6. Olivia
6
OLIVIA
LATER THAT NIGHT
I change my clothes for the tenth time, unable to decide what to wear tonight because this is our first real date and I’m so excited.
I have thought about this so many times, I smile at myself in the mirror. My eyes are bright—I’m happy, and it’s showing.
Ronny is downstairs waiting for me, and I let out a deep breath, fixing the tight dress that I decided on. My heels, I have to admit, do some great things for my legs.
My dress is a coral color, cinched in at the waist to show off my curvy figure. I have taken advantage over the years of the food that I can eat freely after so long of not being able to eat what I want.
One thing I will never deprive myself of is food and the small luxuries in life. To shower freely, hot meals, clothes that actually fit me, and to not freeze in the dead of winter.
I open the door and walk down the stairs to where Ronny is waiting for me at the bottom. “Wow, you are so beautiful, my girl.” He lifts his hand for me to take, and I settle my palm in his as he helps me the rest of the way down.
He spins me around so he can see all of me. “I’m the luckiest man alive.” He shakes his head like he can’t believe I’m actually here.
His compliments have butterflies filling my stomach. He looks amazing himself, wearing a button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off his tattoos. His beard is trimmed, and his jeans are tight, hugging his thighs. He looks delicious.
“I’m the luckiest girl,” I say truthfully, because in my eyes no one would ever be greater than Ronny.
He chuckles, pulling me against him and kissing me deeply. “Let me get my girl fed, she needs her energy.” He winks, and I bite my lip, trying to hide my smile at that.
Tonight, we are in his truck because I’m in a short dress, but Ronny makes sure to slip on his cut the second we’re out of it before going inside the restaurant. “This is my favorite place!”
He lifts my hand to kiss the back of it. “I know.”
I lean my head on his shoulder, wanting to be closer to him. He holds the door open for me, and the waitress sees us and immediately takes us to our seats. The perks of the club owning the restaurant.
The club owns practically the whole town, there are plenty of small business shops and they keep drugs off the streets. The crime rate is minimal, so the police have a fairly easy job, but the worst part of it all, no matter how safe you keep the town, is there are still fucked-up parents and I have to deal with that every day.
I have to fight the urge to not bring the kids home with me. Their sad little faces are hard for me to take, I can’t help but think that some of those kids at one point were Ronny.
We are seated next to the window that overlooks the park, the beautiful fairy lights giving everything a soft, romantic glow.
He slides in next to me in the booth. “Couldn’t stand to be away from me, huh?” I joke as he sets his hand on my inner thigh while opening the menu in front of us both.
“Like I don’t know what you already want.” He nods straight to the lobster tail meal that I always get. “I forgot to tell you that I solved the Holden problem. He is thrown out of town, so that fucker won’t be showing his ass around anymore,” he says plainly, taking a drink of the water the server had placed for us on the table.
“What happened?” I ask.
He smirks around the rim of the glass. “We went to the shop. He was working there, and Tiana was running the office, so that pissed off the others even more, but the icing on the cake was he has been touching Tiana’s ass.”
My eyes widen because I know that went over horribly. I shake my head. “I’m glad he is out of here before he hurts someone.”
He kisses the top of my head. “If he shows his face, I told him I would rip him apart.”
I bust out laughing, because only an MC man could speak of such violence like this so easily, like he is just asking for a glass of water.
The waitress comes around and we put in our drink order. I get a glass of wine and he gets a beer along with a shrimp appetizer.
“Do you want kids still?” he asks me. We have talked about this a couple of times when we were younger about goals and dreams in life.
I nod. “I’d love to have babies, I’ve always wanted two or three.”
His face transforms to one that is heated. “I think you’d be so sexy with your belly round with my baby.” He drops that little bomb like he is so sure that will happen.
At one point, I was absolutely terrified I wouldn’t be able to have kids after all of the abuse and trauma I dealt with when I was younger.
There was scarring, but it probably wouldn’t have affected me being able to have kids, but I asked my dad to give the doctors permission to fix any issues that needed to be fixed.
“Don’t tempt me with the idea, I always wanted to be a mommy.” I rest my head on his shoulder, chuckling softly. He smells so good that just the smell of him makes me feel safe.
