Olivia's Ride (Sawyer Brothers Book 4) (4 page)

Chapter Eight

Keeton

It had been a few hours since I hurried off and left Olivia and her father staring after me. My nuts felt like they were in my damn stomach.

I’m not a small guy; I was pushing two hundred pounds and did all I could to stay in shape. But Olivia’s dad made me feel like a scrawny teenager. Maybe it was the fact I really liked his daughter and wanted nothing more than to impress him, but fuck, he seriously made me feel like the best option was to run and run fast.

My body was still humming with nervous energy. I was sitting in my living room, flipping repeatedly through the same channels in more of a nervous twitch than the need to watch anything. It was close to midnight when my phone beeped, indicating a new message had arrived.

I practically dove for my phone.

Olivia: Don’t let my dad freak you out, he is nicer than he appeared tonight. He just has a very hard time accepting that I am grown up
.

No shit, I thought to myself. The guy obviously was not a fan of his daughter dating. I don’t think it mattered who the guy was; he would hate anyone.

Keeton: Really? I hadn’t noticed.

When a message didn’t come back immediately, I thought I had somehow pissed her off with my sarcasm.

But then my phone began to ring, and I couldn’t help but smile when I saw it was her.

“Hey,” I said as I lifted the phone to my ear.

“I am so embarrassed by the way he acted.”

I could hear the irritation in her voice and chuckled. “Sweetheart, if I was a father, I am more than positive I would act the same way, if not worse.”

“I don’t think you have a mean bone in your body,” she said.

“I like that you think that of me, but I do have a little bit of a temper. But only when I find it necessary,” I replied. “Is your dad still around?”

“He’s at his hotel,” she said. “He left after I called my stepmom and told on him.”

“You did not.” I laughed.

“Yep, I sure did.” She sounded proud. “Amber tore into him and he left my dorm room grumbling something about being teamed up on.”

There was a pause, and I was just about to say something to break the silence when she spoke.

“So are you still unsure if you wanna see me again?”

“What?” Had I really given her that impression?

“When I asked if we were still on for Thursday, you didn’t seem sure. So I just figured my dad had scared ya off.”

Well damn. I guess I had.

“Of course I want to go out with you again. I’d actually take you out tomorrow night if I didn’t have to work. Thursday is my next day off.” I could hear her let out a long breath and it made me smile.

It was nice to know that she wanted to see me as badly as I did.

***

Over the next week, I tried to see Olivia every chance I got. Even if it was only for five minutes before my class started, I took it.

Her father had gone back to Montana after they looked at a few apartments just off campus. He left without giving her a direct answer. It was funny listening to her ramble on about the stubborn-ass Sawyer men and their control issues. But something told me it wasn’t just the Sawyer men who were stubborn.

Olivia was a fireball; that much was obvious. She didn’t let things go easily. And the way she spouted out her opinion on pretty much anything was sometimes real damn funny.

Since our first date, we had gone out twice more. Dinner and a movie, followed by sneaking her into a club. She used a fake ID she’d had for months, but had failed to test it. She stuck to my side from the moment we entered until the time we left. Loud college kids, with even louder music; it was obvious it wasn’t her usual means of passing the time.

Tonight I invited her over to my place.

It would be the first time she saw where I lived, and I spent hours cleaning and rearranging what little furniture I had. I was fearful she would take one look and realize I was the biggest slob she ever met.

A light knock on my door made my heart feel as if it lurched forward and hammered against my breast bone.

Taking one last look around the room, I tossed Duke his bone and hoped it would entertain him long enough to allow me time alone with Olivia. Duke was an attention whore.

When I opened the door, I swear I swallowed my damn tongue. She was torturing me; I was sure of it.

Olivia stood in my doorway, wearing a short jean skirt with a baggy shirt that hung off one shoulder. A pair of cowboy boots graced her feet, and her damn smile made my knees weak.

“Hey,” she whispered, holding up a container of what looked like brownies. “I brought treats. They’re nothing like my stepmom makes, but I couldn’t show up empty-handed. So I stopped by the bakery on Knoxville.”

I leaned over and gave her a gentle kiss, thanking her as I stepped aside and allowed her to enter. Just over her shoulder, I saw Lacy exiting her apartment across the hall. She winked as she walked off.

I told her all about Olivia after our first date, when I came home in a panic thinking her father hated me. Over the following week she heard more about Olivia than I was sure she wanted to, but hell, I couldn’t stop myself.

