Jewel Ann - Idle Bloom

“What’s it going to be, Vivian?” His voice is thick with lust.

I stare down at him pursing my lips to the side, trying to hide my naughty-thoughts grin.

“Tell me.”

The words are on the tip of my tongue ready to jump off. They want to play, but I pull them out of the game and send in a different lineup. “Just … do something to me that you’ve never done with anyone else.”

He raises a brow and smirks. “But it’s your birthday.”

“I know, so make it unforgettable.”

He grins.

“But hurry … I’m a little … desperate.”

“Yeah?

I nod.

“Well, maybe I should take the edge off for you first.”

“The edge?”

“Mmm hmm.” He lifts my left leg over his shoulder. “Are your feet okay?”

“Yes,” I answer through a breathless pant.

He slides my skirt up to my waist and swipes his tongue along my slit once real slow. I let my head fall back against the wall. “Yes …”

He does it again and stops when my hips jerk.

I open my eyes, look down at him, and grab his hair. “You’re supposed to be taking the edge off not keeping me teetering on it in angst and misery.”

Keeping his eyes on mine, his entire mouth covers my sex and his tongue doesn’t stop until I feel completely … satisfied.

“Oli …” My eyes fight to stay open as my jaw goes slack.

“Yes?” He wipes his mouth with his arm and smiles as he sets my foot on the ground and kisses his way up my body taking my dress with him. He sucks in my nipple and it jolts straight to my sex.

He grins and lets my dress fall back over my body then bends down to pick up my panties.

“Here.” He hands them to me. “I’ll meet you in the car.”

“Wait, what are you doing?”

He walks to the pantry. “It’s a surprise, now get your sexy ass out to the car.”

“Okay, okay, bossy.”

I wait in the car and a few minutes later he comes out with a brown bag and puts it in the trunk.

“What’s in the bag?” I ask when he gets in the car.

He laughs. “For the last time, it’s a surprise, now open your gift. We have two more stops to make before leaving town.

“Whe—”

“Uh uh …” He holds up his finger. “Damn, woman! Just let the day happen and stop being such a nosy control freak.”

I roll my eyes, untying the pink ribbon before removing the wrapping paper. In the box is a messenger bag.

“For school?” I grin.

“Yes. It’s custom made. I picked the floral pattern for the center panel and red and white for the sides. It made me think of your tattoo. Well, and you work at a greenhouse and Alex calls you flower. Sorry, they didn’t have a cannabis pattern as an option.”

“Shut up.” I shake my head and laugh. “It’s perfect. I love it and I’ll no doubt be the coolest freshman on campus.” I lean over and kiss his cheek. “You do realize Alex doesn’t call me flower because of my tattoo or my job?”

“Oh?” He gives me a quick sideways glance.

“It was because I was a virgin. Not sure why she’s still calling me it … since I’m not.” I look over at him.

Oliver keeps his eyes on the road as his lips curl into a roguish grin. “Sorry. I blame myself for that.” He squeezes my leg.

I laugh and squirm out of his grip. “You should.”

* * *

Our first stop is appropriately Dunkin’ Donuts. It’s our second stop that has me confused.

“The Green Pot? Why are we here?”

“I need to borrow something from Chance.” Oliver pulls around back next to Chance’s truck. “Stay here I’ll be right back.” He gets out, takes the bag from the trunk, and goes inside. A few minutes later he knocks on my window, startling me. I was checking out all the compartments to my new bag and getting excited for my first day of classes like I did in high school. He opens my door.

“What are we—” I look down and see he’s wearing his leather work boots. “Why are you—”

“Get out.” Oliver offers his hand and I take it. He leads me around to the side of Chance’s truck facing the brick wall of the alleyway building. Shrugging off his shirt, he smirks.

I look all around us, feeling a little nervous when the realization hits me. He drops his shorts and boxer briefs and steps out of them.

“Oli!” My eyes bug out. “Oh my God, you’re not seriously going to—”

His lips crash against mine as he pulls up my dress and lifts me up pressing my back against Chance’s truck. I’m still sans panties and before I can even catch my breath, he plunges into me. “Oh God!”

His fullness drains my lungs, and he doesn’t give me a second to acclimate before he lifts me up and lets me fall back onto him. Pinning me against the truck with his body, his hands slide to my breasts. His thumbs dip under the material and rub over my taut nipples.

