The Pickup (Imperfect Love 1)
“Thank you for bringing me. Now let me go make myself presentable. I feel gross from sleeping in the car.”
Nick lets go of me, and I run up the stairs to our room. I jump in the shower to rinse off then brush my teeth. I’m debating whether I should go down there dressed, in a robe, naked, or in lingerie when my phone dings with a text from Giselle: Are you busy?
Me: Nope. Everything okay?
It takes her a few seconds to respond, so I wrap the fluffy white towel around me and sit down on the bed.
Giselle: Yes…Reed took a bottle a couple hours ago, but now I think he’s wanting another one. He’s really fussy. I just wanted to check with you before I go off your feeding schedule.
And this is why I fell asleep in the car. My baby boy is going through a growth spurt, which means he has been getting up every few hours all night long to eat. The pediatrician said it’s normal, but I was nervous about leaving Giselle to deal with it. Up until a few days ago, he’s been on a great eating and sleeping schedule.
Me: Go ahead and give him half a bottle. If he doesn’t take it he might just be tired. He’s been up a lot throughout the night. Oh! Can you take his temperature? I just want to make sure he’s not sick. Can you please text me and let me know?
I debate whether to send that entire text, but with me over two hours away I need to make sure Reed isn’t catching a cold or something worse. After hitting send, I lay back in the bed to wait for her response. The pillows are comfy and the down blanket is super soft. Maybe I’ll just close my eyes for a few seconds while I wait…
Twenty-Four
Nick
My phone rings, and when I look at the caller ID, I see it’s my dad. Since the only time he ever calls is when it’s work related, I let it go to voicemail. Right now my priority is Olivia. Speaking of which…it’s been a while since she went upstairs to freshen up.
Leaving the bottle of wine, along with the glasses where they are, I run upstairs to check on her. Immediately, I spot her on the bed, passed out. When I get closer, I can see she’s in a towel. Her phone dings in her hand, but she doesn’t move. She’s snuggled up in the sheets and snoring softly.
Taking the phone from her, I check it and see a photo of Reed sleeping with an accompanying text from Giselle saying he doesn’t have a temperature and that he ate and fell asleep. I text her back a quick thank you and place her phone, as well as mine, on the nightstand. After stripping off my jeans and sweater, I climb in with Olivia—she’s in the center of the bed, so I slide in behind her, my arms encircling her body. She makes a soft sighing noise as she settles into me.
Pressing a small kiss to her check, I lay my head down on the pillow, and for a few minutes I enjoy holding this beautiful woman. The last few days she’s been supermom. Reed’s been up at all hours, and while I try to help, she insists on getting up no matter what. My goal is to get her to understand I want us to be a team. She doesn’t have to do this all on her own. Letting my eyes close, I drift off to sleep.
* * *
I’m not sure how long I was passed out, but what I do know is that Olivia is awake. How do I know that? Because her towel-clad ass is rubbing against my front in a way that has my dick hardening. My hands are still wrapped around her waist, and I can feel her shifting in the bed. Pressing my face into her nape, I tighten my grip on her. She sighs and moves her ass up and down my front again.
“Liv.” I say her name to make sure she’s awake.
“Mmhmm” is all I get.
My hand moves up the towel, and finding the knot holding it closed, I loosen it until I feel the two sides of the towel part ways. Grabbing the material separating us, I tug on it slightly until it unravels off Olivia’s body. I throw it onto the floor then bring my hand back to her body. My fingers stroke and tweak her pointed nipples. My lips trail kisses down the back of her shoulder, and I feel her shiver at my touch.
“Liv, you awake, baby?”
“Yes,” she breathes. I love the affect my touch has on her.
My hand glides across her smooth skin, down her hip, and around her front between her thighs. She parts her legs enough for my fingers to slip into her tight cunt. When she lifts slightly, I slide my other arm under her. Sticking one finger, then two, inside her, I fingerfuck her, getting her wetter and wetter. The room is silent, the only sounds coming from the slickness of her pussy, and from her mouth as she lets out moans of pleasure.