“Now before you say anything, I’m a single guy living with his dog. There isn’t much either of us needs, so this place is lacking in the decorative department. I’m also not the most clean person, so ignore anything you may notice. Just smile and pretend it’s all good.” I shrugged as I bent down and lifted a sock I hadn’t noticed before from beneath the kitchen table. “See.”

Olivia placed the container on the counter and walked toward me, hooking her fingers into the front pockets of my jeans. Rising up on her toes, she placed her lips to mine and I curled my arms around her, pulling her closer.

“I’ve spent the last year dealing with a roommate who I swear is the devil himself. She leaves her dirty thongs on my bed just to irritate me.” I wrinkled my nose in disgust. “I know; that shit is nasty. So your socks, or even the boxers Duke is now chewing on, are the least of my worries.”

I smiled and leaned into kiss her once more but froze before my lips reached hers. The words she spoke finally registered as I looked past her shoulder and found Duke tugging away on a pair of red boxers. “Ah damn Duke, not again.”

I wiggled free and lunged at the couch as Olivia’s laughter filled the room. She stood back as I wrestled my dog, trying my best to save the pair of underwear he had somehow gotten out of the clothes basket in my room, hidden behind the door.

She crossed her arms over her chest and I looked up at her from my place on the couch. Suddenly, the fact that Duke was dominating the battle meant very little. I gave up and climbed off the couch as I walked back toward her. “You think that’s funny, do ya?” I asked as I gripped her hips and pulled her body closer to mine. She nodded as she bit on her lower lip, trying her best to hide her laughter. “That’s the third pair of boxers he’s chewed this week.”

“That could eventually be a real big problem,” she said. “Apparently Duke has a thing for your underwear.”

She looked up at me with that big smile of hers and my chest tightened. Having Olivia around was something I was beginning to rely on. Whether it was hanging at the library as we both studied or sitting in the student center, sharing a soda and a bag of chips; she was becoming part of my routine.

Now here she was in my place, and fuck if that, too, didn’t feel natural. It was scary and comfortable all at the same time.

I had spent the last few years at A&M alone. Yeah, I had Lacy and a couple friends I met along the way, but nothing felt like it did with Olivia.

“It feels good having you here,” I confessed, and she placed her hands against my abs and carefully slid her hands around my waist, pulling me closer. “I really like you.”

“I really like you too,” she replied.

Gripping her around the back of her neck, I lowered my mouth to hers and tried to convey the happiness I felt in just one kiss.

But it appeared Liv had other ideas. Her soft tongue trailed along my lower lip and I immediately flipped the tip of mine out to meet hers.

A kiss that was meant to be soft and gentle quickly became more. For a brief moment, I thought of pumping the brakes, but that thought faded fast when she sucked seductively on the tip of my tongue.

I groaned as I backed her against the kitchen counter and gripped her hips, lifting her up and placing her on the counter.

She wasted no time as she hooked her legs around my waist and held me close. Her hands roaming over my stomach, just beneath the hem of my shirt, gave me chills.

“Damn,” I groaned when she rubbed herself against my growing erection. “Liv, maybe we should slow this down,” I mumbled against her lips.

Even I thought I was a little crazy for suggesting it, but I didn’t feel the need to rush anything.

She pulled back and looked up me with her eyebrow arched in question.

“Yeah, I know; what the fuck am I thinking, right?” I said, causing her to laugh.

I looked down and realized her skirt had been pushed up her thighs, exposing the light blue fabric of her panties.

I hung my head and closed my eyes, trying my best to tame my raging boner and the voice inside me that was yelling
Idiot
over and over.

Her soft giggle told me she, too, noticed my struggle.

After a deep breath I lifted my head and took her face in my hands. “I just don’t wanna rush this, baby, because being with you makes me happy.”

Her smile softened as she tilted her head to the side and kissed my cheek. “You, Keeton Pearce, are a very sweet man. And you make me happy, too.”

I backed away as she lowered herself from the counter and began repositioning her skirt. Her sweet ass shimmied from side to side and I lifted my hand to my mouth biting hard on my knuckle as I fought against changing my mind.

When Olivia turned around and caught me struggling, she laughed and pushed against my stomach. “Let’s get dinner going.” It was a form of distraction, I knew it, but I also knew I would be feeling the after-effects of stopping our activities for hours to come. Going slow with Olivia was going to be damn painful, but something told me that in the end, it would be completely worth the torturous moments.

She deserved everything and I wanted to give it to her, including getting to know one another without sex clouding our judgements.

Chapter Nine

Olivia

“Are you going to tell us why you’ve been all smiles for the last couple weeks?” I looked up to see the curious faces of Courtney and Gina.

