Page 86 of Fight For Us
She touched her face, hiding the smile I could see peeking through her palm. “I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything.”
She took deep, heavy breaths. “No one’s ever treated me this way. It’s hard to accept compliments, you know?”
“I understand. Come over here, let me hold you.” I pulled my chair out a few inches and gestured for her to sit. She pushed up and I drew her against me, settling her on my lap and cradling her in my arms so I could look into her eyes.
“You make me so happy, Wes, and that scares the shit out of me. I don’t know what to do when you say all these nice things. A part of me is waiting for the other shoe to drop.”
I held her face in my palm and brought my mouth to hers, kissing her softly. “This is new to me too. I’ve had so much bad shit happen to me that I feel like if I don’t acknowledge the good, it’ll slip away.”
I kissed her again, sliding my tongue against the seam of her red lips. My cock thickened against her ass as she deepened the kiss.
Knock, knock.Of fucking course.
“Should I fire him?” I asked against Olivia’s panting lips.She laughed and stood, adjusting her dress. “Because I’d really like to right about now.”
“Come in,” she called. Caleb came in holding the first plate. A chicken and pasta dish that smelled delicious.
“Okay, we can keep him,” I said, and he looked at me with a raised brow. “You can bring in the rest and then head out.”
“Dessert, too?” he asked.
“Yeah, that would be great.”
“Thanks again, Caleb. This looks amazing,” Olivia said, digging in. Caleb left for the kitchen and came back in holding a cake stand. Olivia eyed it curiously. “Wait… is that rum cake?”
A grin stretched across my face. “It is. That’s one of my surprises. Alex helped me bake it this afternoon. Your recipe, of course.”
“Oh my God, I’m going to cry. That is so sweet.” She turned to Caleb, who was lingering in the doorframe. “Beat it, buddy. I’m about to thoroughly thank my husband.”
After the initial shock on Caleb’s face died down, he spun on his heel and left.
“Fuck, Tiger. I’ve never been more turned on than I am right now. Say it again.”
She stood up, walking back to me slowly. “My husband.”
Her words soaked into my skin, filling me with a fiery glow. “Game time, Tiger. Are you up for it?”
She nodded, biting her lip. “Eat your meal and then hide. If I find you, I fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk out of here.”
My cock tightened, bursting against the seam of my zipper. I wasn’t hungry anymore. Not for food. Only Olivia could satisfy my appetite.
“What if I’m not hungry?” she asked in a breathy whisper.
“Then I’ll give you ten seconds to hide. Make it good. I know this place inside and out.” I closed my eyes as she let out a rasped expletive and scrambled out the door.
I let her voice replay in my mind.My husband. It felt like her finally claiming me and fuck… I needed to sink so deep inside her that I etched myself into her bones.
She’d be wet and panting for me when I found her, and that only made me harder. I counted down from ten, loud enough that she could hear me over the music. I loved our games, but this had to be the sexiest by far.
“Ready or not, here I come.” I stood up, pushing in my chair and turned toward the kitchen. There were a few nooks andcrannies where she could fit her small frame. “You know I’ll find you, Tiger. Get that pretty pussy ready for me.”
I peeked around corners and listened for her panting breaths, not finding her anywhere in the kitchen. The more I looked, the more I ached to be inside her.
“Clever,” I called. “Where can she be?” Making my way into the dark dining area, I noticed a tiny movement out of the corner of my eye and narrowed my gaze. She scrunched her body under the table in the far corner of the room.
“Found you,” I said, moving toward her. She let out a squeal and made a run for it back toward my office. “Cheater! That’s going to get you fucked even harder.”
