More than once, my subconscious sneers.
After the initial time, that set our separation in motion, I was devastated over losing Olivia and Amanda was there. She let me use her to try and fill the void. It was wrong and stupid and pathetic, and it happened way fewer times than I’m sure Olivia imagines, but I was drowning in self loathing and pity and frustration as well as still mourning our miscarriages and I just wanted a moment where I didn’t hate myself or my life.
Amanda did provide that moment of peace.
Before the shame that came with sleeping with her overwhelmed me further.
We weren’t dating or living together. I never promised her more. I called her when I was drunk and lonely and she listened to me go on about Olivia. She listened to me cry over being estranged from the other half of me. She let me be sad over everything we’d been through the past year. But I’d been transparent with her, which is why I was furious to hear what she had to say to Olivia. Not to mention saying that I loved her?
And of course, because I’m a pussy, I couldn’t refute all of this yet.
I tried to tell her once a few days ago. We’d just made love and she was sleepy and warm and cuddling against my side under the low lighting of our room. The words “I remember” were on the tip of my tongue when I heard her whisper my name and then the gentle sound of her breathing.
I thought about waking her up and confessing everything, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I knew there was so much we had to work through once I told her I remembered everything and after six months of being apart from the other half of me, I was relishing in reconnecting.
I push a hand through my wet hair aggressively as tension builds in my body. I begin rinsing the rest of the shampoo from my hair when I sense that I’m not alone. I open my eyes, blinking them several times and see a figure on the other side of the glass. Instantly I feel the tension leaving my body. I wipe the condensation from the glass, clearing some of the fog to see Olivia leaning against the sink, giving me a sinful smirk. She’s still in her clothes from work, a tight pencil skirt that had me rubbing my cock the second she left this morning and a light blue blouse that makes her skin glow. Her lips are nude, but are painted with something glossy that makes me want to shove my cock between them. I open the door slightly and give her a lascivious grin as she does the same to my naked body. I watch as her nipples poke through the silky fabric and I want nothing more than to suck them into my mouth. “Why don’t you quit staring and get your gorgeous ass in here?” I ask her as I run my hand up and down my shaft.
She shakes her head as she bites her lip. “We’re getting drinks with Lys and Wren, remember?” I groan as I shut off the water and make my way out of the shower. Drops of water fall from my body and I watch as Olivia follows the trails of water slide down and drip down my cock.
“Oh really? Because you’re looking at me like you have no intentions of going anywhere tonight.” I take a step closer to her and grab her jaw and rub my thumb over her pouty lips. She kisses the pad of my thumb leaving traces of her lipstick and gives me a devilish smile.
“Later, I want that…in my mouth.” She reaches down, running her hand up and down my cock once before letting go and gliding out of the room like she hadn’t just sent me from six to midnight.
“Tease!” I call after her as I grab a towel from the rack and wrap it around my waist. I follow her back into our bedroom and watch as she slides her skirt down her legs and pulls her blouse over her head leaving her in a tiny thong and a lace bra that she’s pulling off her chest and instantly I need my hands on her. It’s as if I can’t get enough of her after the six months of being apart.
“Olivia.” Her name rumbles in my chest and it sounds like a low growl as it leaves my lips. She yelps and turns around and I’m on her instantly, pulling her into a deep kiss as my hand finds her nipple. “Call Alyssa and tell them we’re going to be a little late.”
“But…”
“Now.”
“So are you ready for the Hamilton Inquisition?” Olivia asks as we sit in the back of our Uber.
I chuckle, thinking about our well meaning but very nosy friends that are bound to have a lot of questions about Olivia and me getting back together. Especially Alyssa. I sigh thinking about the bodily harm I’m sure she’ll threaten if I hurt her best friend again. “If you can handle Alyssa, I can handle Wren.”
“Oh God.” She laughs as she rubs her forehead. “Alyssa means well, Bennett. She cares about me.”
“So do I, baby,” I tell her. “No one needs to protect you from me.” She twists her mouth and I catch the glistening of her eyes. I pull her closer to me and press a kiss to the back of her ear. “I’ll protect your heart better this time, I promise.”
She looks up at me and kisses my lips gently, sliding her tongue against mine once before pulling away. “I believe you, Clarke. I trust you.”
We beat Alyssa and Wren to the restaurant despite our slight delay because those two were notoriously twenty minutes late for everything where Olivia and I were always five minutes early. I slide her jacket off of her and take a minute to let my eyes rove over her. She was wearing a black dress that falls off her shoulders and comes down just below her knees, with the sexiest pair of heels that I can’t stop picturing wrapped around my waist as I fuck her later.
She takes her seat and I move my chair slightly closer to hers so I can touch her. Just like it’s always been. If Olivia and I are in the same room we are touching in some way. It’s as if our connection is magnetic somehow. I press my lips to the bare skin of her shoulder, letting my tongue dart out to taste her and she squirms in her seat which makes me hard in my slacks. Turning Olivia on does nothing but turn my cock to granite, as if it knows it needs to be inside her. “You are the sexiest woman in this restaurant. Every man in here wants to be me right now.” I twirl one of her black wavy strands around my finger before tucking it behind her ear.
I look around the room and sure enough I catch the gaze of a few men raking their eyes appreciatively over my wife. She looked breathtakingly gorgeous and I can’t resist the smug grin from sliding across my face telling them, she’s mine. I’m no stranger to putting men in their place and after being separated, I’m more than ready to stake my claim over my wife if someone looks at her sideways.
She turns
towards me and immediately her hand finds her hair. “And you’d do well to remember that,” she sasses and pecks my lips. I’m about to respond with a cheeky comment of my own when I hear a gasp. I turn towards the source to see Alyssa staring at us, with her jaw almost on the floor and Wren staring at us with the largest grin on his face.
“Oh My God.” She darts around the table and pulls Olivia into her arms. “What? How? When?” Her eyes are wide and I’m fairly certain she hasn’t blinked once since she approached the table.
“One question at a time, babe.” Wren chuckles as they take the seats across from us.
“You’re kissing, you’re…clearly fucking,” she says as she looks around the restaurant. “Okay, I need a drink.” Her eyes find mine and then move back to Olivia. “Liv.”
“Lys,” She gives her a pointed look, which I know means now is not the time, “everything’s fine.”