the out of character all-black suit he wore.
Usually, he preferred a more classic look, a crisp, white shirt.
But the cut of this new suit was different, giving him a darker feel.
Even the cologne he wore smelled different, tinging the air around him with a darker, woodsy scent, making my knees quake.
Oh fuck, I was in trouble.
When his eyes found mine, the sizzling look he gave me sent my knees from quaking to buckling. Smoke curled in his gaze and, fuck , why was his glower so hot? "Olivia," he rumbled.
“Eep,” I squeaked in response. Our first night together, when I'd jokingly called him Sir came to mind. Curling my fingers into his lapels, I pulled him closer, putting all the singing lust into a kiss that left us both gasping for air.
Public displays usually left my skin prickling in unease; anyone watching me was cause for discomfort, and add in something so personal to the mix, and…I'd rather not think about it.
All thoughts left my head as Ash kissed me back with unbridled enthusiasm.
His hand came up to cradle the back of my head, sliding into my hair to tip my head back further.
Every hard plane of his muscles pressed into the softness of my breasts and thighs and belly.
An involuntary whimper escaped my throat when his teeth sank into my lower lip.
Again, an image of him tugging down my underwear had another rush of heat stoking deep in my core.
"Not that I’m complaining," Ash said, his breath hitching, and damn, I loved it.
"But what's gotten into you, Barnes?" His lips moved to my jaw as he spoke, as if he'd forgotten we were in public, too.
Oh, hell, we were in public .
"You could get into me," I muttered, then clapped a hand over my mouth.
A slow-burning, breathtaking smile stole over Ash’s face. If I didn't already want to tackle the man and ride him into oblivion, that would've clinched it. “Olivia Barnes, you little deviant,” he murmured, the smile turning into a devilish smirk.
I backed up half a step to make room for oxygen after he practically knocked it all out of my lungs.
My hands didn’t seem to want to let him go, though, remaining entwined in his jacket.
The rough pad of his thumb traced the purplish veins beneath delicate skin, and I had to squeeze my eyes closed and ground myself to keep from moaning.
More voices reached my ears, footsteps of more players and press passing by.
“Let’s go home.”
Every single brain cell, of which there were currently very few receiving blood flow, screamed to pull Olivia into the back of my car and have her right there. But the thought of a security guard catching us was less than appealing, so home we went.
If my right hand wandered between her thighs while I drove, who could blame me?
The Knights were riding a winning streak on the way to the playoffs, and the adrenaline high had me gritting my teeth to keep from pulling off on a dark side street.
Olivia had similar ideas. At the next red light, she leaned over the center console, reaching for me.
“Oh, we’re doing this here?”
“Sorry, did you want to wait?” False innocence coated her words like sugar.
“Absolutely fucking not.”
“Shut up, then.”
“Isn’t that usually my line?”
She palmed me over my pants.
“Shutting up now,” I groaned. Holy shit, I loved this woman.
“This is fun,” she said as she slid the tips of her fingers beneath the waistband of the pants I’d gotten tailored with her in mind.
“Mmf,” I agreed as she barely brushed the over sensitive head of my cock.
Green light flooded the car, but I had to pull myself back together before I was able to accelerate.
Olivia removed her hand, much to my consternation.
But she brought it back at the next light, circling her fingers around me for the briefest of touches before the light changed.
Never in my life would I think to pray for a red light, but there I was begging every light to catch us.
By the time I turned into the driveway, every single nerve ending in my body was in a lust-addled haze. As it was, I had my seatbelt unbuckled before the car was fully in Park.
“As much as I’d love to keep this going here, I don’t think we can make it work in the car.” She slid out her door, and I reluctantly followed.
“We can try ,” I grumbled.
Olivia’s grin would have had me tripping over my own feet to do what she wanted if I wasn’t already in the process of pulling her back to me.
Roaming hands and partially removed clothes were my only focus as my mouth met hers, the heat in my blood ramping up to a sizzling burn.
“Wilder, fucking me on the hood of your car will almost certainly scratch the paint.” Her voice was breathless and husky against my mouth.
“I’ll buff it out later,” I mumbled, swallowing her gasp as my fingers found her nipple.
She laughed but backed away, putting unwanted distance between us. “You’ll hate it later. Come on.”
Blindly, I followed her, debating on shoving her to her knees right there in the garage and returning the favor over the hood of the car, paint be damned.
But she kept walking, only stopping to grab an armful of blankets from a linen closet before leading me to the garden and spreading them on the ground. Turning back to me, she reached out and grasped the dangling ends of my belt. I let her pull me in, almost desperate to put my hands on her again.
“Hi,” she said before slanting her lips to mine.
It was silly and adorable, and I loved her so much for it.
Again, my hands roved, but hers were faster, deftly undoing what was undoubtedly too many goddamn buttons— seriously why do shirts have buttons ?
An involuntary sound left my mouth as her hands slid over bared skin, her nails scraping over bruises from the game.
And I didn’t even fucking care. We were together in this beautiful place I’d created out of all my mistakes, and it was perfect .
I wasn’t sure at what point I became okay with the idea of having sex on a blanket outside when it was less than seventy degrees, but I blamed Ash.
All thoughts of the temperature left my head when he shoved me roughly down on the blankets, joining me and letting his weight pin me in place.
I was by no means a small woman, but the way Ash towered over me, surrounded me with his presence, it made me feel—well I didn’t know what exactly—but it was nice.
Grounding. His weight kept me from imploding.
Both of us were too eager to do much other than haphazardly rip off clothing until he sank fully into me with a groan.
It was fast and hard, and real . Electricity coursed through my veins, sparking and burning when he reached between us to press hot fingers against my clit.
I arched my hips up to meet him, allowing him deeper and deeper until we both shattered and sank down in a panting heap.
The perfumed scent of early-blooming flowers tinged the chilled night air. A perfect moment, looking up to see stars, looking over to see Ash, his eyes all soft and tender, with a few errant flower petals drifting gently to the ground around us.
The End