Olivia whimpered. Her eyelids grew heavy, and she panted as arousal thrummed through her like a riot bent on razing everything to the ground.
Foremost, it lay waste to her sanity.
The onslaught of Jaime’s relentless tongue chased Olivia toward the edge at such a rapid pace, tears welled in her eyes and her heart labored on carving a way out of her chest.
“God,” Olivia groaned, her fingers paling as she gripped the bedsheets, trying to anchor herself against this rapid, dizzying climb.
Jaime added two fingers, pumping them in and out of Olivia without slowing the pace of her tongue.
Gyrating her hips, Olivia gritted her teeth as her arousal grew, washing away almost every other emotion or thought, and right when she feared she’d snap, her body stilled before trembling in a hard release that jerked through her, singeing her from head to toes.
Jaime didn’t stop, though she slowed down, and the soft strokes of her tongue and fingers guided Olivia through a series of aftershocks.
“Enough,” Olivia breathed, tugging at Jaime’s arm.
Jaime withdrew and crawled back up, resting next to Olivia, who struggled to keep her eyes open. “There’s a toothbrush in the second drawer in the bathroom,” she mumbled.
Jaime hummed. “I’m more curious about how you take your coffee.”
“Huh?” Olivia turned to look at Jaime, barely able to keep her eyes open.
“Your coffee. Or don’t you drink any?”
“Black…with one spoon of sugar,” Olivia said before falling asleep.
death rattle
JaimestaredatOlivia’sslumbering form way too long before she managed to tear herself out of the bed and dress. Wishing she’d worn something else, she slipped on her dress without panties.
She halted, her gaze once more finding Olivia, drawn to the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest.
There’s a toothbrush in the second drawer in the bathroom.
Those words in Olivia’s soft lilt echoed in her ears, much like her own stupid question about coffee. No. She never should have allowed their ridiculous dalliance to grow legs. It wasbeyondtime to cut them off.
Shaking her head, Jaime turned and tiptoed out of the bedroom. She grasped her purse from the side table, and after a few more quick strides, she reached the door.
Here, she hesitated again, but squared her shoulders and pushed it open.
Damp, humid night air washed over her the moment she stepped outside. The high-pitched rattle of cicadas intermingled with the hum of Olivia’s AC cycling on. With a low sigh, Jaime unlocked her car, almost fell into her seat, and drove off.
Saturday had sped by in a blur. She’d been tired all day, which hadn’t helped her focus on her paperwork. She’d been more orless successful at keeping her mind from lingering on Olivia, but as the evening approached, and with it, Sunday drew closer, she decided to leave town the next day to visit her mother instead.
The hour-long drive should place enough distance between her and Freedom Park to avoid temptation. The irony of seeking out hermotherto escape something did not escape Jaime, and on the drive there, she resisted the urge to turn around, head back home and just go to bed. Sleep would help her flee, too. God, she was beyond pathetic.
She never should have followed Olivia home. She never should have allowed her to touch her again. Jaime could handle fucking Olivia and staying in control. The problem always seemed to arise when Olivia touchedher.
She didn’t know what it was about her, but something short-circuited in her and she lost herself—worse, in those moments, she wanted nothing else.
She chewed on her lip and flipped the radio off. Her thoughts were more at peace without music, no matter which playlist she picked. Music had always been an outlet, a way to lean into emotions without having to live them. Right now, this habit failed her, miserably.
The hour-long drive passed too quickly, and with a sigh, she turned off the engine and left her car, gravel crunching under her shoes as she walked up the driveway to her mom’s house.
The doorbell chimed, and a moment later, her mother opened the door.
“Jaime, dear. What a nice surprise.” Her mom leaned in and kissed Jaime’s cheek.
“Hey, mom.”
