Chapter 20
Twenty
Brody
but that was hours ago, and I can feel my stomach eating itself. I tuck a bag of chips under my arm and go looking for Olivia.
She ran off to use the restroom when we first got here, but now I find her lurking around the candy section. She’s got a half-melted
popsicle held to the back of her hand while she scans her options.
I back up, brushing against a shelf of personal care items, and watch her for a moment. My longing stare starts down at her
stacked heels that put her at eye level with me and slowly travels up to where the hem of her skirt falls. Her legs look so
long in that tiny skirt. I can’t think of much else besides them being wrapped around me.
She flips her silky hair over her shoulder.
Like pulling back the curtains at sunrise, her profile is breathtaking.
I always knew she had a face men fought over—and tonight I was proved correct.
It’s unbelievable someone as hot as her is so low-key.
Most girls I meet expect to move in with me after a month of talking.
It’s not an issue exclusive to me—it’s an NHL thing.
None of them cared to get to know the real me.
They were much more interested in being a hockey girlfriend.
They wanted free Nobu dinners and suite tickets to every game—I can’t fault them for that, but I never like being used.
And yet, being used for a free meal was always better than when they wanted to get close to the Parker legacy. Olivia doesn’t want any of that.
“Choose carefully, it will be your first treat of the New Year,” I say, coming up behind her.
She startles and her face falls when she sees me. I worry I’ve done something wrong.
“We missed the ball drop,” she says, stomping. Jutting out her bottom lip, she whines, “That’s like the whole point of tonight.”
“Admit it, you just wanted to kiss me.”
She scoffs. “I don’t need an excuse to do that.”
“I was in Utah playing this afternoon, so technically we’re right on time.” I take a step toward her.
“Five,” she says, taking a step to me.
“Four.” I sweep her hair behind her ear.
“Three.” She bites her bottom lip.
“Two.” I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and lean in. Our lips now only inches away. I feel her breath tickling my
mouth.
“One.” She presses against my lips. Her mouth opens and I slip my tongue inside.
The chips drop to the floor as I wrap my hands around her waist. There’s tension in the front of my pants as her body presses
against mine. Her tongue tastes like coffee and her lips like sugar. I want to lick every part of her, consume her, but the
door chimes open, and I remember we’re in the back of a convenience store. She pulls away from me, wiping the corners of her
mouth dry.
While Olivia bends down to get the chips, I get a peek up her skirt at her lacy black underwear. She looks up at me from her crouched position. “Let’s go back to your place.”
No open flames tonight. I’m not making the same mistake twice. My hands are tangled in her soft hair as we enter through my
apartment door, mouth to mouth. We bang around the kitchen in each other’s embrace while I lead her to my bedroom. My apartment
took weeks to repair, and I still don’t have a couch. We’re not here to play video games in my living room tonight; I want
to pick this thing up right where we last left it.
I dim the overhead bedroom lights and kick off my shoes. Olivia bends down, fussing with the straps of her heels.
“Don’t,” I say. “Keep them on.”
“Whatever you say.”
She stands up. Pushing her shoulders back, she slips her jacket off her arms and it pools at her feet.
My eyes lower. “Take your underwear off and lie on my bed.”
She shimmies up the sides of her skirt and slowly slinks out of her lacy black thong. She kicks it off her ankle and walks
with her back to me, pausing right before the mattress to bend over. I practically buckle at the knees at the sight of her
bare from behind. She slowly crawls across my bed and props herself up on the pillows. Her gaze drops to the tent I’ve pitched
in my pants, and she smirks while biting her lower lip.
“Now what?” She pouts, twirling a lock of her hair between her long thin fingers.
I lean against my bedroom doorframe with the perfect view of her. I discreetly adjust my waistband, so my cock sits a bit
more comfortably against my stomach. “Take off your shirt.”
She slowly runs her hands over her full breasts until I see her nipples harden through the thin material.
“I said take it off,” I repeat myself.
She lifts her tank top over her chest, the hem momentarily getting caught on her breasts. I can see the weight of them as
they fall out of her top and bounce down into position. I take a long breath. They’re perfect. She smiles and thrusts them
forward a bit, but I’m not going to touch her yet. She’s not the type of girl to take anyone’s shit. She’s independent and
knows she can get whatever she wants. As much as I want to give it to her, I want to make her beg for it first.
“Now the skirt. I want to see that pretty pussy.” My voice is low and controlled, but inside I’m ready to explode.
She slips off her skirt. Without being asked, she spreads her legs open for me. She’s got the type of body you’d see in an
old painting hanging in a museum. The type of art so beautiful people endure long crowded lines just to get a glimpse of it.
The type that makes you stop and stare. I don’t know how to paint, but Olivia makes me want to give it a go. I have to make
this as good for her as it is going to be for me, because there are so many things I want to do to her and we can’t fit them
all into one night together.
“Come here,” she says in a sexy whisper.
“Touch yourself,” I counter. She watches me pull my shirt off and does as she’s told—rubbing her fingers back and forth over
her glistening clit. “Good girl, just like that.”
I undo my belt and drop my pants, never taking my eyes off her. She moans, and the pace at which she touches herself increases.
I ditch what’s left of my clothes on the floor and take my hard cock in my hand.
“Please,” she says, looking over at it.
I smile and gently stroke myself.
“Fuck me.” The words practically fall out of her ajar mouth.
“Is that what you want?” I say in a low voice. She nods and makes another whimpering moan. “Say it,” I command.
“I want you to fuck me.”
In a couple steps, I’m on the bed, crawling up to her. Suddenly, I can’t get to her quickly enough. I reach for a condom from
the nightstand and quickly unravel it over myself. Gripping the shaft of my cock, I rub the head of my dick up and down over
the opening of her pussy. It’s slick and ready for me. I ease myself inside her slowly, for her sake and mine. She wraps her
legs around my waist and pulls me deep into her core. Her heels dig into the back of my thighs and I feel her fully. “You
feel so good,” I say.
I need to pull myself together and give her what she deserves. After a steadying breath, I bare down and start thrusting inside
her, deep and hard. She tosses her head back on the pillow. I pull up and lift her legs over my shoulders so I can watch her
take my dick, the whole thing. Her tits bounce up and down as I thrust in and out of her. Right when I think I can’t hold
on any longer, her panting gets louder and faster, letting me know I need to keep doing what I’m doing.
She runs her fingertips over her nipples as her eyes press shut. She screams out in pleasure. “Yes, Brody!”
It’s never sounded so good. I feel her contract around me, getting even wetter than before.
I don’t let up. “You look so hot taking my dick.”
She smirks. “I know. Now, come on my tits.” She gathers them in her hands and presses them together for me.
With a loud moan, I quickly pull out of her and grab my cock with a firm grip.
I slip off the condom, position myself over her chest, and finish myself off on her.
While I get a grip on my unfiltered groans of pleasure, she’s looking up at me, laughing.
I fall over on top of her, kissing up her neck and planting one soft kiss on her forehead.
“Dirty girl,” I say, looking down at her chest. “You need a shower. And a real one, not one from the fire sprinklers.” We
share a laugh as I toss her some tissues from my nightstand.
She quickly cleans off and our bodies tangle together, still shaking with pleasure.
“More? Already?” She looks down to find my dick, still hard, pressed against her inner thigh. She smiles and thrusts her tongue
into my mouth.
I pull away, bringing my hand to her throat. I gently squeeze and she whimpers. “There’s so much more I want to do to you,”
I say.
She wraps her hand around my dick and looks into my eyes. “Then what are you waiting for?”