“Your father included?”
“My fatherespecially.My guess is hestillwants me to comehome.” Now would be the perfect time to tell her exactly who my father is, but as I look across the table at her beautiful face, I can’t do it. I’m too selfish to give her up.
“I saw the ad online for battalion chief in Laurel Creek almost three years ago. I had just enough experience to apply, and I knew that a small town in Kentucky was the last place my family would come looking for me.”
“You’ve overcome a lot …” Olivia focuses on stirring the icing, her lip between her teeth as she tries not to let the tears in her eyes spill over.
“Seems you’ve just got a lot more information than you bargained for,” I say. “I’ve never told anyone that before. Feels good. Fucking cathartic even.”
She smiles softly as she sets the spatula down.
“Your story is safe with me.” Olivia reaches across the island and puts her hand over mine, stroking the scars there. “And, for what it’s worth, I think your mother would be really proud of you.”
I clear my throat and pull my hand away, the momentary fear of losing her crippling me. I carry the dirty dishes and measuring cups to the sink, needing a second and internally scolding myself for pulling my hand away.
I’m still lost in my memories, washing the last few bowls, when Olivia moves beside me. I turn to face her and her hands slide around my waist as she angles her face to mine. I can’t help but stiffen as her arms hug me tight and she leans her head on my chest.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, pulling back to look me in the eyes, and my chest twitches even more. “A loss like that. It’s unthinkable.”
I let the moment wash over me as I watch the way her blue eyes focus on mine.
“You’re a good man, Asher,” she whispers, just as Dick jumps up onto the counter beside us like a fuckin’ dumbass,thinking the handle of the spatula is a good perching point. It goes flying through the air—eventually landing on the floor, but not before icing flings everywhere, flicking onto my face and hers. I look down at her at the same time she looks up at me in shock. Dick takes off down the hall; it obviously scared the shit out of him too.
Olivia’s mouth tugs up and I’m left wondering if this was the universe’s way of lightening the mood after all the heaviness. Because, fuck, she looks damn edible covered in icing.
“All right then, guess we’re having a proper taste …” I lean in and run my tongue along her chin, letting the sugary icing melt on my tastebuds. It doesn’t taste as good as she does.
Olivia half whimpers and half laughs before she turns, a coy look on her face as she reaches into the bowl and smears icing across my lips with her finger.
“Fucking beautiful asshole,” I faux-snarl at her, sucking her finger into my mouth and licking the sugar from it. The feel of my tongue on her finger has those sapphire eyes heating instantly.
“I hate to break it to you, buddy, but you aren’t so scary with icing all over your face,” she challenges, and before I can stop myself, I’m swiping my own finger into the bowl, then smearing it across her lips, then dragging it farther down her neck. Her breath quickens and I know I’m done for. Because, before she can take another inhale, I’m hoisting her onto the counter and crushing my lips to hers.
Hands down, the best fucking treat I’ve ever had.
CHAPTER 43
Asher
Olivia sucks in a breath when my counter meets her short-clad thighs as I press my already solid cock against her pussy. I’m only wearing sweatpants over my boxers and I can feel everything as her legs tighten around me.
The sugary vanilla flavor mixes with the taste of her and I groan into her mouth as I devour it. Taking my time, I grip either side of her face and kiss the fuck out of her as her lips and tongue match mine effortlessly. Her legs tighten further as I pull her shirt off over her head; she’s not wearing a bra, and I don’t waste a second before wrapping my arms around her, my skin on hers.
I lift another scoop of icing out of the bowl and drop it to her pebbled nipple. She whimpers as I bend down to suck it into my mouth, my tongue flicking over her as she rocks, begging for me. I fucking love it.
Every single cell in my body is buzzing with the feel of her as I lift her and pull down her panties, leaving her naked and glistening in the middle of my kitchen.
“You have no idea what you do to me, Liv.”
How you make me feel so fucking out of control.
I trail more icing between her tits and she pants as my mouth chases the sweet line to heaven. I drop to my knees, spreading more over her belly, licking that off too, leaving small bite marks in the wake against her skin.
Then I move to her inner thighs. I haven’t even reached the apex where she wants me most yet, but Olivia cries out and pushes her hips against me, begging for friction. I rub her thighs softly, taking my time to torture her. I already know it’s what she needs, but my girl doesn’t want me to give it to her easily.
I take another slick of icing, and using my thumbs to spread her pussy wide, I paint either side of her lips with it before licking a trail over her with the flat of my tongue. I groan as she goes fucking animalistic, gripping my hair so tightly it hurts.
“Ash … I need …” Olivia moans and the sound courses through me as I lap up the icing and move on to her soaking cunt.Fucking unreal.
