across her white duvet and my head between her legs. Liv on her hands and knees as I drive into her from behind. Liv up against the wall, her tits bouncing with every thrust of my hips. Liv in the shower with her lips wrapped around my cock.
I groan, my breaths becoming ragged as my dick throbs with the rapid beat of my heart. I take some of Liv’s conditioner to my shaft, allowing me to pump faster as I fuck my hand, every cell in my body seeking release while I drown in her floral scent. Then her smile flashes in my mind, tipping me over the edge as my cum sprays all over the shower. I milk myself, picturing her biting her lip, my muscles feeling so fatigued, I have to reach up and place one hand to the wall to remain standing.
I blink, and it’s her smile I see again, and though I’ve just come, my dick twitches, barely pacified.
Mother fucker.
29
Olivia
“Coffee?” I ask, turning as Arlo steps out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel. His chest is wet and chiseled and tattooed and far stronger than any shot of caffeine.
I face the coffee pot and abandon the idea of filling my cup, realizing he needs to get things from his bags.
“I’m amazed you’re up. I was expecting to have to go pry you out of the bed.”
“My second alarm started to go off.”
“You have two?”
“Three, actually. They’re put in different spots, so I’m forced to get up to turn them off.”
He cracks a smile and pushes his wet hair back.
“Are you done in there?”
He nods, his gaze dipping to my breasts, reminding me I should have put on a sweatshirt, or at least a bra.
“I’ll be gone before you get out because I’ve got to get to work. But I’ll come by to get my things and clean everything up.”
“Your roof isn’t going to be replaced today,” I tell him. “You’re welcome to stay here, and don’t worry about your stuff.”
“The project could take weeks.”
I shrug. “Lately, I’ve been collecting strays like it’s a hobby.”
He scoffs, running a hand across his chest, making my fingers twitch with the desire to do the same. “And I’ll talk to Rose about bringing her guests over. She can go to their houses for a while, and I can even bleach her bedding and sleep with her so you can have my bed.”
“Like I’d ever turn down the chance to be in bed with you,” he says, giving me his megawatt Arlo smile that makes me weak in the knees. But then it’s like his brain finally catches up with his mouth, and he quickly tacks on, “You know, because you’re my good luck charm.” He grips his neck with his hand, moving his gaze to the coffee pot. “But you don’t have to bunk with Rose. I’m not going to put you out.”
“You’re not. It’s not a big deal. Seriously. Go to work and forget about trying to find another place to stay … unless you want to stay somewhere else.” My words come too fast as panic rises. Does it sound like I’m begging him to stay? Do I want him to? God, why do I have to be so awkward?
“What’d I miss?” Rose comes in, freshly showered and dressed, her chestnut-colored hair blow-dried and curled, her makeup flawless. I should have chosen a best friend who wasn’t a ten, even on her worst days, because her best make me feel like a troll.
“Arlo’s house is basically condemned,” I tell her. “They have to get a new roof and a new ceiling.”
“And we have no electricity,” he adds.
Rose laughs. “Maybe you really should go beg for forgiveness from that woman because bad luck is following you like herpes right now. Or just stick to Olivia like glue since she seems to be your own four-leaf clover,” she smirks at me.
“Speaking of herpes,” I say. “I was telling Arlo he can stay with us, but the living room shares a wall with your room, and you have a habit of being a little … loud.”
She grins salaciously. “He was amazing.”
I shake my head. “I wasn’t asking for details. But, while Arlo stays, are you cool with fewer guests?”
“You weren’t out here when I bid adieu to Javier this morning.” She looks at Arlo, her eyebrows raised as she turns her attention to me.
“He slept in my room. It was no big deal.”
“It’s kind of a big deal.”
I glare