“Fuck, babe…I’m about to come.”
I put my hand on his chest, pushing him away. “I want to taste it.”
He set me down and I grabbed his dick, getting down onto my knees. I worked his shaft as I sucked on the tip, and his entire body started to shake as his fingers knotted into my hair. Right as his cock started to twitch in my hand, I took it into my mouth, letting hot come shoot into the back of my throat. Looking up, I locked my eyes with his as a love-drunk smile danced across his lips.
“That was fucking hot as hell.” He grabbed my upper arm to help me up.
I gargled some water, spitting it out next to the drain. “I’m glad you think so.” I gave him a satisfied smirk as I poured shampoo into my hand.
“Here, let me.” He grabbed my hand, smearing the soap onto his own. He massaged my head as the suds started to lather.
“Oh, crap. This is almost as amazing as the sex was.”
After Griffin and I washed each other, we toweled off and crawled into my bed. He tucked me into his side, holding me firmly against him.
“This was nothing like how I expected this day to go,” he admitted.
“Just the sex, or the whole thing?” I rolled over in his arms to look at him.
He brushed my wet hair behind my ear. “All of it turned out way better than I expected.”
Chapter 12
Griffin
Lying in my arms, Olive started to roll her fingers over my skin, tracing the delicate lines and light colors that made up the sleeve that covered my right arm. She rotated her head around to look up at me.
“What are the meanings behind this?”
Shifting to get more comfortable, I sighed. “I just thought they were cool.”
She narrowed her gaze. “That’s it? I thought people got ink because it painted a picture of their life story with tons of meaning and thought behind the artwork.”
I shrugged. “I’m sure I am not the norm when it comes to this.”
“I am coming to find out there is nothing normal about you at all.” She laced her fingers in mine.
“I seriously just thought it was badass to be a boxer with a sleeve of tattoos, and then it kind of escalated to all the rest that I have. I felt like it made me look the part and would help distract people from the giant scar running down my middle.”
“I get that.”
I took our interlocked hands, running the back of her hand down the top of my scar. “That’s the only mark on my body that actually means something to me, but it was getting hard when all the interviewers wanted to talk about was how I got it.”
Olive sat up, crossing her legs as she looked down at me. She rested her hand on my scar as I rolled my fingers over the soft skin of her inner thigh. “That does sound a little frustrating.”
I shrugged. “It’s just part of my life.”
“I like that you’re honest about it, not trying to feed me some bullshit sob story or something like that.”
“I’m just me.” I knotted my fingers into her hair to pull her down to me. Kissing her, I exhaled and said, “I’m always gonna be honest. There’s no point in lying, especially to you.”
Her head went to one side. “I appreciate that, and I promise you the same.”
* * *
The faint lightfrom sunrise was starting to peek through the window in Olive’s room. Lying with her softly snoring in my arms, I couldn’t bear the thought of waking her up. Gingerly, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand to see that it was just before seven. I was supposed to be in the gym in less than an hour, but there was no way that was going to happen. I hated the thought of driving the two and a half hours back to Queens—not because I minded the drive, but because it meant I was going to be that far away from Olive.
I rattled off a quick text to my coach.
