Page 13 of Tastes Like Misery

The sound made him look up, and he caught me staring. A grin erupted on his face, and he waved at me. Automatically, my hand rose, and I waved back, which apparently was the wrong thing to do. It seemed I invited him to come over to talk to me.

“Good morning, Miss Parker.”

“Good morning, Ollie,” I answered before I realized I’d never told them my full name.

He must have seen the confused expression on my face because he let out a chuckle, one that vibrated through me in the most delicious of ways. “You gave your full name to our friend Reginald. He told Dane when he called to fill him in on everything that happened with you.”

“Ugh, that man is such a dick.”

“Yeah, we try our best to keep him in line. It’s really not so bad. He just has no conscience. Once you get used to that fact, he’s a lot of fun to be around,” his response was interesting enough for me to stay and talk more.

“You’re friends with someone you don’t trust?” I couldn’t keep the shock from my voice.

He shrugged, “At least with him I know what I’m getting into. Most people hide their true selves. I much prefer to know how much to trust someone rather than question it.”

“I guess that makes sense. So, what are you doing out here so early in the morning?” I changed the subject, not wanting to think about the amazing night I’d spent with Dane and how much I wanted it again. Damn, I needed a new dick to get rid of the thoughts of Dane, but not this guy no matter how adorable he was.

“Just gathering information for a project,” his eyes shifted just the slightest, and it piqued my curiosity even more.

“Oh, really? Does this have anything to do with this big secret Dane is keeping from me?”

His genuine smile showed his adorable dimples. I didn’t know he had them before and subconsciously stepped closer to him. His eyes twinkled impishly, and he teased, something I didn’t know he had in him, “Maybe, but if I told you, it wouldn’t be a secret anymore.”

Lowering my voice, I lightly tapped his nose playfully, “I always find out everyone’s secrets.”

Huskily, Ollie quipped back, “I’m a hard man to crack. Tell me, Vivian, how will you pull my secrets out of me?”

“I’ll let you use your imagination to answer that question,” I winked before spinning on my heel and strutting away, leaving him staring behind me. He called my name, but I ignored it, ready to get to my apartment and relieve some tension. It was probably a good time to pull out my battery-operated boyfriend before I ended up getting myself between the three sexy men. The last thing I needed was the drama of a bunch of men fighting over me, especially ones that called to my inner longing for taking risks.

When I reached my bedroom, I couldn’t help but think that maybe if we were really careful, I could have each one of them secretly. As much as I told myself I wouldn’t fuck around with Dane again after what he did, I knew it was a lie. I couldn’t help but fantasize about him as I touched myself. Remembering his dirty talk, it pushed me over the edge, my body squirming with need for more. Mixed with thoughts of Finn and Oliver, I found myself unable to stop working my clit with my vibrator as I fucked myself with my own fingers. My body quivered and writhed, my orgasm rushing over me as I imagined how Finn’s cock would feel inside of me. I rode it out, another hitting as I thought about how sexy Oliver would look with my hands gripping his hair, making him lose that controlled exterior.

As I laid in the blissful afterglow of back-to-back amazing orgasms, a smile bloomed on my face, and I started to drift off. If it weren’t for the sharp knock on my door, I would have been sleeping. I ignored it, wanting to catch a nap before dealing with anything else that day. It was probably my landlady coming to make sure I deposited the money.

My eyes flew open when I heard Dane’s voice on the other side of the door, “Vivian, I know you’re in there. Open up for me.”

I should’ve been strong, but something about that man called to the devil inside me. Lord, help me, I wanted to be tempted by the snake. I couldn’t turn him away if my life depended on it. That’s how I ended up answering the door, naked as a jaybird, and hoping like hell he’d come in and ravish me.

Still, I wanted to play hard to get despite having fucked him within an hour of meeting him originally. It seemed we had this push and pull between us, each of us fighting for control over the other, neither of us wanting to lose.

Leaning against the door frame, looking every bit a perfectly sculpted God. I couldn’t help but stare at the tattoos peeking out from his white shirt sleeves, the contrast with his tan skin and dark hair making me wet and needy. Staring at my breasts, he didn’t bother to look up when he spoke, making butterflies dance in my stomach. “So, I don’t know your schedule, but are you free tonight?” he asked with all the confidence in the world.

“I don’t work tonight, but that doesn’t mean I want to do anything with you.”

“I never said it was with me.”

I crossed my arms over my chest and tapped my foot on the cold floor, waiting for him to get real, “Then why do you want to know if I’m free? I have a lot of things to do today and I really don’t have time to stand here and play your games, Dane. So, if you could just get on with it, I’d really appreciate it.”

Ignoring my irritation, he took a step toward me, his eyes lowering to where I knew my release was glistening. “I see you’re busy. Thinking about me.” his husky statement didn’t do my sopping pussy any favors.

Playing it cool, I shrugged, not wanting to let him know how much he got to me, “No, I was actually thinking about Finn. I never got to finish with him the other night since you so rudely interrupted our fun.”

His eyes darkened, and if I were a weaker person, I would’ve stepped back from the anger. His fists clenched, and he practically hissed, “You know, baby girl, if we’re going to be friends, I expect you to be honest with me.”

”As I recall, I never said I wanted to be friends with you, nor do I owe you any truth after what you did to me.”

“I thought we were past this.”

My wanting for him wasn’t going away, despite how angry I still was with him. As a matter of fact, it kept increasing, especially with how delicious he looked and smelled. I needed to get him out, and fast, before I did something I regretted. Not that there was much to regret with a man who wasn’t going to be around for very long. I certainly wasn’t the fall in love kind of woman. “It doesn’t matter. Are you going to tell me what you came here for so I can get on with my day?”

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