Down to You (19 page)

I reach behind me and twist the door knob so
we can slip inside the bathroom. I pause only for a second to catch
my breath and look around. We’re in the ladies’ room.

I lock the door and pull Olivia back to me,
reaching down to drag my hands up the backs of her legs, bringing
her skirt up as I go.

Her panties leave the majority of her butt
uncovered. I stroke the smooth skin with my palms, running my
fingers along the crease between her cheeks then pulling her hips
snugly against mine. I want her to feel what she does to me.

She’s panting into my mouth and her fingers
start fumbling with my belt buckle.

Damn, why did I wear a belt?

I help her get my jeans undone. I’m just
about to reach inside them when she pushes my hand aside, wrapping
her fingers around me and squeezing. I just about explode when she
strokes me all the way to the tip and back down again, her tongue
licking against mine in the same slow movement.

I grab her wrist and stop her. Olivia looks
up at me with passion-dark eyes and a flushed face. Her lips are
red and swollen and my only thought is of them wrapped around me,
sucking me.

But not tonight. Tonight is all about
Olivia—beautiful, sexy, courageous, passionate Olivia. Tonight, I
want her to see what I see.

I turn her toward the sink, toward the only
mirror in the room. She looks confused when she meets my eyes in
the reflection.

“Look at yourself,” I say. I pull her long
hair over one shoulder and place a kiss in the bend of her neck.
She tilts her head to give me better access. “You’re the most
beautiful girl in the room.” I run my hands across the exposed part
of her stomach and up under her shirt. Her nipples are hard against
my palms. I pinch them through the thin material of her bra, never
taking my eyes off hers. Her lips part and she moans. “So sexy,” I
say, kneading her breasts, grinding my hips against the round
globes of her ass.

I take one hand and move it down her stomach.
Her skirt is still hiked up and I can see the white material of her
panties. I run my fingers between her legs. I groan when I realize
the soft cotton is soaked.

“Any man would die to have this for even one
night,” I say, pushing the material to the side and sliding my
finger inside her. She closes her eyes and leans her head back
against my shoulder. “No, I want you to watch. I want you to see
what I see. I want us both to watch you come for me.”

Obediently, she opens her eyes, her hips
moving against my hand, her lips parted deliciously. I lean
slightly away from her and place my hand in the center of her back.
Gently I apply pressure until she bends forward, instinctively
putting her hands on either edge of the sink to brace herself.

Still watching her, I curl my fingers in the
elastic of her panties and I pull them down to her knees. Caressing
one smooth ass cheek, I stick a finger from my other hand in my
mouth then run it down between her legs, pushing it deep inside
her. She moans and I feel her hot body squeeze me.

Taking her by the hips, I hold her still as I
guide my tip into her. I bite back a moan at how hot and wet she
feels, how her body sucks at me, pulling me further in.

Her eyes are shifted downward, as if she’d
like to watch me slide into her. When I don’t move, hers eyes
return to mine in the mirror. I nod and see them shift to her own
reflection. And then I thrust into her, hard and deep.

Her mouth drops open and her eyes flutter
shut in pleasure. I rest inside her, reveling in how tight she is,
pausing so I don’t come too fast.

She opens her eyes and leans forward, causing
me to slide out of her almost completely. Then, just as slowly, she
leans back, taking me fully inside her.

With my hands gripping her hips, I urge her
into a slow tempo that I can sustain without getting off too soon.
When she finds her rhythm, I reach around to slide my fingers
between her slick folds, my fingertip moving easily over the hard
nub there. She starts to make sexy little noises as I move make
small circles over her. She’s practically purrs when I find the
spot she likes best.

After only a couple of minutes, I feel her
body tightening around me. I know she’s getting close. I increase
my pace and tease her more insistently with my finger. When her
breathing becomes more erratic and her pleasure becomes more vocal,
I lean forward and fist my free hand in her hair, gently tipping
her head back.

I speak into her ear. “I want you to watch
yourself come all over me, Olivia. See how beautiful and sexy you
are. See why I want you so much.”

Relentlessly, I drive her up and up and up
until she cries out, biting her lip to keep quiet, her sweet body
wracked with wave after wave of her orgasm.

