23. Alex
Chapter twenty-three
Alex
I hear a car pull into the driveway and look out the front window. I see Olivia pulling up in her black Cadillac, deep in thought. I wonder what she is thinking about… I will have to get that look off her face soon. She shouldn’t be thinking so hard; she should be celebrating.
I go outside to greet her and let her know what is going on with Rachel before we head in. I have the fajitas almost done, and everything else is ready to go. I let Rachel know that Olivia was coming over, and she seemed excited; she even asked me what she should wear. I rarely see a smile on Rae’s face since she got here, but I admire it for as long as possible when it does make an appearance. So, I helped her pick out a dress for tonight. I am not sure if Rachel is into girls, but by the way, she was excited about Olivia coming over. I think she at least has a little girl crush she is trying to hide.
Olivia steps out of her car in the sexiest little black dress and black heels, which perfectly accentuate her legs. Her beautiful red hair is curled down her back. She looks absolutely stunning; I am surprised I don’t have drool running down my chin. She walks up with the biggest smile on her face, and I wrap her in a hug.
“Hey, Beautiful!” I look down and kiss the top of her head, then lift her chin to kiss her lips. I forgot how addicting her lips felt on mine. I could get carried away with the feel of her lips on mine.
She pulls away with a smile, “Hey, yourself, handsome!”
The smile fades, and the worry takes its place. “So what happened with Rachel? Why is she staying with you? Isn’t Andrew out of jail? He might come for her, and that puts you at risk.” I look down at her and grab her chin, lifting her eyes to mine.
“Breath, Azúcar! She came here to get away from Andrew. Some people I know think Andrew won’t be a problem anymore. She called me when she left Andrew because she had nowhere else to go. She wanted me to drop her off at a motel, but I refused to let her stay in some shitty motel when I had a house she could stay at. She is fine. We will all be fine.” Her eyes shone with hope from the information I gave her. She nods, grabbing my neck to bring my face down to her. She kisses me deeply and passionately. Grabbing my shirt, she deepens the kiss and brushes her tongue against the seam of my mouth. I gladly open up, and her tongue fights mine for dominance. I love it when she is dominant; it is sexy as fuck. I would submit to her any day of the week, but that day is not today. I grab her throat and slowly squeeze until she whimpers in my mouth.
“You are only allowed to dominate when I let you dominate, Azúcar.” A beautiful blush spreads along her cheeks when she nods at me and rolls her eyes.
“We will see how that works out for you. I tend to do what I want.”
Someone clearing their throat behind us causes us to break apart. We both look up at the same time and see Rachel in the doorway, a blush spread across her cheeks. Someone enjoyed the show.
“Hey, Rachel, how are you doing?” Olivia said while walking up to her and embracing her in a tight hug. At first, Rachel’s face looks a little uncomfortable, but then her body relaxes, and she melts into Olivia’s arms with a big sigh. The contentment is unmistakable on her face. There has to be something about Olivia because the way Rachel looks right now is exactly how I feel when Olivia wraps me in a hug. This girl has something magical in her hugs.
“I am alright. Thanks for asking,” she replies, looking up at Olivia with one of the most beautiful smiles. Then, grabs Olivia’s hand, turns around, and leads Olivia into the house as if she owns the place. Watching those two walk hand in hand into my home makes my mind conjure up a million dirty thoughts. I have to get my head out of that space before I have a raging hard-on all through dinner.
“Hey, big guy, what’s for dinner? I see it’s a triple date.” Olivia says over her shoulder with a wink.
A chuckle escaped my lips before I could stop it, and I shook my head. Olivia sure knew how to blurt out what she was feeling with no care.
“Fajitas, Azúcar”
Olivia looks up at me, confused. “Why do you call me that?”
“It is another term for sweet or sugar; you are sweet in many ways, so I saw it fitting.”
She looked at me with a deeper questioning look, but then she shook it off and continued into the house. I have a feeling she will ask me more questions later tonight.
Olivia and Rachel sit on the bar stools at the counter, watching me cook. Like they are waiting for me to fuck up and burn the whole house down. It honestly makes me nervous.
I look up as I cut the onions. “What?”
They both look at each other and smile.
“Nothing”, they say in unison.
“Mhmmm, sure, I believe that one… I feel like you two are planning something that is not very promising for me,” I say over my shoulder.
“We would never; I don’t even know how you could think we were capable of something that evil.” Rachel giggles.
I turn around, roll my eyes at the girls, and then start cutting up the bell peppers. These girls are something else, and it might be my death, but I am here for it. Death by two extremely hot women sounds like a pretty good death to me.