Page 128 of Right Man, Right Time
Ollie:I can’t believe I’m waking up alone.
Silas:If I had stayed, I would have had my dick halfway down your throat.
Ollie:A birthday present I would have gladly accepted.
Silas:A present I wasn’t willing to give.
Ollie:So was last night all you were willing to give?
Silas:Come outside and find out.
I set my phone down and lean my head against the headrest of my car as I stare out the window, watching a couple of college kids stumble out of an Uber and make the walk of shame toward the building.
I’m still trying to comprehend how I let myself snap last night. Do I regret it? Fuck no. Everything about Ollie turns me on—from her mind to her body to her moans to her fucking mouth. I’m addicted. It’s why I’m here, this morning, needing to see her before I head off to the weight room.
It takes her a few moments, but when I see movement from the building door and I look over, I nearly swallow my tongue as she comes walking out in the shirt I put her in last night, the front tucked into a pair of joggers. She’s pulled her hair up into a messy bun on the top of her head, and from the way her breasts sway against my shirt, she’s not wearing a bra.
I open the door for her from inside my car, and when she hops in, she moves in close to me, places her hand behind my neck, and pulls my lips to hers. I was not expecting her to kiss me, but fuck me, I can’t stop it.
I let her explore my mouth. Her lips are so soft as they float against mine. Her tongue is curious as it dives against mine. Her forceful grip on my neck keeps me in place. I sink into the kiss longer, matching every stroke of her tongue with mine. She leans in closer, one of her hands falling to my chest, then down to my stomach . . . then . . .
I pull away, breaking the kiss, and gasp for air as her devilish eyes smile at me.
“That’s how I should have been greeted this morning,” she says. “Maybe with another orgasm.” She grips my hand and holds it as she faces me. “Why did you leave?”
“I shouldn’t have been there in the first place. I couldn’t . . . fuck, you cracked me at the club, and I needed to . . .” I bite the side of my cheek. “Shit, I needed to make my mark.”
“You did. My inner thighs are red.”
“Really?” I ask. “Are you okay?”
“I’m more than okay. I really wish you’d stayed, Silas.”
“You know why I didn’t.”
She rolls her eyes. “Back to this again? God, you’re driving me crazy.”
“I’m not trying to,” I say.
“So what . . . you just decided to eat me out last night, and that’s it? Back to just seeing each other at important events?”
“Ollie, you know I can’t offer more right now.”
“No, I don’t know,” she says, her annoyance evident in her voice. “It’s so frustrating. And you know what, Silas? I can’t wait around forever. If you don’t want to be with me, then—”
“I have something for you,” I say, quickly cutting her off so she doesn’t have a chance to finish that sentence, a sentence I don’t want to hear.
“What?” she asks.
“I’ve got a present for you.”
Confused, she says, “I thought last night was my present.”
“I got you something else.” I reach into the center console and pull out a flat jewelry box. “Here.” I hand it to her.
“Silas,” she says softly as she takes it. “You really did get me something.” When her eyes flash to mine, she asks, “Why?”
“Because you mean something to me. Even if I frustrate you and you don’t understand me sometimes, you matter to me. And you’ve made a difference in my life. I want you to know that.”