“Is this how you imagined it?” His breath scorches against my neck as he sucks and bites at my skin.

“Yes …” I moan, meeting him thrust for thrust while holding onto his bare shoulders and digging the heels of my feet into his hard, muscular ass. I arch my back and he exposes my nipple sucking it into his mouth. “Oli!” He drags it through his teeth and repeats with the other side.

“Harder!” What the hell? Did I just yell that?

His mouth moves back to mine as he grips my hips and slams me onto him, hitting the most sensitive spot. I rock my pelvis, finding the perfect edge of pleasure as my clit ebbs and flows against his skin with the sensual tide of his pelvis.

“You’re everything,” he murmurs against my lips while taking my hands above my head and interlacing our fingers. “No take backs…” he speeds up his pace “…not … ever.” I squeeze his hands and whimper into his mouth as fireworks explode in the most incredible birthday celebration ever. He stills, keeping me pinned to the truck. “Oh dear God that was … fucking incredible.” His labored breath washes over my skin and my head collapses onto his shoulder.

“Happy Birthday to me.” I giggle.

He eases me to my feet and opens the driver’s side door to the truck. “Here.” There’s a wad of napkins in his hand. “I don’t think gravity is going to be your friend.”

I grimace with a little embarrassment, taking the napkins and wiping between my legs. He bends down to pick up his shorts and briefs.

“Wait.”

He looks up.

“Just stand there a minute.” I grin and let my eyes explore his naked body and boots. Firm muscles bronzed by the sun, messy copper hair, brilliant blue eyes, and those abs … I could run my tongue over them and give myself another orgasm. Oliver is so sexy it’s not even fair.

He tilts his head to the side, waiting for my eyes to find his again. “Are you done?” I wet my lips and smirk. “Not really, but I’ll finish the tour later.”

He pulls on his briefs and shorts. “You just want me for my body. Do you know how it makes me feel when I see you looking at me like eye candy? I’m a person, you know, with real feelings.”

“You’re right. I do just want you for your body, and if you don’t stop getting your pretty face scarred up, I’m going to have to throw a brown bag over your head when we’re having sex.”

“Get in the car before I swat your ass, birthday girl.”

Did he just threaten to spank me? “You’re all talk, Mr. Konrad.” I look back while sashaying to the car.

He looks at his watch. “We still have ten minutes, Ms. Graham. I think that’s plenty of time to rosy up that fine ass of yours.”

I stop and look over the top of the car at him as he pulls on his shirt while flashing me a suggestive raise of his brows.

“What do you mean we have ten minutes? Are we being timed?”

“You could say that.” Oliver lifts a leg up and pulls off one boot then the other before tossing them in the trunk and retrieving his shoes.

“Get in … We’ll save the corporal punishment for later.”

I slide in the seat and glare at him. “Who’s timing us?”

Oliver starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot. “Chance.”

I gasp. “You told Chance?”

He grins. “I told him I needed to borrow his truck for twenty minutes no questions asked, and I also needed him to keep Maggie occupied inside during those twenty minutes.”

“Did you tell him why?”

“Sure. I told him I needed it to do a favor for my neighbor before I left town with you.”

“But … I … when did you call him?”

“My God, you’re full of questions. I called him after I sent you out to the car. That’s when I grabbed my boots as well.” He looks over at me. “What?”

I shake my head. “Nothing. I just love you. That’s all.”

He holds my hand, circling his thumb over my skin. He’s so beautiful and easy to love. I know this same strong hand holds my heart and with the slightest flinch he can crush it.

“I love you too.” He gives me another glance. Honesty radiates from his soft smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes every time he looks at me. I try to imagine the things those eyes have seen because they radiate the emotion from a thousand lifetimes. Sometimes all I see in the depths of his blue eyes are oceans of unshed tears and a permanent void that was once filled by something … someone very special.

Oliver

I’m not sure who that guy was back at the greenhouse. Exhibitionist is not a word I’ve ever used to describe myself. The man I am with Vivian is not the same guy that came home from Portland, or even the same guy that left Boston over three years ago. The changes I see in myself are subtle, well … most of the time. Caroline would have shuddered at the idea of sex in any place but our bedroom or the couch. I’m not sure she ever fantasized about me or sex at all. If she did, I’m certain she would never have told me.