Making His Baby(137)
She gives me a sweet smile.
“It’s about much more than that. My patient has dementia and at this point, consistency is vital. I can’t abandon him in the middle of the road. I’d feel awful about it. He needs me and I intend to be there.”
My expression softens as her words sink in. Until she starts talking again.
“Listen, I didn’t come to the island looking for anything serious. And I’m sure you didn’t either. I think the best part of this is that neither of us went in with any expectations.”
I don’t say anything. I just watch her, waiting for her to continue and try to talk herself out of what we have.
“But this just happened. And it’s been amazing. But we both know the real world is calling. You run a huge corporation on the other side of the country. And me? Well I’m happy in Tennessee.”
“Right,” I say releasing a frustrated breath.
“Can you honestly say you’ll even have time for me once we’re back in the States?”
“I’ll make time,” I tell her.
She looks at me quietly and reveals a patient smile. “You think so now. But trust me, you’ll get so busy you’ll forget about me in no time.”
My suspicions grow when she says this and I wonder if she has a distraction lined up to help her forget about me.
“Are you fucking anyone back home?” I ask candidly, not masking the anger in my tone.
Her eyes triple in size but she shakes her head furiously. “Why would you even ask me that? I told you I’m not seeing anyone. I could never share myself with someone here knowing that I have someone waiting for me at home.”
Possessive feelings that I’ve never had to deal with before assail me and I know in that moment that I’ll strangle any man who even dares to come near her.
I need to make myself crystal clear.
“I don’t want you fucking anyone else.”
An emotion I can’t pinpoint flits across her face but she doesn’t voice whatever it is.
What is she thinking?
“I won’t have time to entertain anyone else for a while. I’m going to nursing school, remember?”
“That’s not what I meant,” I retaliate, frowning.
I don’t want her with anyone else. Period. The thought twists my gut in nauseating knots.
Sighing, Olivia regards me with a tired look.
“Why don’t we focus on enjoying the time we have left?”
Her hand grazes my rigid jaw and my body reacts immediately even though I maintain a cool demeanor.
“Things are good now because we’ve been left alone. Outside forces haven’t been a huge factor yet,” she speaks rationally.
My mood darkens despite her logic.
She doesn’t want me for more than sex because of my status. In high school I didn’t stand a chance in hell with her because of my social circle and now she’s telling me the same thing ten years later. Only with a different twist.
Whatever I do, it seems like I can’t win.
Gritting my teeth, I decide this is bullshit.
From that point on, every time Olivia tries to engage me in conversation, I keep my answers short and simple.
When I see confusion flicker on her face, I avert my eyes to ease the guilt.
Even in my dark mood, I’m hard as a rock being this close to her.
While the credits roll on the episode we’re watching, Olivia rises and I think she’s going to leave the room to let me brood in solitude.
Instead, she steps in front of me, filling the space between my sprawled legs.
Without a word, she bites her plump bottom lip.
And right before my eyes, she sinks to her knees with lust clouding her jade eyes.
I watch her from underneath heavily lidded eyes as she expertly unbuttons my shorts and tugs at the waist telling me without words that she needs me to move so that she can remove them completely.
She pulls down my boxers and shorts together, her eyes lighting up when she sees my hard dick spring free.
Wrapping her palms around my shaft lovingly, she only has eyes for that part of me.
“You’re so thick,” she says in awe, her hands beginning to move up and down.
She rises up on her knees and opens her mouth wide. When her tongue is wrapped around the swollen tip, I swear as my eyes roll back.
One thing this trip has taught me is that Olivia can work wonders with her tongue. Her mouth is fucking incredible.
Her head moves up and down slowly, coating my length with her saliva. Once I’m lubricated, she moans against my cock and starts sucking me greedily.
Soft hands work the base, gripping me skillfully and rotating while her head bobs up and down sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body.
Tangling my hands in her tresses, my hips begin rising to thrust myself against the back of her throat.