Rescue Breathing (37 page)

Olivia comes up to me, her arms encircling
my waist, burying her face into my chest and breathing deeply. “Did
that go okay?” she whispers, referring to my brief encounter with
her brother outside.

I lean down, wrapping my arms around her
too. “I got my first warning,” I whisper back. Olivia pulls back
quickly, surprised. I wink down at her and kiss her forehead
softly. “It's okay. He just cares a lot about you,” I reassure her.
I lay my cheek on Olivia's head, hugging her close. I see Lily
watching us again with a giddy look on her face, and I slowly pull
away. “You help your mom with lunch and I'll face the firing
squad,” I say with wide eyes as I grab Olivia's hands.

Olivia chuckles and squeezes my hands before
letting them go.

I leave the kitchen and take a seat on the
couch to watch the Yankees game on TV with the guys.

“
You a Yankee fan, Owen?
” Bob asks.

“
Yes, sir, I am,” I reply. “Gotta say I'm
disappointed in the pitching this year though. The boys can put up
the runs, but they're have a hard time keeping the
lead.”

“
I was just saying the same thing to Simon
earlier. Those runs don't mean nothing unless you have the pitching
and defense to go with it,” Bob replies animatedly. “Glad to hear
you're not a Boston fan, Owen. Otherwise, I'd have to ask you to
leave,” Bob tells me with a smile, the first smile I've gotten all
day.

As we wait for lunch to be ready, we
continue to talk about the Yankees and my job. Somehow we get into
a friendly debate about the merits of inviting or not inviting
distant relatives to Simon and Reese's wedding, which happens to be
a major concern for Simon. He wants to keep the wedding small,
while Reese is looking for a grander affair. By the time lunch is
ready, all of us are laughing and Bob has formally asked me to call
him “Bob” instead of “sir” or “Mr. Burke.” Things are looking
up.

After lunch, Simon and Reese ride with
Olivia and me to the Fall Festival. We find a nearby parking spot
beside Bob and Lily, who drove separately. The cool, crisp weather
is perfect for snuggling, and I have every intention of getting in
as many kisses as possible despite the fact that her family has yet
to give us some space. I'm itching to touch Olivia. During lunch, I
was able to cop a feel under the table, rubbing my hand across
Olivia's thigh and daring to dip my fingers between her thighs to
run my fingers across her crotch. Granted, she was wearing jeans,
damn it, but I elicited a shiver out of her and kept her squirming
in her seat through lunch. That was all I needed.

I take Olivia's hand in mine as we walk
towards the festival. The area is crowded with families all out to
enjoy the atmosphere. We all walk as a group along the street,
checking out different exhibits and vendors. On display is
everything from wood-carved statues to homemade soaps and lotions
to as-seen-on-TV treasurers.

Olivia and I are walking ahead of the
group, our fingers laced together.
Unashamedly, I lean over and give Olivia a kiss on
the temple as she points out an interesting wind chime that has
caught her eye. I'm sure the rest of the family is watching our
interactions, but oddly enough, I'm not overly concerned. All of my
apprehension of the initial meeting of the Burkes is over, and we
have all had a few hours to get to know each other a little better.
I know I'm not in the tree of trust quite yet, but I don't think
I'll be sleeping outside with the dog either.

As Olivia and I walk ahead, we come across
a vendor selling hats. We pop in the shop, and right away, Olivia
puts on an obscenely fluffy white hat that has whiskers and cat
ears while I try one with a beer stein on it. The rest of the
family follows us inside, and we all get a good laugh out of how
ridiculous Olivia and I look.

“
Oh! Put this one on, Owen! This one!”
Olivia squeals.

I remove my beer stein hat and slip on the
one she hands me.
It's a
crocheted stocking hat in the shape of the head of a rooster. The
comb of the rooster is massive, sticking straight up, making my
already tall height exaggerated.

“
So handsome.
” Olivia laughs.

