Page 21 of Mr. Irrelevant
“Ooh,” she replies playfully, doing a little shimmy with her shoulders. “Punish me, Daddy.” A choked cough bursts from my throat, desire flowing like molten hot lava through my veins. I’ve never been called that before, but the way it sounds falling from her plump lips in a mixture of sweetness and sin—fuck.I want her to say it again. Preferably while I sink into her from behind with a fistful of hair.
“You’re gonna pay for that, baby,” I murmur, enjoying the shuddered breath that slowly leaks from her lungs. “But not here. And not when you’ve been drinking.”
“Boooooo,” she jeers with a pout, giving me a cute little thumbs down as I close her inside. I quickly round the hood, hopping into the driver’s seat and buckling up before heading out of the garage. She messes with the radio for a bit as I navigate the city streets, finally settling on an upbeat pop song and relaxing against the soft leather.
“Did you have fun?” I ask, reaching over and pulling her small hand onto the console between us. She immediately interlocks our fingers, making warm satisfaction spread throughout my chest. Livvy may not belong to me in the public eye, but here in these quiet moments alone, we both know she’s mine. The rush ofpossessiveness I get every time I touch her tells me all that and more, and I love every fucking bit of it.
“Yeah, I did,” she replies, her words a slow drawl that tells me she’s still feeling the effects of her vodka cranberries. She rolls her head against the headrest so she’s facing me, continuing. “I didn’t want to go, but Syd called me boring after I showed Bailey my list the other day because…” she trails off for a second, her head tilting to one side as she blinks in slow motion, “because I never drink anymore.”
“What list?” I ask, my brows furrowing in question as I throw a brief glance her way. Her free hand shoots up over her mouth, her eyes going wide with surprise, because apparently, that was supposed to be a secret. I laugh under my breath, focusing on the headlights that dance across the oncoming lanes as curiosity claws at my insides.
She releases a heavy sigh, swiping her hand through the air dismissively. “It’s just this thing I made. It’s like…a bunch of stuff Deacon never did. He totally sucked. Then we made it into a checklist of things to do with my next boyfriend. It’s…whatever.” She sighs loudly, lifting her shoulders in a lazy shrug.
A sly smirk pulls at the corner of my mouth. Ever since the night we recorded ourselves on her phone, I’ve been obsessed with figuring out what she missed out on while she was with him. If my purpose in this arrangement is to make sure she’s satisfied, a road map would certainly be helpful. And by the sound of it, that’s exactly what this list is.
“Show me,” I say. I keep my posture relaxed, myarm slung over the steering wheel casually, but on the inside, I’m like a kid in a candy store—desperate and giddy at the thought of cracking the code to Olivia Grant’s desires. After hooking up as many times as we have, I feel like I’ve got her orgasms down to a science. But if there are things she wants to try, I’m all over it. I can’t think of anything she could suggest that I’d say no to—except maybe a finger in my butt.
Okay, maybe we’ll file that one underNegotiable.
“No!” she squeals, her body dramatically recoiling toward the door as though I’m actively trying to pry said list from her grip, not that I’d even know where to find it. But when she brings her phone to her chest, fingers wrapped around it so tightly that her knuckles begin to turn white, I know exactly where she’s keeping her sexy little secret.
“C’mon, baby,” I tease. “Just flash me. Really quick. I have to keep my eyes on the road, so I probably won’t even be able to see it.” Am I an asshole for trying to get her to show me something so private while she’s under the influence of alcohol? Yeah, probably. But I’m practically feral with the need to know, and as her exclusive partner, it’s my job to make sure she’s getting everything she wants in the bedroom.
She dips her chin, narrowing her gaze skeptically. I wait with bated breath, pretending I don’t want to pull over and hold her down while I look through her shit—not that I would, butintrusive thoughtsand all that—until finally, she relents. “Fine. Two seconds. That’s all you get. And we’re waiting until the truck is parked, because I’m not trying to die tonight.”
I internally fist pump, unable to hold back the shit-eating grin that spreads like wildfire across my features. Two seconds is better than nothing. I just need to read fast. “You’ve got yourself a deal, Dimes.” She rolls her eyes playfully, tightening her hand around mine and releasing a satisfied sigh as she rests her head against the window. The remaining ten minutes of our ride crawl by at a snail’s pace—or maybe that’s just for me since I know what’ll be happening when we get home.
