13. Oliver
Oliver
I’d been massively unprepared for the way my body reacted to being deep inside Trinity.
As she straddled my hips, sliding up and down my cock, I tried to hold back the surge of my release.
My fingers wrapped around her waist, forcing her to slow down.
She didn’t stop, just switched the angle, squeezing every time she pulled off me before slamming down again.
My body tensed, every part of me suspended in that magical moment that marked the point of no return. Gritting my teeth, I forced my hips up, meeting her thrust for thrust. Then I came… hard. So hard my legs shook, my butt clenched, my eyes rolled back in my head.
She stayed with me until I lowered my ass back down to the bed. Her hips stilled and she sprawled across me, both of us struggling to catch our breath. I trailed my fingertips over the smooth skin of her back. Neither of us spoke for several moments.
Finally, when my heartbeat had slowed to its regular rhythm, I brushed her hair away from her face. “You okay?”
“Mmm.” She rolled to her side. “Better than okay.”
Call it pride, or cockiness or attitude, but a surge of something welled up inside me.
I’d put that grin on her face. Seeing that look of satisfaction, of pure pleasure I’d caused, made me want to start over and do it all again.
But first, I grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and got up to take care of the condom.
By the time I’d returned, Trinity sat on the edge of the bed, shoving her arms through the sleeves of her shirt.
“You want to stay? I can run you home in the morning.” I smoothed a hand over her hair.
“You sure? I’m not usually big on sleepovers.”
I glanced to the window where the inky darkness of night had dissolved into the hazy gray of pre-sunrise. “At this point, I think it would be more of a nap.”
“Okay, then. Are we doing this with or without clothes?” Her fingers rested on one of her buttons.
“I guess however you’re most comfortable.” I knelt on the bed then pulled her backward, so she laid down next to me. “But I prefer it off.”
“Figures.” She turned her back to me, but she did slip her arms out of the sleeves and toss her shirt toward a chair before she laid down again.
I nestled my front into her back, spooning around her.
My arm draped over her ribs, my hand coming to rest alongside the fullness of her breast. Every part of her seemed the polar opposite of me.
Her skin looked so pale against mine, her curves so soft along the hard muscles of my thighs. “This okay?”
She sighed, her shoulders rising and falling with her breath. “Yeah, actually, I think it is.”
“You sound surprised.”
“A bit.” She rolled toward me, lying on her back.
I shifted my hand to her stomach. “What are you thinking about?” I wasn’t typically one to engage in much pillow talk, but I’d also never been so intrigued by a woman.
She had secrets, that was for sure. I didn’t expect one night together would magically make her open up, even if we had shared some mind-blowing sex.
But for some reason, I wanted to get to know her better, even though I’d most likely be leaving soon.
“I don’t want it to be weird between us.”
Too late for that. But I didn’t want her to think I’d let it get to me. If she could move on like it was no big deal, I could too. “Why would it be weird?”
She twined her fingers with mine. “You know, we’re neighbors. I’m your boss’s landlord.”
“I think we can handle it.”
“You sure?”
I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t sure about anything.
Wyatt’s offer had played through my mind all night.
How was I supposed to sabotage Trinity’s plans?
Even before we hooked up, I’d had reservations.
But now, after being inside her… hell, I didn’t know if I could go through with it.
Not even for the promise of a guaranteed job.
“Yeah, I’m sure. We’ll take it day by day. This doesn’t have to mean anything, right?” So we’d fucked. I’d had one-night stands before, and odds were, she had too. We could leave it at this—two people who’d enjoyed each other’s company for a night.
“Good. Because I’m not looking for anything more.” She turned her head toward me. Something about her tone, the way she worried her bottom lip with her teeth, made me think she wasn’t telling the whole truth.
“Me neither.” She might be feeling me out about it, but I meant it. There was no waver in my voice, no second-guessing my words. “Now go to sleep.”
Her gaze lingered on my face for a few beats before she turned back to her side and nestled into me.
I flung my arm over her again, pulling her close, enjoying the way her ass felt against my cock, the way her hair smelled as it tickled my nose, and the way I could feel her heartbeat with my palm pressed against her chest.
“Goodnight, Oliver.”
I planted a soft kiss on the delicate skin right behind her ear. “Goodnight.”
Within moments, her breathing evened out. But I laid there awake, until the bright morning rays flooded through my window, wondering what the hell I was going to do about Trinity Ryan and the roadblock she represented.