“You know, I can make that happen,” he points out, and I giggle at that.
I look up at him. “As long as our babies have your eyes.” I would be so sad if they didn’t. His eyes are the first thing I saw when I met him, and I will never forget the look on his face when he first saw me.
Why do I doubt myself when he looks at me like that? From that very moment he saw me.
“Sorry for ever doubting the way you feel about me, Ronny. I have demons and they want to consume me sometimes.” I tilt my head up to look at him. “I love you. I truly and deeply love you with my whole heart.”
He always is so open with me, he has made sure that I had everything I needed emotionally, and it has taken me until this very moment to realize that in a way, I have been holding myself back.
He has proven himself to me a hundred times over, and it’s time I let him have all of me. “I love you too, my sweet girl.”
His words wash over me, I feel so warm and loved. “I know you do.”
He chuckles. “You have me fucking whipped,” he confesses without an ounce of shame.
Our appetizer comes and I feel lighter. I needed this moment to figure out that I have been scared to give in to him.
There is only one thing we can do now. That is to make babies.
* * *
The dinner passes fast and now we are heading back to our house. Some of the girls are going to the bar and invited me to come, but I selfishly want to spend all of my time with Ronny right now.
“Friday night, the girls are wanting to go out. Want to go?” I grin at his horrified expression, I guess he has heard all of the rumors over the years.
He parks the truck in the garage beside my Bronco that he bought me years ago and his bike, along with a side-by-side.
I don’t bother opening my door and trying to get out because Ronny always comes to get my door for me.
I expect him to stand to the side so I can slide out but he scoops me up, lifting me off the seat, and I encircle my legs around him.
I take full advantage and wrap myself around his waist. His body is hard from all the years of training, and his abs are to die for.
He walks with me clung to him straight up the stairs to our bedroom, then into the bathroom. He sets me down and strips me out of my clothes until I’m standing naked in front of him.
“God, I have been thinking of you naked all day long. This morning was too long ago.” He growls, his hand fisting my hair and tugging on my scalp, giving me a slight sting.
I was already turned on, but his aggressive movements have me dripping down my thighs. I can’t fight the urge to rub them together.
“I want to feel you,” I say softly, my fingers unbuttoning his shirt slowly, taking my time and dragging it down his arms.
The urge to run my tongue over every single ab, to feel his strength under my hands. He tilts his head back, allowing me to run my fingers over every single inch of muscle, and bends forward to kiss every scar.
I let his pants fall to the floor, dragging them down his strong thighs, and it hits the floor. His dick is hard, resting against his stomach.
My fingers wrap around him. He’s thick, hard, and warm. I press my thighs together, imagining how it would feel to be filled with him.
The beating of my heart is so hard, I can feel it in my throat. I want to tell him that I’m ready, that I want him to make love to me.
I just can’t form the words at this very moment, instead trying to think of what to say. “Make love to me, Ronny. Show me the way it’s meant to be. To be my true first. You should have been my first everything,” I whisper to him, feeling emotional.
So many times, I have wished things were so different. While almost all of the girls I went to school with lost their virginities on prom night, I was too terrified at the thought. Instead, Ronny met up with me after prom and we binge-watched movies all night long.
He cups my jaw, tilting my face up. “Is this really what you want, angel? We can take all the time you want.”
This is why I’m ready.
“You have given me years, Ronny. I’m not scared, I’m ready for this. I want you.” And I do, I want him so much.
He bends down to kiss me on my cheek, hugging me to him. “You shower, then relax. I have a surprise for you,” he tells me, leaving me standing naked in the bathroom.
I feel giddy with excitement as I throw my hair up in a bun on the top of my head before stepping into the shower. I take my time to make sure that I shave every part of me, using a body scrub that has lavender in it which helps calm me.
After I feel like I’m ready to leave the shower, I wrap the towel around me after drying off and moisturizing my body.
Under the door, I can see the main light is off with just a soft golden glow. I put my hand on the doorknob, taking one large breath, and push it open.
I gasp at the sight before me, in awe at the effort he has gone through. The bed is covered in rose petals in the shape of a heart on the center. Candles are covering the nightstand and the chest drawer to give a soft, romantic glow.
My heart is aching at the effort he put into all of this.