I pull Olivia to the mirror with me so we
can look at ourselves. “Well, would you look at that? A little
pussy and a massive cock,” I deadpan.

Simon busts out laughing and has to briefly
walk away to compose himself.

“
Oh my God, Owen!
” Olivia says, laughing as she quickly looks
around to make sure her parents were out of earshot. Meanwhile,
Reese wipes tears from her eyes as she takes out her camera to
capture the moment for posterity.

As we pose for our picture, at the last
second, I lean over and plant a kiss on Olivia'
s cheek.
Reese takes the picture at the perfect time,
catching Olivia's reaction. Her eyes are as wide as her beautiful
smile, and Simon comments that she looks genuinely happy. Simon's
remark catches me off guard for some reason. He and I exchange
glances, smiling at each other. Simon offers me a fist bump and I
ball my fist, knocking our knuckles together. In that instant, I
know that Simon approves of me.

As we round the corner, ready to leave the
hat shop, we catch Bob checking himself out in a mirror wearing a
Rasta tam hat with long, fake dreadlocks.

“
Daddy, no,” Olivia laughs. She goes to her
father, placing a hand on his shoulder, and they look at their
reflection in the mirror.

“
No?” Bob asks jokingly while giving a
peace sign. It's nice to see him relaxed and
jovial—finally.

“
Just…no.” Olivia smiles as she pulls the
hat off of her father's head before returning it to the
shelf.

The group meanders through the festival,
watching various street performs stopping to listen to an a
cappella singing group. The rest of the Burkes step in closer,
while I keep Olivia towards the back with me, which gives us a rare
moment of semi-alone time.

I stand behind her so my front is pressed
against her back and lean down to kiss Olivia's neck. “Are you
having a good time?” I ask, my arms enveloping her as I rest my
cheek against her head.

“
Mmmm,” she coos, “I am. Last time I was
here, I was with my high school boyfriend, so it's been years since
I've been here. Things have changed, but a lot of it is the
same.”

“
I see,” I say, feeling a bit daring. “Did
your date do this to you?” I wonder, kissing her neck
again.

“
No,” Olivia smiles as she opens her neck
to me for more kisses.

“
And did he ever do this to you?” I ask,
continuing to nibble on her neck while slowly moving my hands up
her sides to rest just below her breasts.

“
Oh God. No, he didn't,” she replies,
rolling her head onto my chest. I quickly scan the crowd for the
rest of Olivia's family and see that they're engrossed with the
singing group. This provides me a little more time to fondle my
girlfriend.

I brush my pelvis across
Olivia
's ass, letting
her feel my growing hardness. “I'm desperate for you, you know
that?”

“
I can feel that,” she hums, arching her
back and pressing her backside into me.

“
You're not helping my situation, Miss
Burke,” I growl into her ear before taking her earlobe between my
lips.

“
Ahhh…” she moans as I suck and lick her
ear.

The combination of being out in public and
being with her family makes me feel extremely horny, and my mind
races at all of the things I'd love to do to Olivia.

“
I loved fucking you in your room earlier
today,” I whisper into her ear. “I can't wait to have you riding my
cock tonight, my hand covering your mouth to muffle your screams
while you come. Fuck. Feel that?” I moan, grinding my hardness
against her. “I need you.”

Olivia exhales, and in the coldness, I am
able to see her breath. “I need you too.” She reaches her hand
behind her back and slides it up and down the outline of my penis
through my jeans.

“
God, Olivia...What are you doing to me?” I
groan, pressing my face into her neck.

Just as quickly as she started touching
me, she stops and turns into me. She laces her fingers behind my
neck and looks into my dark, lust-filled eyes. “Thank you. Thank
you for coming up here with me and meeting my family. I know it was
stressful, but you've won them over.”

I lean down and give her a gentle, loving
kiss. “You're welcome. Thank you for including me. They're all
really great,” I say sincerely. “And you, my sweet Olivia, are too
amazing for words.” We both look into each other's eyes,
something...some feeling passing between us.