Turning into my driveway, I continue down the lush, treelined path, shrouding us in privacy with only the moon to light our way. I shift the truck into park, killing the ignition and angling my body toward Livvy. She’s out cold, her breath coming out in shallow pants that fog up the glass with each soft exhale. The excitement I felt moments ago about her list fades away, only to be replaced by the type of fulfilment that comes with knowing that out of all the guys she could be with after a carefree night of letting go, she chose me. She felt safe enough to fall asleep in my passenger seat without a single worry that she wouldn’t be cared for. That’s worth way more than whatever she was going to show me.
As carefully as I can, I get out, walking over to her side and opening the door. I reach in, undoing her seatbelt and lifting her gently into my arms, trying my best not to wake her. She burrows her face into my neck, her sweet scent overtaking all of my senses as I make my way inside the house.
I head straight up the stairs, holding Livvy close as I enter the bedroom, maneuvering the comforter downwith one hand before lowering her to the mattress. I know she sleeps most comfortably when she’s naked—she does it even when she’s alone—so I gingerly remove her shoes, dress, and underwear, dropping them onto the floor beside the bed. I’ll deal with them tomorrow. All I want right now is to strip down and feel her soft skin against mine. So, I do just that, piling my hoodie, sweats, and boxers on top of her clothes, then heading toward the en suite bathroom for some ibuprofen and a glass of water. I don’t know if she suffers from bad hangovers, but if she does, I want to make sure everything she needs is right beside her.
As I slide into bed, pulling her sleeping body into mine, I can’t help the way my heart squeezes at how happy I am, and how complete I feel with this crazy girl in my life. Football will always be my reason for waking up each morning, excited to face the day. But knowing that Olivia Grant is the first thing I’ll see when I open my eyes—well, that definitely doesn’t hurt.
TWENTY
LIVVY
Am I dead?
Did my night of slamming vodka cranberries like they were free take me out? Because this feels like heaven. Soft and warm. A delicious heaviness pressing me into the most comfortable cloud. And is that…sandalwood?
Fuck.
I reluctantly open one eye, a test to make sure the early morning sun doesn’t cause my brain to pound out of my skull. Surprisingly, the throb is dull and tolerable, making it seem like maybe I didn’t indulge as much as I thought I did last night. But as I turn my head, finding a sleeping Maddox with absolutely no recollection of how I got into his bed, I realize that I wasdefinitelyblackout drunk. So fucking embarrassing.
I do my best to put the puzzle pieces together, remembering a few small details. We started the night with Fireball shots—a Grant sisters tradition—before I started a tab, ordered my usual, and told the bartendertokeep them coming. We hit the dance floor, and I tried to have fun with some of the guys who approached, but all I could think of when I looked at them was that they weren’t who I wanted them to be. So, when Syd asked me if she could call Maddox to pick me up, my dumbass rattled off his phone number as fast as my inebriated brain could recall it, giddiness flowing through me at the possibility of seeing him. After that, it’s all a haze, but obviously, he came when she called. He picked me up and took care of me all night.
Butterfly wings tickle my stomach at the thought. It’s starting to get to a point where if I’m not with Maddox, I’m missing him. That’s not veryfriends-with-benefitsof me, but I can’t help it. I think he might be my new favorite person.Cue the internal groan. Becoming a simp for the guy I’m having sex with was not on my bingo card for the year, especially since that guy is the quarterback for the team my family owns, but here we are. I was supposed to be coaching him so we could win some games, and now look at me—naked in his bed, hoping like hell I didn’t embarrass myself by saying anything stupid last night.
My bladder is screaming at me to get up and go pee, so I carefully lift his arm, just enough to slide out from under him. I immediately miss the warmth of his body as I emerge from the covers, the room chilly due to the late Ohio fall. Hustling into the bathroom, I do my business, wash my hands, and brush my teeth, thankful that I left an extra toothbrush here last week because my breath after a night of drinking is what nightmares are made of. I debate whether I should even get back intobed, since we both have to be out of here in about an hour, but when I see Maddox lying there, wide awake with his hands clasped behind his head and an impressive erection on full display, I seriously reconsider.
“Morning, Dimes,” he says with a cocky grin. “Can I interest you in a ride on the Morning Wood Express? Or do you need Daddy to cuddle you some more?” He waggles his brows suggestively.
My eyes go wide, jaw dropping in bewilderment. “Da—” I cut myself off, my expression pulling tight in confusion. “What?”
He pushes his tongue into his cheek, clearly trying to hold back a smile. “I learned quite a bit about you last night, baby. Not nearly as much as I wanted to, considering you fell asleep before you fulfilled your end of our deal, but I think you may have unlocked a new kink for me.”