When I woke, she was gone. No note. No forgotten item of clothing.
No sign she’d even been there. I checked the clock on the nightstand.
Hell, I must have been more worn out than I thought.
I’d slept half the day away. Sundays weren’t a busy day at the bar, so Wyatt rarely scheduled me for a shift, but I did need to get some work done for a few of my classes.
Rolling toward the pillow Trinity had used, I inhaled.
The scent of her shampoo filled my nose.
I closed my eyes, reliving the events of last night. How it felt to have her under me, moving against me. The way she’d moaned as she lost control. That was enough. I rolled off the bed and padded toward the bathroom. Thinking about fucking Trinity wasn’t going to lead anywhere good.
By the time I’d showered and sat down at the table, I couldn’t get her out of my head.
I got up and peered into the fridge. Nothing but a six-pack of beer, a few bites of a leftover sandwich, and maybe half a glass of orange juice.
With my stomach bitching and moaning for a late lunch, I gathered my notes and laptop into my backpack.
I’d grab a bite in some neutral location, one that didn’t hold an aftermath of sensory overload of a night spent with Trinity.
As I took wide strides to the door, something caught my eye.
A small knit bag sat on the floor by the couch.
Right where Trinity had been last night when I found her.
I walked toward it, not sure if she’d left her purse or something else.
As I picked it up, I admired the workmanship.
Having been raised around sheep, I knew more than I wanted to about fiber and anything that had to do with fiber arts, so I could appreciate the even gauge of the stitches and the colorwork around the middle.
Even though I felt like I shouldn’t, I peered inside.
A set of double-pointed knitting needles rested inside, holding half of a finished sock.
I let the flap of the bag fall shut. Knitting.
It had to be knitting. I shook my head as I set the bag back down on the couch.
I’d take it over later. Right now, I needed air.
I needed space. I needed to spend some time somewhere that Trinity hadn’t been in the last twenty-four hours.
Fifteen minutes later, I bit into a club sandwich as I read over my lecture notes from last week.
The twenty-four-hour diner was only about a quarter full since the breakfast and brunch crowd had already passed through.
I paused to scribble a few thoughts down in my notebook as the bell above the door jingled.
I looked up, my gaze drawn to the woman with the long brown hair…the woman I’d had in my bed last night. The bite of sandwich wedged in my throat. I tried to swallow, but it wouldn’t budge. Before I could figure out how to handle being in the same space, she saw me.
“Oliver?” Trinity walked toward my table, her friend Macy beside her. “What are you doing here?”
I motioned to my throat as I downed a gulp of water. Coughing, I set my water bottle down and stood. “Sorry. Went down the wrong pipe there.”
A tiny wrinkle appeared between her brows, but her lips turned up at the edges. “You sure you’re okay?”
“Yes, fine.” I thumped on my chest with my fist as I cleared my throat. “Good as new.”
“You remember Macy?”
“Of course.” I tossed a grin toward Trinity’s friend. “Nice to see you again.”
“Nice to see you, too.” Macy raised a brow as she turned to Trinity. Had she confided in her friend about staying over at my place?
Trinity’s green eyes grew wider as the two women communicated through what appeared to be ESP, including some subtle gestures and pointed looks.
After a few moments, Macy gestured toward a table along the wall. “I’m going to get us a place to sit. See you later, Oliver.”
I nodded, waiting until Macy got settled on the other side of the room before turning back to Trinity. “You didn’t wake me up this morning.”
She glanced at her feet, her nose crinkling up. “I didn’t want to bother you. I’m not really a morning after kind of gal.”
“I get it.” Damn, body of an angel and an attitude toward sex that matched my own. Maybe she was the perfect woman. “Well, I had a good time last night.”
“Yeah, me too.” She met my gaze, her cheeks taking on such a slight tint of pink I almost missed it. Then she turned away. “I’ll see you around, okay?”
Before I could think of a witty response, she brushed past me to join Macy. I stood there for a few seconds, not quite sure how to react. I’d never been dissed so fast after spending the night with a woman.
No longer in the mood for lunch, I wrapped the rest of my sandwich up and stuffed my things back in my backpack.
There was one place I knew of where I’d be least likely to run into Trinity.
Based on the way things had gone down between her and Wyatt, she’d probably do just about anything to avoid crossing the threshold of Tapped.
With a final glance at her back, I left the diner and headed straight to the bar.