Tell her you love her.

Tell her you love her.

Tell her you love her.

I can
'
t do it.

Damn it.

“
I don
't know that I've won your family over quite yet though,” I
say, breaking our eye contact and pulling her into my chest.
Can she feel how
hard my heart is beating right now?

“
I do,” Olivia says confidently and reaches
up on her toes to give me a quick kiss. “And tonight I'll reward
you for your bravery.” She shoots me a wicked smirk.

Hello.
You
've got my cock's attention again.
“Oh? And how will that go
down?” I ask curiously as she starts to walk away, still clinging
to my fingers.

“
Hmmm…” She playfully taps her chin with
her finger. “It will involve my mouth…on you…
and wetness.
”

“
How wet?”

“
Very,
” she says, pulling me along so we can catch up to her
family.

“
Umm…can we go home now?” I call after
her.

C
HAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Olivia

Owen and I had an amazing weekend at my
folks
' house, and we
have been kind of riding the wave of that good feeling for a bit.
Well, at least I have. Actually, I kind of thought by now he would
have brought up my meeting his mom and sister. But that hasn't
happened—yet. I don't want to push. We've been getting along so
well, and I know that Owen needs to ease into this relationship.
But on the other hand, I don't want to sit back and wait because
I'm scared of his reactions. That would be just silly. We're
partners in this, right?

Last night Owen announced that tomorrow is
Tanner's birthday and we've been invited to a club in the city to
celebrate. He suggests that I give Laney a call and see if she can
come. We've been itching to set Tanner up with Laney for a while,
and this could be our big opportunity. I'm able to get ahold of
her, and she plans to meet us there tomorrow night. Fun! A Friday
night out!

Today Owen has to work half a shift in the
morning to help out, so I spend some time cleaning up around his
apartment. I've been staying here more and more, and between our
two crazy schedules, the place is a mess. I change into an old pair
of short shorts and a tank top, crank up some music, and start
cleaning. I start by picking up our scattered belongings. Laptops,
clothes, my notebooks and journals, his boots and suspenders. Why
does he have so many pairs of suspenders?

I
'm sweating because I'm putting some effort into both the
cleaning and the dancing. This has become quite a workout, and I'm
grateful for it since my usual exercise routine has basically gone
out the window with my new living arrangements. I move on to
vacuuming and finally dusting.

I suddenly feel two hands reach around my
waist and I jump, screaming. When I turn around, I see that Owen is
standing behind me. His hands are up as if in a peace offering. I
put my hand over my chest, my breath heaving.

“
You scared the shit out of me!” I yell
over the music.

He mouths, “Sorry,” and steps closer. His
look is sexy as hell, and I can't help but grin at him. He slips
his arms around my waist again and bends over, kissing me hard, his
tongue punishing, searching, seeking, consuming.
It'
s so hot.
I put my arms around his neck
as he slips his hands behind my knees and lifts me, moving me so he
can pin me against the rough exposed brick of the living room
wall.

The music is still blaring as he whispers
in my ear,
“I'm going to
fuck you now.”

Whoa…

He slips his hand between us and takes out
his beautiful cock. I reach down and pull my shorts to the side as
he guides himself into me, pushing up and deep to the hilt. I groan
loudly although it is muffled by the music. Owen buries his head in
my neck and just has at me. Pounding, relentless, harder and
harder. It hurts but in the best way possible.
I don
't know what's going on in his head right now, but I kind
of don't care. This is hot.

In minutes, it's over. He comes, squeezing
my ass through my shorts, bruising me for sure. He pushes me
against the wall, and then I'm clenching around him in a wordless
orgasm masked by the music blaring through the apartment. He
finally pulls back and looks at me, slowly letting me down until
I'm steady on my feet. He brushes my sweaty bangs out of my face
and, reaching down, grabs the music remote and shuts it
off.