This moment has been a long time coming and it feels like it’s happening all at once at the same time, but seeing Ronny standing there at the end of the bed waiting for me?
“Come to me, angel,” he says, and I don’t hesitate for a second to make my way over to him, dropping my towel along the way.
This, I know, is cheesy to some, but cheesy is what I have been missing, and for my first time he is making sure I have it all.
I’m going to call it my first time because in my heart it is; this is the first time I will be loved.
The fear I felt when that was taken from me, feeling used and broken, I honestly never thought someone could love me after that, but I was projecting how I feel inside.
I didn’t love myself.
I slipped into the darkness and it had taken over me.
Little by little, year after year, Ronny broke down my walls and has stolen my heart. He protected me, gave me the space to heal so he can love me fully.
He is in a pair of boxers and his hair is wet, so I’m guessing he went to shower in one of the guest rooms.
“The way you’re looking at me right now is fucking killing me. You’re so beautiful, you were made for me.” His voice is deep, gravelly, and I can’t resist shivering at his tone.
He bends down, gripping my ass with his hands. Lifting me off the ground and climbing onto the bed, he rests my head against the pillow with him hovering above me.
He lifts my arms so they’re above my head, our fingers intertwined. “First, I need to get you ready for me.” He kisses my cheek, his eyes never leaving mine as he slides down my body. I keep my hands above my head the way he wanted them.
I shiver at the heated look he gives me before he runs his tongue around my nipple, before sucking hard. My back arches, lifting off the bed to chase his mouth, not wanting him to pull away.
The pull of his mouth sends pleasure straight to my pussy. I gasp and run my fingers through his short hair, forgetting all about keeping my hands still.
“I love how responsive you are. Such a good girl,” he praises me. His comment has me flooding between my legs. I know he can feel it because his stomach is pressed against me.
I catch his smirk before he ducks his head and moves to my other breast. Little by little, he makes his way down my body until his mouth is right above my pussy.
“God, again?” I moan in anticipation that he’s going down on me again. “I didn’t know men like to do this.”
He licks my inner thighs, then my clit. “Baby, the way you fall apart under my mouth and hands is intoxicating. I could eat you for all meals, twenty-four seven.”
I open my legs wider, allowing him more access. My fingers drag through his hair, loving the way his head moves as he pleasures me. It turns me on to no end.
The sensations are intense, I’m still sensitive from all of the orgasms he gave me earlier today.
I can feel my body stiffening from my toes up to my hands, my legs straightening, and I’m probably close to strangling him. His hands clamp down on my inner thighs, holding my legs open.
“Crap! Crap!” I repeat loudly, over and over, when he slips two fingers gently inside me, wiggling them like he is trying to stretch me so he won’t hurt me when we have sex.
The thought of him filling me to the brim sends me over the edge, my body dying to be filled by him.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises me again. He licks his lips like I’m the best tasting thing he’s ever eaten.
I let out a deep breath, my breathing ragged. He smirks, before licking my inner thighs like he doesn’t want to waste a drop.
He presses a kiss to the center of my stomach, at the same time slightly rubbing circles on my clit, sending little shock waves through my body, prolonging my orgasm.
I kiss his cheek, running my fingers along his strong back. The urge to reach down and grab his ass cheeks is too tempting, and he bursts out laughing at my little pinching.
I giggle too, but that stops the second he slips two fingers inside me once more, stealing my breath. “I believe my good girl is ready for me?” He says it as a question.
“More,” I gasp, not able to finish speaking as he curls his fingers, dragging them over my G-spot. “More than ready,” I choke out, and he kisses me over my pulse point.
“So beautiful.” His face has a soft glow from the candlelight, highlighting his features and his beautiful eyes which I could stare at forever.
“Double sure?”
I nod. “I want his.”
“Do you want me to wear a condom?” he asks me, and I shrug.
“I’m clean, there has been no one…” I trail off because he is going to understand what I’m meaning.
“I’m clean. And there has been no one else since the moment I met you,” he tells me, and it makes me happy that all of these years we have waited for this very moment.
“I’m not on birth control,” I inform him, though I was on it for a while, but it made me seriously sick and messed with the medicine I took for my PTSD.
