Midnight Daffodil (Poisonous Petals #1)

Chapter 44Olivia

forty-four

OLIVIA

B eing with Luke felt as simple as breathing air.

The following weeks passed in beautiful tranquility. The court quickly approved my restraining order, and Luke discovered that Matt was served during a recess at one of his hearings. Thank goodness I wasn’t around for that. I picked up the stray fork, soaking it in the hot water as I washed dishes.

Luke practically turned his house into ours. Vera returned from her retreat and agreed moving to Luke’s was the best decision once we filled her in. She’d been steadily bringing over my stuff ever since.

“You know, you don’t have to do those dishes, angel.” Luke came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. His hot kiss met the back of my neck.

“I know I don’t have to. But I don’t do anything else, and it makes me feel like a leech sometimes,” I admitted, drying my hands to face him.

“You’re anything but that.”

“I was thinking,” I started as I kissed him softly, “about getting a job.”

He thought momentarily, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. We had conversations about it before, me wanting to contribute, but him not being sure it was the safest thing to do, considering.

“There’s a receptionist position at the station. If you were adamant on working, I’d feel better about you working there,” he said. His blue eyed gaze full of love and admiration. “‘Least I know it’s safe.”

“Seeing me at work and at home? That’s a lot of Olivia.”

His lips traced the shell of my ear. “I can’t get enough of you, baby girl.”

My pussy clenched at his words. Our lips met in slow passion. The rhythm of his tongue matched the one he often used on my throbbing clit.

He reached between our bodies, and his hands encircled my thighs, draping them around his waist like the finest of silks. The hard length of him pressed against my belly as he placed me on the kitchen counter. Kisses grew urgent and messy as he pulled his cock out of his sweats and tore my panties off me, tossing the ruined fabric on the floor.

The audible sound of his finger sliding through my pussy told him I was ready for him. Finding my clit and rubbing soft circles into it, my skin was aflame, needing him inside of me. My muscles screamed to accommodate him as he plunged into me iron stiff. Throbbing inside of me, he shoved past the resistance until our pelvises touched.

“Look how well that cunt takes my dick.” I met his line of sight between us. His dick slid out of me inch by aching inch, glistening with my arousal. “Your pussy was fucking made for me.”

“Yes, it was,” I moaned as I felt myself clamp down on the head of his cock. Losing his body from mine would be a tragedy the way I needed him.

He slowly inserted himself back into me. Luke grabbed my upper body, molding me to him, and he kissed me furiously. His tongue violently trailed down my throat, making his way lower. Warmth closed over my nipple through my shirt, sucking and pulling on the hardened peaks.

The granite countertop was slick with my juices. My body slid, only kept in place by the force of his body plunging into mine. My orgasm crashed through me with loud sobs as he reared back one last time, thrusting to the precipice, filling me with his hot fluid.

He admired our passionate mixture that coated his shaft.

“I could watch you drip my cum all day.” His forehead was wet with a sheen of sweat.

I kissed his nose, and he smiled down at me as he withdrew from my body. He helped me off the counter and kissed my forehead.

“I love you. I can’t wait to make you mine forever,” Luke said, looking down at my thighs.

“I love you, and I already am, but we were having a conversation before you rudely interrupted it,” I teased.

His brow furrowed, considering our previous discussion.

“I wouldn’t mind it. Knowing you were sitting there with your cunt filled with me might make me work harder.” He shrugged, casually tucking his cock back in his sweats.

“You suck at communicating sometimes, you know that?” I mostly joked, but Luke hated budging on this topic.

“I need to get some rest before my shift tonight, angel,” he said. He fed Rev and refilled his water. I learned the routine of what supplements and medications to give Rev and when to give them. Luke kept him in top shape, and I loved them both.

“Alright. Vera and I have plans anyway. Can you drop me off before you go in?” I asked.

“Of course.”

“And maybe,” I fluttered my eyes at him, drawing out the word. “You and Aidan could give me a ride home? Vera doesn’t take her car when she drinks. She goes home with a guy.”

That one earned me an eye roll. “Yeah, just call me when you’re ready to go, and we can get you. You better not be picking up men with Vera.”

“Everything I’ve ever wanted is standing right in front of me.”

Pink hues saturated his usually stern face. Luke’s hands left me cold as he turned up the stairs. I snuggled up on the couch with Rev and turned on true crime.

God, I loved him.

I had some time to kill before meeting up with Vera.

“ H ave a good night, angel. I love you.” Luke squeezed me tightly. “Please, be careful and call me if you need anything.”

“Babe, I’ll be fine. You have my location on your phone, so you can always see where I am whenever you want to.” I reassured him. He frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know. I feel tired, almost uneasy, I guess. Like we should stay in tonight.” He glanced down, shaking his head in confusion. “I don’t like when I get this feeling.”

“Do you wanna take me home?” I didn’t want to, but I wasn’t going to have any fun if I knew he was worried. Luke needed to be focused when he went to work. I couldn’t have him riddled with concern for me all night.

He considered it, his hand absentmindedly stroking up and down my lower back. “No,” he finally said, meeting my gaze. “I’m just being paranoid. I want you to have fun. Call me when you’re ready to leave.”

I smiled at him. “Thanks, babe, love you. I’ll see you in a bit!”

I hopped out of the truck and watched him as he pulled off. Vera came up beside me in a shrill and shrieking hug. My favorite thing about her was I could’ve just seen her a day ago, hell, two minutes ago, and she always acted like it had been ages.

“Let’s get our drink on!” She cheered as she steered me into the first of many bars of the night.

We sat in the back at a round table with two barstools, ordering drinks and snacks. Vera told me about work and how she was no longer training that older realtor. The lady had finally built her own clientele and made her own sales.

“She finally did the process on her own. Closed on the client's new house earlier this month.” Vera told me.

“Who was it?” I asked, inhaling mozzarella sticks.

“Dunno. Some guy. Had lots of money and wanted a house several hours out, near the border. I don’t care”—she dunked an appetizer in the ranch—“I’m glad I don’t have to deal with her. She cost me like three clients because she had no fucking filter.”

“Well, good fucking riddance,” I agreed.

We spent the rest of the time at that bar, eating, dancing, and judging people’s outfits. We wanted to go to several other places that night, and Vera prowled for some arm candy to take home.

“Is Aidan seeing anyone?” she cooed as her drinks started to kick in.

“Not that I’m aware of. I think he’s a no strings attached type of guy,” I told her as we made our way into the next bar. The warmth contrasted with the cool outside air made my skin feel sticky. We headed to the counter for more drinks while an old pop song blasted through the speakers. Vera and I wiggled our bodies to the familiar beat.

“Hmm,” she mulled it over, dancing and mouthing the words to the song in between her statement. “Same. I’m down for that.”