And I finally admit to myself without a doubt, in true Olivia fashion, I’ve fallen for Asher Reed, hook, line, and sinker.
CHAPTER 53
Asher
“What’s going on in that mind, Livi girl?”
I can feel her gaze on me as I cradle one of her feet in my hands, rubbing it out after we’re home from her parents’ house.
“That gift, Ash. No one has ever given me anything so special, and I guess …” She struggles with her words. “I just want you to know how much I appreciate it.”
She’s stretched out on the sofa, feet in my lap. The windows are open slightly and it’s raining outside. The sound beats a slow rhythm on my metal roof as a fire blazes in the hearth. It’s only mid-September, but it’s been cooler than normal.
“But that’s not what’s on your mind,” I say, knowing she’s not being entirely honest.
Olivia is so goddamn beautiful like this by the firelight. It serves to illuminate the fullness of her hips and the swell of her pregnant belly in the soft red dress she’s wearing. It has slinky straps and fits tight to her full breasts, cinching her just above her little bump before flowing outward to her mid-thigh. Tonight, her auburn hair cascades onto her shoulders and a redsilk scarf pulls it back from her pretty face. The rings and layered bracelets she was wearing earlier in the day are discarded on the coffee table.
“I didn’t expect you.” She looks around the room, then back down to where I’m rubbing her feet. “I didn’t expect any of this. What I mean is, I didn’t expect to like you so much …”
I chuckle at her bluntness.
“That sounded bad. I just didn’t plan … any of this. I really did think we could stick to the pact.”
She’s laughing, but I don’t mind, because I know she rambles when she’s nervous. Instead, I focus on smoothing out the arch of her soft foot to keep her relaxed. She moans as I work my fingers over her skin, and my cock twitches with the sound.
“I sure as fuck didn’t expect you either,” I say honestly. “But now I can’t imagine my life without you, and as for the pact …” I pull her ankle up to my lips to kiss it. “I want a rewrite, kitten.”
“A rewrite?” Olivia’s coy little grin and raised eyebrow tell me I have her attention.
“Yeah,nopact. I say fuck the rules, fuck the boundaries. Let’s make a pact to just be there for each other, in any way that feels right.”
“Okay …” She takes her bottom lip between her teeth and I see her eyes glisten as she watches me. “Ughh. I’m just so sappy.”
I press my thumbs into the sole of her foot, causing her head to tip back, and I feel her body physically melt into the sofa.
“My hormones are just all out of whack. I can’t decide what I want.”
I press again and she moans this time, a throaty little sound, as she flexes her pretty pink toes. And now I’m hard.
“One minute I’m terrified, the next I’m happy and full of joy. And then the next I’m desperate to fuck.” She lifts hergaze, her blue eyes sparkling in the light. “I’m evendreamingof fucking, for God’s sake. My body can’t make up its mind,” Olivia rambles.
“Tell me what you dream about,” I order as my massage trails up her calf.
“You,” she answers as I set her leg down. Her foot presses against my swelling dick and she smiles when she notices the effect she’s having on me.
“The fuck do you expect?” I deadpan, picking up her other foot. “You make the same noises when you eat, when I massage you, when you fuck. It’s always the same.”
“So basically I always sound like I’m fucking?” she queries, cocking her head to the side.
“Exactly,” I answer. “Which means I’m almost always hard. It’s fucking torture.”
Of the best kind.
“I think at this point I deserve to hear those dreams as consolation,” I continue.
She shrugs her shoulder, flexing out her foot.
“Sometimes we’re doing things I’ve never done before.”