I thrust into her until I can’t take it
anymore. I feel my own climax coming and I meet her eyes once more
in the mirror. I can barely breathe past my racing heart. “See what
you do to me? I want your eyes on mine when my come is running down
your legs.”

My words turn her on. I feel her spasm around
me, squeezing me tight and pushing me over the edge. With a groan,
I feel my every muscle stiffen as I shoot come deep inside her.

Although my instinct is to close them, I
force my eyes to stay open, to remain trained on hers. She doesn’t
look away. Not for one second.

As I move slowly in and out of her in the
aftermath, I feel warm liquid squeezing out around me, soaking the
tops of my thighs. I’m sure she can feel it, too.

I grind my hips into her and she smiles.

Yeah, you can feel that, can’t you, baby?
And better yet, you like it.

My best discovery of the night? Olivia is
hiding a dirty girl beneath that shy, quietly sexy exterior.

And I’m going to set her free.

CHAPTER TWENTY- FIVE- Olivia

Cash can’t keep his hands off me as I try to
put myself back together and exit the bathroom. I know I should be
worried or embarrassed, and tomorrow I probably will be. But right
now, I’m in awe. I’ve never had such a mind-blowing, body-rocking
sexual experience in all my life.

On the one hand, I think it must’ve been Nash
that came to my room. Based on this time with Cash…holy shit! But
then again, Cash didn’t ask about my birth control situation
tonight, which makes me think he already knew. And that would mean
it was him that came to my room.

But, I have to keep in mind that something
impulsive like this is probably very much in character for Cash. A
guy like him probably assumes if I don’t speak up, I’ve got birth
control taken care of.

Once again, my revelation only leaves me with
more questions. But, at the moment, I don’t care. I’m consumed by
Cash. I still feel his touch. I still smell his scent. I still…feel
him and it’s a feeling I hope never goes away. I can’t get him out
of my head and, for right now, I’m okay with that.

I’m straightening my hair for the second time
while Cash stands behind me rubbing my bare stomach. My panties are
still damp and, at this rate, they’ll never be dry.

He smoothes my hair then pulls it away from
my neck and starts nibbling. “Do we have to go back out there?”

I can’t help but giggle. “I’m sure there are
people that will need to use the restroom before the night’s
out.”

“Screw ‘em. There’s another one.”

I laugh outright. “Where are you
staying?”

He looks up and meets my eyes in the
mirror.

“I’ll find a hotel somewhere. Why? You wanna
come visit me?”

Um, hell yes!

I think that, but I don’t say it. Rather, I
turn around in his arms. “Look, you came all the way out here to
help me. The least I can do is give you a place to stay. But my dad
will be there, so…”

“So we have to be quiet,” he whispers,
waggling his eyebrows comically.

I just smile. I neither confirm nor deny that
there will be more sex. But there will be. If he tries very hard at
all, there definitely will be.

Slowly, we make our way to the door. I take a
deep breath and flip open the lock.

“You go first. I’ll wait a few minutes. That
way it won’t be
too
obvious,” he says considerately.

I grin. “Um, I’m sure there will be very
little doubt, but that’s sweet of you to do anyway.”

I turn to pull open the door, but Cash puts
his hand against it. When I look back, his lips crush mine in a
fiery kiss that has me rethinking his suggestion that we stay in
the bathroom.

But, alas, we can’t.

The rest of the night proves to be one of the
best I’ve spent in a long, long time. Cash stays close to me,
always touching me in some small way, setting my skin on fire. We
share lots of knowing smiles and glances that keep the moments in
the bathroom fresh in my mind. Not that they wouldn’t be otherwise.
I’m pretty sure they’ll still be fresh in my mind when I’m a
hundred and nine and can’t remember where I put my teeth. But there
will always be Cash… in the bathroom… in the mirror…

Neither of us drinks much more. I think we’re
both content to keep our wits about us and not ruin the magic of
the night. When everyone is all partied out, Cash walks me to
Ginger’s car so I can drive her home. I’m more than sober now. And
happily so.

