“No, you deserve every bit of my attention. Every time. Now let’s go while I can still control myself and not tear that beautiful dress from your body.”
16
Olivia
Waking up in Rourke’s arms, I smile up at him. Lord, my body is still humming with sexual repletion after our long night. He let me fall asleep somewhere around one in the morning, only to wake me as pink light filtered through the windows for a slow, sweet lovemaking. “No more alarm set for before seven.” To keep from asking for how much longer, I kiss my way down his body to suck his cock in celebration.
I want to kiss Cheryl when she’s the one who brings it up at breakfast as we all eat together an hour later. “So, Rourke, are you going back to your house or will you be staying on longer?”
He shrugs as he looks to me. “I figure I’ll spend the nights here when Olivia is working, then on her nights off take her home with me.”
I nod in agreement. I’m happy to know he’s thought about us beyond the day after tomorrow, considering I’ve been working hard not to think beyond taking every day as it comes. I also love he wants to take me to his home, it had been nice the day after my delicious punishment. When we were free to swim naked together in his pool and not hold in the little touches I’m still inhibited from giving him in front of Cheryl.
Cheryl tilts her head as she considers the plan. “Sounds reasonable.”
***
Olivia
It’s three days after the end of the festival and tomorrow is my first day off. The night seems like any other, as all three of us chat and eat dinner. Until Rourke starts cleaning up after us and wiping down the counters, then looks at his mom. “Are you good for me to take Olivia over to my place to get her settled in?”
Cheryl smiles wide. “Yes, dear, I’m quite caught up to season seven. I really hope they get that horrible Dick.”
Rourke laughs as he kisses her cheek. “All right, remember if you need anything just call.” To me he nods toward the bedroom. “Pack a bag with enough clothes you can keep some there so you don’t have to pack a bag every time.”
My stomach drops at what he means. When I thought of this I really believed it would be me packing a bag every time, then making sure not to leave a trace I’d ever been there. Only Rourke wants me to leave clothes at his place as if it were my place too. I jump up to hide the stupid girly tears threatening to blow my totally-cool-with-whatever-he-wants attitude I promised myself I would take. First I go into the room I rarely enter anymore, the one that used to be mine, to retrieve a bag to pack.
Rourke follows me in; his arms go around my waist as his mouth goes down to my neck. “Don’t pack a whole lot though, because I like the idea of you being naked the entire time you’re there.”
I laugh. “Does that go for you too?”
“Of course. Definitely no swimsuit either, just a lot of sunblock. I want every inch of you a golden brown. Pack only the clothes you want to stay at my place. A few sundresses, I love you in those, some bras but no panties, that’s an order.”
“Yes, sir, whatever you say, sir.” I gasp as his hand trails under the sundress I’m wearing to run along the slit of my panties damp with need.
“Hmm...hurry, sweetheart, I need to eat my dessert.” With a nip at my neck, he’s gone.
He’s so dirty. I laugh as I grab three sundresses and two maxi dresses I hope will work for wherever he wants to go.
The moment the door closes behind us I’m pressed against the wood, Rourke’s mouth hot and hungry on mine. Ruling me, owning me. I moan as my legs threaten to give out from under me. My head goes back against the door when his mouth frees me, only to come up fast again as he grabs the front of my dress and tears it from my body. Oh fuck, the look in his eyes should fry me where I stand; then he’s on his knees, tearing my panties from me.
I catch my breath as he slides one of my legs over his back before attacking my pussy. Oh god, oh god, he’s driving me out of my mind, too fast. I’m coming, his tongue toys with my clit as he sends two fingers deeper and deeper into me. I’m already coming apart when the fingers pull out of my tight channel to find that spot... Oh god. They rub and rub and I’m screaming now until my throat is hoarse. It’s too much, too much, I can’t take it.
“Yes, you can, Olivia. You can take everything I give,” Rourke whispers as he slides his cock inside me, draws my legs around his waist, then slams home into me. Home, yes, he’s home inside me now. This moment is ours, it belongs to us alone, when he comes home inside me, completing every part of me I never knew was missing, sealing every crack I didn’t know was broken. Tearing me apart to put me back together as us—not just me anymore, not just Rourke, but us—this moment as I cry out my climax, this is ours, this is us when we become one. He growls as he comes deep inside me in what I swear is agreement.
***
Olivia
The weeks fly by in a sweet, hazy blur broken up by moments of sweetness and wicked pleasure, both with Rourke and, shockingly, Cheryl. I’m able to get her out of the house for the day to take day trips to the museums in Dallas and Houston. We spend hours talking about Rourke and his father. She teaches me how to bake the most awesomely yummy things, things I swear to Rourke he doesn’t have to try, but he does with a smile. And I melt each time he does, because even though it’s filled with sugar and wheat and all the bad stuff, he does it to please me, and sometimes he doesn’t even swim for hours to work off what he ate. I love how every time he makes a conscious effort to let the strict eating go, to simply enjoy the moment for me, with me.
Rourke is home every night by five, even if sometimes he has to g
et up early or stay up late to connect with the hotels in France and Italy. I love how on my days off, Rourke takes the day off too and we spend it together, sometimes in bed, sometimes out for dinner or lunch. We go to movies, we talk about books and all the years that made us who we are.
Until suddenly it’s the first of June and a text comes through from Gabe.
Hey, lil sis. You got any plans with your man for your birthday yet?