We were sitting out on the lawn of the Academic Center, our books spread out between us as we crammed for our exam in an hour. I had zoned off, thinking of the look on my roommate Jeanette’s face when she caught Keeton and me making out on my bed last night. Her eyes bugged out of her head as she stood in the open doorway.

Keeton actually looked over his shoulder and told her that my bed was now off limits for her and her hairy hookups. I buried my face in his chest laughing as she slammed the door and left.

“Don’t say ‘nothing,’ either,” Gina added. “Because we’ve noticed a change in you. Not like you were cranky or something before; you’re just different lately.”

My phone lit up with an incoming call and Courtney’s eyes shifted toward my phone.

“Something tells me that—” she arched her head to read my screen, “—
Keeton
is responsible for the change in Liv.”

I grabbed my phone and swiped the screen without answering her. “Hey you,” I said looking down at my lap instead of at the curious eyes of my friends.

“You look damn good in red, sweetheart,” he whispered in a husky tone.

I could almost instantly feel my cheeks redden.

“Where are you?” I asked.

“Look to your left.”

I did and picked him out of the crowd of students immediately. His tall, broad frame made me feel all warm and jittery inside. Jeans hugged his legs in all the right places, and his t-shirt showed off his broad chest perfectly.

He was so handsome and I knew he knew it too, but didn’t focus on it like most guys on campus did. His was confident without the arrogance most guys around here had.

“I’d say that man is the subject of her happiness, for sure,” Courtney added, as I lowered my phone and Keeton finally reached us. Wasting no time, he knelt beside me and smiled.

“Hey beautiful,” he whispered, just before leaning in and placing his lips to mine.

For a moment I forgot we weren’t alone. Gina’s laughter woke me from my Keeton bubble and I turned my head to find both she and Courtney staring at us with huge smiles on their faces.

“Ladies,” Keeton nodded his head in greeting as he held his hand toward Courtney first, followed by Gina, offering them both a gentle shake. “I’m Keeton, Liv’s boyfriend.”

Hearing him say it felt final, even though I had already known we were exclusive. I guess we just never placed a label on it until that moment.

I hooked the side of his jeans and tugged him closer. He positioned himself behind me, placing one leg on each side of me as I leaned back against him. A few girls I had known from classes I took last semester passed, eyeing us curiously. Their eyes roamed over Keeton appreciatively, giving me a sense of possessiveness.

We spent the next forty minutes snuggled there as if it was something we had been doing for months. On occasion, Keeton would whisper something sweet or sometimes dirty against my ear. Gentle kisses were shared and when it was time for me to get to class, I almost said “hell with it” and stayed just where I was.

Keeton said bye to Gina and Courtney before turning his full attention to me. Taking me in his arms he held me close to his chest and kissed me.

“Come stay with me tonight,” he whispered.

Of all the times I’d been to his place, I had never stayed overnight. Even though I wanted to, it was just a step we had not yet taken. We had decided weeks ago to move slow. It was hard at times but I was glad we did. It truly gave us time to get to know one another and just have fun without the pressures of sex.

Tonight that was about to change though, and nothing about that fact made me nervous. It was extreme excitement that I felt.

“Okay,” I replied as I arched my neck and kissed him once more. “But there’s no more holding back.” He squinted his eyes and I placed my finger over his lips before he could argue with me. “Whatever happens, happens. You’ve more than proved that you want more than sex. I trust you, and I just don’t want rules between us. I just want the freedom to feel like if this goes further, it’s because we both care about each other enough to take that step. I don’t want to think about it, I just want to feel.”

When he nodded in agreement, I removed my finger and stepped back. “I’ll see you around 6:00.”

“Okay,” he said in response and watched me walk away.

“Wow,” Gina whispered.

“Yeah, wow,” Courtney agreed.

I smiled, because I knew exactly to whom they were referring. Keeton was pretty amazing.

During class it was almost impossible to focus on anything other than my impending night with Keeton. I had a feeling tonight would be a turning point in our relationship.

***

His mouth moved over my stomach as he slowly lifted my shirt higher, exposing my pink bra. I pulled it the rest of the way up and over my head as I tossed it to the floor beside the bed.

His tongue licked along my stomach as he cupped my breasts through the lace, kneading them gently.

“You drive me crazy,” he confessed as he placed a kiss against the swell of my breast. “My control is slipping fast, Liv.”

“Don’t think about it,” I told him. “Just feel.”

My entire body felt like it was on fire. Each touch, each kiss, only heightened my need for more.

