Page 43 of Pieces Into Place

“Too bad,” I reply, hovering above her like a predator with newly found prey.

“But I made pancakes,” she pleads.

My eyebrows arch in surprise. “Pancakes, you say. Well, that changes things.” I lean back on my heels and pull her up and into my arms as she winds her arms around my neck.

I place my forehead against hers, breathing her in and then lightly touching her nose with my own. She smiles softly and places a gentle kiss on my lips. My eyes close and I revel in the feeling of her warm lips against my own.

Using my tongue, I caress her bottom lip, asking for permission to deepen the kiss before she opens her mouth. Cradling her face in my gloved hands, we kiss for what feels like hours despite the freezing wind blowing around us.

Once even the heat between us can no longer keep us warm, I stand up and throw Olivia over my shoulder as she squeals with laughter. Giving her a slap on the ass I say, “Let’s go eat some pancakes!”

We finished our pancakes, bacon, juice and coffee over thirty minutes ago but we can’t seem to pull ourselves away from the counter. We’ve been talking and laughing since we sat down.

“Wait,” she says, lying her hand on my arm and doubling over in laughter, “Marcus did WHAT?”

I’m laughing so hard it’s almost impossible to finish the story.

“I’d say we were twenty-one or twenty-two at the time. I was home on leave. So, we were leaving the bar and this car pulled up. The dudes inside start talking crazy shit saying all kinds of stuff that would get your ass kicked normally, and I’ve been drinking so I’m fired up. But Marcus, he doesn’t like to fight. It’s not who he is. He’s a joker, but also kind of an asshole. So, instead, he walks over to the car, unzips his pants, pulls his dick out, grabs the side of the guy’s head, and smacks him in the side of the face with it. Not once, but three times!”

“NO WAY!” Olivia gasps, her eyes widening.

“Yes way!” I wheeze out between laughs. “Slap, slap, slap in quick succession.”

“What did the guy do?” she asks, her mouth forming an “O” from disbelief.

“What could he do? He wasn’t going to get out of the car and try to fight us after that. He backed the hell up and drove away!” I answer. “I imagine none of his buddies in the car ever spoke to him again. I mean, when you get smacked in the face by someone’s cock, there’s no coming back from that.”

“Oh my God.” She chuckles. “That’s hilarious.”

“Callan and I couldn’t even move. We were doubled over in the parking lot laughing our asses off as he calmly put his dick away and zipped up his pants. We called Marcus ‘The Wiggler’ for two years after that.”

“Oh, I cannot wait to meet him!” She then suddenly looks anxious about what she just said and jumps up. “I should do the dishes,” she nervously stammers as she starts collecting our plates and cups. She quickly moves to the sink, busying herself with chores.

I slide off my stool and step behind her, putting my arms around her waist from behind. “Hey, why are you so nervous?”

She shakes her head. “I didn’t mean to presume I’d be meeting your friends. Sorry for that.”

Leaning down close to her ear, I whisper, “Don’t worry. They’re going to love you when they meet you. I can’t wait for them to get to know you.”

She slowly turns in my arms and looks up at me. “Are you sure?”

“I was sure the second our lips first touched, Liv,” I tell her.

She melts into my arms at the sound of her nickname and places her head against my chest.

“You know what I just realized?” I ask. “It’s already mid-morning and you haven’t had an orgasm yet. That’s just unacceptable.”

Hey eyes grow wide as I push my hand up her sweater and unclasp her bra slowly with the flick of my fingers. I move my hand around to the front and squeeze and knead her breast slowly, watching her mouth part slightly and her head fall back.

I lightly pinch her hardened nipple between my fingers and revel in the soft moan it elicits. I trail my fingers lightly over her other nipple, then let my hand roam over her stomach, gently brushing back and forth from hip to hip.

Then silently, I grab her hand in mine and lead her to the couch. Before she lays down, I pull her sweater over her head and watch her bra fall to the ground. Next, I pull her soft leggings down and watch lustfully as she steps out of them.

My eyes roam her naked body and take in all of her exquisite curves and my hands itch at my sides to touch her. She takes my hand and lays on the couch, pulling me on top of her.

Continuing my earlier exploration of her body, I let my hands continue to roam over her soft body, feeling her muscles tense under my touch. I kiss her deeply, tasting the sweet syrup from our breakfast.

Moving my hand between her legs, I run my fingers through her lips, allowing her arousal to coat my fingers. Her hips rise in response as her breathing increases.