Lost and Found (39 page)

"Hmmm. No you haven't. But I can think of a few ways for you to prove it to me when we get home in a few
minutes."

"Oh, I will. You can count on it."

We kissed and kissed some more for the rest of the ride
home and it took a few times for the limo driver to get our
attention when we arrived home.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

I wake up to tangled sheets and Cash's arms and legs all
over me. We couldn't seem to get enough of each other last night, and had a couple of days of making up to do after his
drunken stupor Friday night and the long full day we had
yesterday.

I get up to empty my bladder and go brush my teeth,
thinking back to when we got home last night. We didn't
even make it to either of our bedrooms, because we were
naked before we made it to the staircase and we stayed
there a couple of rounds and then against the hallway wall,
until we finally made it to his bedroom.

I never craved or desired for Derek to touch me like I do
Cash. Granted, with Derek I felt safe and secure and loved,
but it was always the same way every time and lacked the
passion that Cash and I share.

It's as if we are one person and our minds are connected to each other’s wants and needs and knowing what the other wants without uttering a word. We are so attuned to each
other’s bodies. It's such a wondrous feeling to please him as
much as he pleases me.

I have never felt so alive in my life. I still have my
moments while I'm watching Gideon and Eden play outside,
which causes me to flash back to watching my own children play
together and dote over one another, but they’re good memories and not any of the bad memories from the
accident.

I walk back into the bedroom and he must have noticed I
had left the bed, because he's awake and has straightened up the bed and raises his arms out to me, which is where I want
to always be.

"Good morning, Sweetheart. Did you sleep well? I know I
sure did, want to go for round six? Or is it seven?" He pulls
me into his arms and hugs me tight and starts running his
hand up my back, which is giving me goose bumps and has
me giggling.

"Oh, I lost count, because as wonderful as it was, you wore
me out." Now I'm giving him the goose bumps by running
my foot up and down his legs and running my fingers down
his back.

"I wore you out? You were the one that wouldn't leave me
alone, if I do recall, and when you started kissing me all
over, everywhere might I add, I was beginning to think
someone else was in my bed. I'm not complaining, but what
came over you last night?"

What came over me? I was asking myself the same
question, when I started doing things to him that I had never
done before. He brings it out of me I guess and I just can't
keep my hands off of him. I was the aggressor instead of
him for a change and it felt good to be in charge for once,
which turned me on even more.

"You bring it out in me. I can't seem to get enough of you
and I told you I was going to show you how I felt about you,
so I did. I seem to recall you screaming out my name a few
times, so I must have done something right."

Oh my. When he screamed my name, I felt like my body was going to combust from the joy it gave me that I alone
had caused him to lose himself the way that he pushes me
over the edge each time he makes love to me.

"Oh, Darling. I had a lot to scream about. If I do recall, you
were screaming out my name a few times as well. You
even called me your magnificent Greek god! Greek God?
I know I'm pretty good in bed, but I don't know if I deserve
that title."

From all of our caressing I can already see where this
conversation is going to lead us. I reach down and he's hard
and I start stroking him up and down, push him onto his
back, straddle him, and start rubbing my hands up and
down his washboard abs.

"Honey, you can't tell me you've never looked in the mirror and checked yourself out. You know you have a
great body and your stomach? I could eat off of it, if you'd
let me and lick up the crumbs after I'm finished. Yes. You
have the body of a Greek God and you make me feel like
I'm the Goddess of Love when we are together."

I've got him moaning now and he flips me onto my back
and presses my lips hard with a kiss inviting me to part my
lips, searching for my tongue while our hands are going all
up and down our bodies.

I hear my cell phone and I notice it’s my mother's ringtone
and I freeze up and stop immediately what I was doing and
thinking! He looks into my eyes, knowing that what we
were almost about to do wasn't going to happen.

"You can't let that go to voicemail? After what you just said
to me, I was going to make you scream for hours, because that turned me on so much. You can be quite a naughty
little girl. I'm really enjoying getting to know this side of you." I give him a little apologetic smile.

"It's my mother. Trust me. That ringtone alone shut my
hormones down. I feel like she's in the room and her sweet
little Olivia would NEVER talk to a man like that."

When I first heard the phone go off, I felt like I was caught
being a naughty girl naked in bed with the most beautiful man in the world, and she could hear my thoughts of what
all I wanted to do with him.

He rolls over off of me, so that I can get up and call her
back. I look over at him and the poor guy looks defeated. I
can't help but giggle.

"Oh, this is not funny at all. Should I go take a cold shower
or will it be a short conversation?" Aww. I feel like such a
tease at this moment.