“Once we take this step, I can almost guarantee you won’t be able to keep me off you.” He covered my body with his, kissing along my jaw. A smile tugged at his lips with his confession.

“I’m okay with that,” I told him, making his smile grow even wider.

I parted my legs and welcomed his hips to settle between my thighs, instantly feeling as if he had always belonged in that very spot. This man was mine.

We started out in the living room watching a movie and left a trail of clothing on the way to his room when things heated up. Now, very little separated us from taking that final turn. I couldn’t have been more ready.

With the impressive hardness now pressed between my legs, I had to say he was ready too. With the smallest flex of his hips, his cock pressed against me and I moaned at the friction it caused.

“I want you so fucking bad,” he said and he pushed harder against my center.

“I want you too.” I was sure there had never been a moment in my life when I had wanted something more.

I reached between our bodies and unclasped my bra in the center as I moved one arm out of the strap, then the other. I watched as Keeton’s eyes glazed over as he took in my breasts, licking his lower lip.

Within seconds he lowered his mouth and flipped his tongue over my left nipple before sucking it between his lips, teasing it slowly.

My back arched as I pressed closer and he sucked harder, placing his hand over my right breast. I could feel myself growing wetter as he continued to move his hips just enough to drive me insane.

The moment he began moving lower, hooking the sides of my panties along the way, my heart raced. It was the first time I had ever been completely naked with him.

His gaze roamed over me as he ran his hands along my thighs appreciatively. “You are so perfect,” he whispered.

When his stare focused on the apex of my thighs, I parted my legs even further to give him a better view and his tongue instantly began to wet his lips.

Keeton lowered his body before me, hooking one leg over his shoulder and I braced myself for the feel of his tongue against me. I had never experienced a man going down on me, but something told me that whatever Keeton did to me would be exquisite.

With the first touch of his lips against me, I bucked my hips. He sucked gently, making me squeal in pleasure.

He feasted on me, and no matter how much I moved he continued to eat at me. It was the most amazing torture. My moans filled the room as he continued to drive me insane with his tongue and hands.

I could feel him everywhere and my head was spinning. My lower body tensed and I gripped his shoulders just as he pushed his finger inside me.

“Oh my god, yes,” I moaned, so loud I was sure his neighbors heard me. And as if he knew just how close I was, he began sucking on my clit as he curled his finger inside me, and my toes curled into his sides.

Squeezing my eyes tight, I exploded around his finger and bucked against him, begging for more.

I decided right then and there, in that moment, that having Keeton between my thighs was the best fucking thing I had ever felt in my life.

When he sat up and began lowering his boxers I looked down at his cock in awe. The need to have him inside me was overwhelming.

His hands shook as he tore open a wrapper and began rolling a condom on.

Before he positioned himself between my legs he pressed a finger inside of me one last time and lifted it to his mouth, sucking off my essence.

I whimpered at his action because it was so damn unbelievably sexy.

As he lowered his body over me his lips hovered over mine. “You taste so fucking good.”

I felt my pussy contract as he licked his lips and lowered his mouth to mine. I could taste the tanginess on his tongue.

This was nothing like my first time. This was so much more erotic and I understood with Keeton nothing would ever be ordinary.

“Do you taste yourself?” he asked. I nodded my head as I sucked on his tongue making him groan.

His cock nudged against my opening and I pushed my hips forward, begging for him to give himself to me.

He pulled back and positioned his hardness as he teasingly pushed it in just barely before pulling back. I whined and he smiled. “Is this what you want, baby?” he asked, as he pushed inside just a little more and then pulled back again.

“Yes,” I whispered. “I want you inside me.”

“Who knew you had a little dirty side hidden down deep?” he teased.

“You bring it out in me,” I replied, flexing my hips more, feeling his erection against me.

“Only me,” he said as he pressed inside me once again.

“Yes,” I moaned as he began entering me slowly. “Only you,” I said in a breathy whisper.

“You’re mine, Olivia,” he groaned as he pushed in all the way and closed his eyes tightly as if taking a moment to concentrate. “All mine,” he added before pushing in that last inch and making my eyes roll back in pleasure.

He began to move and my mind was all over the place. I clawed at his back as he pumped into me over and over. My toes curled and legs tensed and my stomach coiled with pleasure.

“You feel so damn good,” he growled out as he slammed inside of me.

He said that I wouldn’t be able to keep him off me once we took this step, but I knew he was so wrong. Something told me that he would find it hard to keep me from jumping him. I was more than sure that Keeton Pearce had awakened the hidden vixen inside me, and I think he was in deep, deep trouble.