“So, the question is, you want to make a baby with me or not?” he asks me, and I almost stop breathing at the question.
Do I want to be a mom? This soon? This early in the relationship with him? All I can picture is Ronny holding a beautiful little baby with his eyes, and my heart could burst at the thought.
“What do you want? It’s always about me, Ronny,” I ask him. He always makes sure that everything is what I want, it’s never truly about him, and I want his opinion on this.
“The thought of you carrying our baby is more than I can ever hope for. I’d love to be a dad, but it’s your body and it’s your choice because you will be the one carrying it.”
I think for a moment. “Fuck the condom. If it’s meant to be, then it’s meant to be,” I tell him, and he grins like he just won the lottery.
His hand slips between my legs again. I freeze, waiting to see if he is going to slip inside of me, and I tense up slightly.
His thumb strokes my clit, and my eyes roll back at the same time as he presses oh-so gently inside of me, rubbing me the whole time, and all I can feel is pleasure.
Once he is seated fully inside of me, his arms are shaky from trying to hold himself back, and I lift my legs higher so they’re pressed against his hips. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans in my ear, and it turns me on that I’m giving him such pleasure.
He strokes my clit faster while doing small little thrusts so my body can adjust to him, and before I can think, an orgasm hits me hard out of nowhere. I scream—loudly.
He takes his hand from between my legs and moves faster, harder, but still being careful to not hurt me.
I’m pulsating around him while I’m still coming, and his hands grab mine, lifting them above my head with our fingers intertwined again.
I tilt my hips so I can take him impossibly deeper. “Oh God,” I moan, gripping his hands like they’re my lifeline.
His lips sweep mine up in a deep, passionate kiss that matches his thrusts, and I know he is holding back so he doesn’t hurt me.
I’m blinded by the pleasure he is giving me. Ronny is huge and I’m straining to take all of him, but he is filling an ache that I desperately needed to be filled.
“Fuck.” He groans when I tighten around him just before I orgasm once more. I’m so sensitive that I try to pull myself off him because it’s too much, but he doesn’t allow me to move, so I ride it out as my eyes roll back again, barely breathing. He comes with me and fills me, burying to the hilt like he is making sure he doesn’t waste a single drop.
The only sound in the room is the soft background music that he had playing and our heavy breathing.
I pull my hands free to wrap my arms around his neck, resting my head in the crook of his shoulder, and the emotions hit me hard.
I try with all of my might to stop the tears from rolling down my face. It’s not that I’m scared or upset.
No, this is a huge moment for me because at one point, I thought I was too broken to even be with someone. I never expected it would be with someone I love wholeheartedly.
His breathing settles, and he lifts his head to look at me, cupping my cheek sweetly. “You okay, angel?” he asks me.
“I’m okay, that was amazing.” And it was. Ronny made this special for me, and he blew my expectations out of the water. How many times have I orgasmed today?
He grins. “Good, I hope that knocked you up,” he says cockily, and I bust out laughing at that.
“You know, if determination could make me pregnant then I think I would be for sure.”
He gently slips out of me, and I wince slightly, causing his eyes to narrow. “I don’t like to see you hurting.”
“Ronny, I’m not used to this, and I will be sore until I adjust. Plus, I quite like the idea of walking around feeling you with every step I take tomorrow at work.”
His dick hardens just like that. “I think you’re trying to kill me.” He groans and I giggle at his reaction.
He walks into the bathroom, my eyes glued to his ass cheeks. You could bounce a quarter off them, I’m totally jealous.
I stretch out my sore muscles and the exhaustion hits me from the long day. My body feels like mush, and I can’t remember a time when I have ever been so relaxed.
I try to fight the urge to yawn as Ronny walks back from the bathroom carrying a washcloth.
I’m confused when he spreads my legs open and then cleans me. I swallow hard to try to stop the emotions from getting the best of me.
He kisses my forehead and drags the blanket up from the bottom of the bed, covering me and tucking me into bed as he goes around the room to blow out all of the candles until it’s dark. Then he slips in beside me, dragging me over to his chest. I snuggle into him, he is so warm.
“Good night, my girl,” he tells me, and I tighten my arms around him, not wanting to ever leave this spot.
“Good night.” I kiss his chest right over his heart.