“I haven't talked to her for weeks, since before I started
working here, and she's been calling me and I've never
returned her call. I have to call her back. We have all day
to get back to, well, how you were going to make me
scream, and I'm very interested in how you planned on
doing just that."

He gets up and starts walking to the bathroom and I see his
perfect backside, and I want to forget about calling my mom
back and attack him instead and pull him back into the bed.
He turns around and I stop breathing, because the front of
him is even better than the back.

"Call your Mother, Liv. I'll go make us some coffee and
something to eat. You're right, we have plenty of time, but I
promise, you WILL be screaming later."

His intense stare has me tingling all over and I lost my
voice and couldn't say anything, so I just nodded and he
walked into the bathroom and shut the door. I know I'm not

going to be able to keep up with the conversation with my
mom after that statement.

*****************

"Hi Mom, sorry I couldn't make it to the phone when you
called."

"Well it's about time you returned my call, Olivia! I've
been so worried about you. If it weren't for Claudia
knowing how you were doing, I would have already flown
out there and looked for you myself!"

I sit there holding the phone up in the air while she finishes
berating me, which I fully deserve. I hear silence and put the
phone back to my ear. All I can do is keep apologizing.

"Mom, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to worry you, but really,
I'm fine. I'm great actually, I can't remember the last time I've felt this great. Well, I can, but I'm finally enjoying my
life again. I'm LIVING again. Isn't that what you and Dad
were wanting for me?" Okay. Maybe I went too far with
the sarcastic comment.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to come off as sarcastic, but it's
the truth. I'm finally happy again." I hope she can tell that
I'm grinning through the phone.

"Sweetheart, I'm happy that you're so happy, but you can't
just drop off of the face of the earth. You still have to let
the ones that love you know that you're okay and at least
return mine and your Father's phone calls." Well, at least she's not yelling anymore, but I can still hear the worry in
her voice.

"I know, but I've just been so busy since I came here to
work. It's been a really big adjustment, but very rewarding.

The children are absolutely adorable and keep me really
busy."

"And their father? Has he been keeping you busy as well?
I've noticed the time and it's early in the morning there and
you said you were "here", which I'm assuming that means
his house. Do the children's grandparents not keep the kids
on the weekends anymore? Isn't that what you had told me
the last time we had talked?"

Wow. I just got busted, and it takes me back to Claudia and I being teenagers and missing our curfew and the questions
of where we were and who we were with and were there
any parents there. But I'm a grown woman now, but for some reason her questions made me feel quite
ashamed of myself. I might as well tell her the truth,
because there's no sense in lying.

"No, they still go to their grandparents’ house. As a matter of fact, we all celebrated Eden's birthday yesterday."
I hear a long sigh on the other end of the phone and as a
parent I know she's trying to decide what she's going to say
next.

"That's nice, Honey It sounds like you all had a good time.
Olivia? You are being careful, aren't you? I don't want you
to get hurt. I'm only saying this because the last time we
talked you made it sound as if their father wasn't the greatest of men." I think back to what all I had told her
about Cash and I guess I did bash him very harshly.

"I know Mom, but I've gotten to know him better and he's
genuinely a great man and I really can't fault him for doing
the same thing I did by grieving for his wife, even though it
took him longer to deal with everything than it took me. He
just needed a wakeup call like I did is all." I know she's worried about me and I understand her concern.

"Okay, Dear. I trust you to do the right thing and it is your
life and you are grown, so if you're happy then I'm happy.
So, tell me about the children."

The one thing about my mother is that she is very
understanding, thank God. We talked for about an hour and I kept going on and on about the kids and how sweet and intelligent they were. Dad got on the phone and we talked
for quite a bit and I could tell that he was grinning through
the whole conversation, and he was proud of how far I've
come.

I walk downstairs and it looks like Cash had just finished breakfast, and he went all out I must say. He has a pot full of fresh coffee for me. I couldn't have timed it any better.

"Hello there, Beautiful. I wasn't sure how long you were
going to be, so I cooked us up a feast and I even made
biscuits and gravy." I'm in awe that he even knew how to
make gravy.

"It looks wonderful, thank you. You really went all out. Thank you for letting me have some privacy. I didn't mean
to stay on the phone for so long, but we had a lot of catching
up to do."

He walks around the bar to me and sets my coffee cup in
front of me and turns my chair, so that he could stand
between my legs, and he leans down and gives me a kiss.

"Never apologize when it comes to family, Liv. I would love to meet your parents to thank them for creating the
most beautiful, loving, caring, and selfless woman I've ever
had the experience to know.
Here, drink your coffee. I'm going to make your plate and
feed you your breakfast." Feed me my breakfast? As in, he
feeds me? This has me giggling.

"I'm perfectly capable of feeding myself, thank you very
much."