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King Linc: …
Olivia distracted me from the ridiculousness happening on my phone by stepping out of the bathroom, a robe wrapped around her fucking perfect body. “I need to get ready for the shower,” she said, a blush on her cheeks, probably because of theway I was eye fucking her. “Can you do something about that?” she asked, gesturing wildly with her hands.
“What?” I asked, frowning as I glanced at my chest. I mean, yes, I had an erection, but that was to be expected if she was in the room.
“Put a shirt on. And then maybe eat a donut or something, so the rest of us mere mortals can feel better about ourselves,” she griped, like she wasn’t perfection incarnate herself.
I was totally going to tell Cole about that line though.Eat your heart out, rockstar. Hockey players were the shit.
It hit me then that I wasn’t going to see her for another part of the day and I frowned, wishing she hadn’t taken the handcuffs off and we were snapped together in bed right now.
I wanted a lifetime of that.
Maybe not the handcuff part, but the spending every second together part for sure.
“I’m going to go take a shower, I’m a mess,” she explained as she gathered up her clothes.
“If you’re referring to the state of your pussy, I think it’s the best kind of mess,” I told her, my dick getting harder just thinking about my cum being inside her. I wanted to keep that pussy full of me.
I reluctantly rolled out of bed so that I could walk her back to her room. I probably had some groomsman shit I was supposed to be at—not that Harley would want me there. But I had to keep appearances…or at least keep up the reminder that he needed to play a part too.
Last night’s near bitch fit on his part was totally unacceptable.
“Oh, you don’t need to come with me. I promise I’ll see you later,” she rushed out as she watched me pull on a pair of jeans.
“Yeah, that’s not happening. I don’t plan on letting you out of my sight unless I have to. You did tell me I could haveallweekend. You’re not trying to get out of that, are you, Jones?”
Olivia took a second to respond, her gaze was too caught up with the sight of me slipping on my shirt.
“Jones?”
She shook her head, like she was trying to shake herself from a trance. “I would never.”
“Good,” I called as I walked into the bathroom to throw some water on my face and maybe use some hair gel. “Because I would hate to have to use those handcuffs again.”
She giggled like I’d said something funny.
I totally wasn’t joking.
Once inside the bathroom, I stared at myself in the mirror as I washed my face and brushed my hair, thinking I looked…alive. Maybe for the first time.
I’d always been relatively laid back, sane.
It kind of felt now like that had been a mask I’d been wearing, and who I was with Olivia was who I was always meant to be.
A crazy thought for sure.
But if you weren’t crazy in love…were you actually in love?
Food for thought for all the haters.
When I came back, she was sitting on the bed, her mouth pinched and unhappy as she stared at her phone like it had personally wronged her.
“Everything all right, angel?” I asked, bending over to kiss her, because I couldn’t help myself.
“Just the usual reminder,” she murmured, pulling away from the kiss and staring out the window despondently. “That all this isn’t real.”
Olivia was silent the whole trip to her room and I could feel her withdrawing from me as we walked.
