Olivia was awoken later to the feel of Heath, pumping his finger into her pussy. She had rolled to her side at some point, and Heath was pressed up behind her with his hand now between her legs. She bent her knee, giving him a better opening. “Heath,” she husked. Olivia thought she would be sorer from their earlier activities. They had already made love again in the middle of the night. Her body was tired, but yet, only a few touches of Heath’s hands or a kiss, and she was ready to go again.
Heath inserted another finger, scissoring inside of her, until she was thrusting back against him. He removed his finger, before she felt something bigger, prodding her opening. Heath lifted her leg up higher, as he fed his cock into her. Olivia reached back to clutch his ass cheek and pull him forward.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you.”
“Me either.” Every time they made love, it got better and better. He kept taking her in new positions and always made sure she came first.
His hand came around her front and rubbed her clit, until she came, shuddering in his arms. Heath wasn’t far behind her, and they both passed out again.
The next time Olivia woke up daylight streamed through the blinds. She rolled onto her back and noticed the bed was empty. She sat up looking for Heath at the same time he walked into the room fully dressed. She couldn’t help the frown that pulled at her face.
“Don’t look at me like that.” Heath chuckled, coming to the bed and leaning over to kiss her. “If I stayed in there any longer, I would have made love to you again.”
“And that’s a bad thing?”
“Babe, as much as I would love to stay in bed with you all day, I need food, and I’m sure you want to see your daughter.”
That pulled Olivia from her sexual fog. “What time is it?” She asked, throwing the covers back and hopping out of bed.
“Relax, it’s a little after eight.”
Olivia sagged in relief. “I thought it was later.”
“You were pretty out of it.” He beamed with pride at that statement. “Get dressed and we’ll head to the diner and get some breakfast.”
Olivia became aware of the stickiness on her legs from all of the activities throughout the night. “Would you mind, if I get a shower first?”
Heath looked startled by the question.
She’d pushed him to fast. “Never mind. Can you take me to my place, so I can shower up, and we can go to breakfast?” Heath was new to relationships, and she was the first woman he had taken home. It was one thing to share a bed together, but to share bathroom space was another thing. Men could be funny about their bathroom, and it was the end of the world, if you touched their razor. “If you can tell me where the wash clothes are, I can at least, clean myself up a little.” She didn’t want to get anything on Hannah’s dress.
“Take a shower.”
“Are you sure?” She didn’t want him to feel pressured. She could survive with a wash cloth cleaning and a real shower, when she got home.
“It’s fine. I’ll get you a towel.”
Olivia took a quick shower, even though the water felt amazing on her sore parts, she was just coming to realize she had. The hot water did wonders in quick time. The trailer’s hot water didn’t get near as warm or was as large. This shower stall could easily accommodate two people.
They were at the diner thirty minutes later with two cups of coffee in front of them. The diner was relatively busy like normal on the weekend. In a couple of hours, it would be deserted, as everyone headed over to the carnival grounds for the concert finale to signal the end of the carnival.
Olivia wanted to go, as she had heard so much about it, since she moved here. She debated asking Heath if he wanted to go. Last night, had been perfect with the three of them together, and it had almost felt like they were a family. Ivy even hugged Heath. She had been shocked but elated. Ivy was slowly learning to trust Heath, and Olivia couldn’t be happier. Their lives were finally turning for the best. Olivia had a better job, she was making friends, she met a great guy, and Ivy was trusting Heath. All-in-all things were finally starting to look up for them.
A voice nagged at the back of her mind that she should tell Heath about Royce. He had a right to know just in case Royce ever came looking for her. The odds weren’t likely, but one couldn’t be too careful. She would do it later. She didn’t want to ruin the day, after such a great night and a great start to her morning, despite the awkward moment, when she asked for a shower. She had pushed him too quickly with sharing his space, and in the future, she would take things slower. This was new for both of them, and it would take time to adjust for the both of them.
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Heath inquired, before taking a sip of coffee.
“Showers,” she admitted. She promised herself she would be more honest from now on.
“You just had one.”
“Not about having one. I was thinking about this morning with the shower.”
“What about it?” He asked puzzled, as he took another sip of coffee.
Olivia was struggling with words on how to explain herself. “I think we should refrain from spending the night together… For now.” She rushed out the rest, before he could argue.
Heath sat back in his chair and stared at her, as if she had grown another head. “Why? After last night and this morning.”
