5. Olivia
5
OLIVIA
I want to rip my hair out of my head because this morning has been horrible. I was late for work and Elliot, one of the social workers here, busted my ass about it from the second I walked through the door.
Elliot was so nice to me when I first started here, but the second I turned him down for a date and had shown him no interest, he started being a complete ass to me.
It pisses him off worse because I just pretend that he doesn’t exist in my world and honestly, nothing could make me unhappy right now because Ronny is home.
It’s hard being a social worker, taking kids from parents that are horrible, but the worst is when the kids are begging to stay, and that’s rough.
I have been threatened many times that people are going to hurt me because I intervened where someone is unsafe.
I still love it because I can make a difference where it really matters.
Elliot walks up to my door and bangs on the glass hard to the point I’m shocked that it doesn’t shatter.
I grip the pen in my hand from where I was writing notes about my cases, trying to talk myself out of using it to cause harm.
He glares at me through the window because I’m taking my sweet time to get up and walk to the door to open it. “Can I get you something?” I ask him. Honestly, I’m not scared of him because he is shorter than me, skinny, and looks like he hasn’t slept in a year.
He looks at me like is disgusted by my presence, but he sure wasn’t like that when he first asked me out.
Poor soul.
He drives a huge jacked-up truck with a ton of stickers on the back window to pretend that he is this huge bad-ass guy, I guess to make up for something.
I snort out a laugh at my thoughts without thinking. “What’s funny?” I shrug my shoulders.
“You have someone at the front, a biker thug,” he hisses at me and practically runs back to his desk that is in the center of the main room.
That’s another thing that was a nail in the coffin for him, because I have an actual office and he has a desk in the middle of the main room where people are coming and going.
Let’s be honest, he is not a good social worker; he doesn’t have the sympathy for others that he needs for this role.
I perk up when he says the word “biker” and I rush to the front, the smile sliding over my face at seeing Ronny standing here with a bag filled with takeout. “This is the best surprise.” I stand up on the tip of my toes to give him a quick kiss.
“We can eat in my office,” I tell him, and he leans down to give me one more kiss. I can see some of the girls watching me and Ronny. He is beautiful, and eyes are always on him everywhere we go.
I shut the door behind us and he sits down in the chair in front of the desk. He pulls my chair and moves it so it’s beside him and we are sitting close together. “I know another thing that I would love to eat in here.”
My mouth falls open in shock that he just said that, and I look to make sure my door is actually shut.
Ronny laughs at me. “If you could see your face, your cheeks are blood red.” That just makes it worse with him mentioning it.
I lean over and rest my head against his shoulder. “I’m so glad you’re home. I never knew how much I missed you until you came home.” I run my hand down his forearm until our fingers are laced together.
“For the small things, like eating lunch together, brushing our teeth together this morning, and making plans.” I’m being sappy, I know.
He rests his head against mine. “I’m never leaving you again,” he says softly, with his free hand opening the wrapper of our food. The smell of Mexican food wafts over to me.
Something has been on my mind for the last couple of years. My mom was not a good mother, and me and my dad dropped all contact with her. I know she tried to reach out once I was able to come home from my kidnapping.
“I think I want to track down my mom to see how she is doing.” I swallow hard, taking a bite of my food.
“I don’t want her to hurt you,” he tells me, and I nod.
“I understand, and I have thought of that a ton, but I just want to see where she is in life.” I shrug my shoulders. “Heck, is she even alive?”
His eyes study me for a moment. “I will go with you if you see her, but if she is a bitch to you in any way then I won’t be liable for my actions.”
I giggle at his protectiveness. I have always loved the way Ronny protects me from everything. He tries to shield me from everything.
“I know you will take care of me, you always have.”
“And I always will until I fucking die.”
Him mentioning dying has me wanting to go straight into a panic attack, the thought of something happening to him is more than I can bear. “Don’t mention dying please, I can’t bear the thought of losing you.”
He shakes his head, growling. “Get your ass in my lap, so I can hold you,” he tells me, and I stand, scooting into his lap and snuggling into his chest.
The blinds are open, so I know my coworkers can see inside of the room, but I can’t bring myself to care.
“Who the fuck is the guy that came to get you? He seemed like a stuck-up asshole,” Ronny says loudly. These walls aren’t thick at all, and I would bet that Elliot heard everything Ronny said.
I try to hold it in, I really do, but I bust out laughing loudly because it’s something that I have been dying to say and I have been thinking it every time he looks down his nose at me with his pasty skin.
“God, he has been getting on my nerves for months.” I wipe under my eyes. I laugh so hard, I cry.
I peek over Ronny’s shoulder to see if he is close by, and boy is he close. Elliot is at the printer, which just happens to be right by the door to my office.
Ronny’s smile drops. “Why?” he asks in a hard tone.
I roll my eyes. “It’s literally not a big deal. He didn’t like being turned down for a date, and he’s a little salty about it.”
“I don’t like that shit.” Ronny kisses my temple. “If he starts to make you uncomfortable or gives you any sort of bad vibes, let me know and I will fix that,” he tells me.
Why does that turn me on so much? The thought of how he’s willing to resort to violence for me drives me insane.
If he sticks his hand down my pants, I would be soaked and it’s not helping that I can feel him hardening under me.
I try to calm myself and not rotate my hips the way my body is urging me to. I can feel the heat of his gaze on me. I lick my lips as he presses his against my ear. “Does my girl like that? Do you like the fact that I would rip someone apart with my bare hands for you? Burn down everyone in my path to keep you safe?”
My whole body visibly shivers. I’m wearing a skirt and if I didn’t have on any panties, I would be dripping down my thighs.
“If I touched you between your legs, would my girl be soaked for me?” Our backs are toward the window, so no one can see what we are doing, but if they walked in, they could see my legs trembling from how turned on and dark his words are.
So, I accept the insane.
“God, yes, you wreck me,” I choke out, not moving a muscle because his hands are on my knees.
He kisses my ear, where my pulse is, and I know he can tell how fast my heart is beating. “Stay still. If anyone comes in here and sees you like this, I will rip out their eyes.”
His hand slides between my legs, running his finger along my folds before he spreads me, and I bite my lip, so I don’t make a sound. I’m soaking his hand.
I close my eyes and soak in the feeling of his fingers working me over like he has done this a hundred times.
“The way you clench around my fingers, I can’t wait until you’re choking my cock.” With his dirty words, I fall apart. He tightens his arms around me to keep me from falling off his lap and onto the floor from the aftershocks of the orgasm.
“That’s my girl,” he praises me. I nod and he slips his fingers from inside me to his mouth, then he licks his fingers clean.
“Fuck me,” I groan, and he chuckles but I don’t think I will ever be fully satisfied until he is buried inside of me. I ache to be filled by Ronny.
“Now, I’m starving.” He laughs and feeds me a bite of the food we have forgotten. I smile and kiss his cheek. “I will fix your problem later,” I say softly, so no one can hear us.