“I’ll follow you so I can drive you back
home.”

“Okay,” I agree with a wide smile. I can’t
seem to stop smiling.

He gives me a quick peck on the lips and then
we part ways. All the way to Ginger’s house, I find myself looking
in the rearview mirror at the single headlight behind me.

And smiling. Of course, smiling.

“Well, I guess we know which one you pick,
Liv,” Ginger slurs from the passenger seat. I jump. We’re almost to
her house and this is the first time she’s spoken. I thought she
was passed out.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because he’s a bad boy. And we both know you
always pick the bad boy.”

Her head slumps to the side after she deals
me this blow.

I
do
always pick the bad boy. And I
do
always live to regret it. Am I making a huge mistake with
Cash?

Her words haunt me from the time I drop her
off to the time I walk Cash to his room after our trip home on the
motorcycle. I leave him for the night after a very chaste kiss.

He stops me with a hand to my shoulder.
“What’s wrong?” he whispers. I’m sure he’s curious why I’m going to
bed without…him. He saw my father fast asleep on his bed
downstairs.

I try to put some heart into my smile, but I
imagine that I fail miserably. “Nothing. I’ll see you in the
morning. Sleep well.”

I go to my own room, closing the door snugly
behind me and then getting ready for bed. After more than an hour
has passed and I’m still not asleep, I decide to take a shower,
hoping it will refresh and relax me. Maybe it’s the grime of the
bar that’s keeping me awake.

I’m standing beneath the hot spray of water,
trying not to think too much, when I hear the metal curtain rings
slide along the shower rod. I wipe my eyes and look up to see Cash
stepping into the shower.

I can’t help but go a little ga-ga over his
naked body. It’s even more perfect than I could’ve imagined. His
chest is wide and tan and flawless but for the tattoo on his left
pectoral. His stomach is flat and rippling with muscles. His legs
are long and strong. Not one inch of him disappoints, including the
several hard, proud, impressive ones that make my insides
quiver.

I know I’m staring, but I can’t help it. Just
the sight of him makes me wet and ready.

A finger beneath my chin tilts my face up.
Cash’s expression is serious and sweet, his face devastatingly
handsome.

“You worry too much. Can’t you just trust
me?”

His eyes are boring holes into mine. I want
him so much, but I just don’t know that giving in to him is the
smart thing to do.

If only he were more like Nash…

“I don’t know,” I answer him honestly.

He nods in acceptance. “You’ll learn to. I
promise.”

And then he kisses me. It’s a slow, deep kiss
that carries meaning and emotion, neither of which I know how to
interpret.

I pull away to speak, but he puts his finger
over my lips. “Shhh, just let me love you, okay? Don’t think. Just
feel.”

His sinfully dark eyes are fathomless, but
earnest. After several seconds, I nod. He smiles then kisses me
again. Tenderly.

With his lips and his tongue, he licks the
water from my skin—from my neck, from my nipples, from my stomach.
He kneels between my legs and brings me to the brink of ecstasy
twice, stopping both times as if he’s waiting for something.

When I’m nearly ready to explode a third
time, he stands and kisses me again, grabbing the tops of my thighs
and picking me up to press me against the shower wall. He lowers me
onto his shaft, his tongue thrusting into my mouth, mimicking the
movements of his body.

We climax together. He swallows my moans, no
doubt in deference to my sleeping father. When we’re done, and he’s
still buried inside me, he turns with me in his arms and holds me
beneath the shower spray. The warm, massaging fingers of the water
soothe me. I nearly fall asleep with my head on his shoulder.

Letting me down, Cash turns off the water and
grabs the towel I laid out for myself. He dries me from head to toe
and then carries me to the next room and puts me to bed, naked.

“Go to sleep,” he says softly. “Don’t think
anymore. I’ll see you in the morning.”

And then he’s gone.

And I go to sleep.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX- Cash

I wake up with a raging hard-on and only one
girl on my mind. I can barely see the light of dawn coming through
the curtains. I know I shouldn’t wake her, but I’m almost afraid
not to. As much as she gets caught up in her own head, it’s hard to
tell what mindset she’ll be in when she wakes up.