Sexy Hart (Sexy Series) (10 page)

She stands there - stunned, her mouth curling into a huge smile. Oliver puts an arm around me and I automatically look at the floor, covering my face with my hands, mortified. “Don’t be embarrassed,” he says softly, “it’s cool. Bea, I’m sure this is very amusing for you, but we’re not going out or anything, we just… hooked up. And it’ll probably happen again. Okay? So don’t tease Clare.”

“I’m… uh… I’m speechless…” she says through the giggles, “my brother! You two have always had a bit of something going on, haven’t you?”

Oliver sighs, “No, it’s all very new, so just stop making a mountain out of a mole hill; it’s just sex.”

“Eww…” she says, “you’re my brother - shh. But what about Stacy?” her voice turns to a whisper, “Where is she?”

“I took her to the airport last night, we broke up.”

“Oh hallelujah!” she cries before fixating on us again. “You made light work of moving on…”

“Oh come on, Bea, just drop it. We’re not
engaged, we just… spent the night together. And you’d never have known if you hadn’t stood here grilling Clare. You know you should work on that bullying thing you’ve got going on.”

“Hey!” I interrupt, “She has never done any such thing, that’s mean, Oliver.”

“Okay, okay, but she wouldn’t let it go and you were clearly embarrassed.”

“Aww, so you came to her rescue…” Bea says, hand on her heart and swaying. “This is extremely exciting news.”

“No, it really isn’t, Bea,” I add, “please don’t tell everyone.”

“Oh!” She pouts. “You know I’m telling Daniel. No question.”

“Okay, but just keep it to yourselves, okay? There really is nothing to tell, nothing will come of this, we’re just good friends, kinda… helping each other out, no, no, no, that sounds terrible… um…”

“Clare, chill. It’s okay. I won’t say a word. But you look fantastic together, always have… if something does ever come out of this, just know you have my blessing,” she says with a wink, and turns to walk back down the hallway to her room, swaying her hips and looking back once to wiggle her fingers at us and giggle.

Oh lordy.

I pause for a moment, still standing at the door, and I sigh loudly, rubbing my forehead with my hand. Oliver tugs me into his arms and rests his chin on my head.

“Relax, darling. It’s fine, there’s no reason that they can’t know we’re being intimate… is there? It’s not like we’re seeing anyone else.”

“No,” I whine quietly into his chest, trying to strengthen my knees again, even his t-shirt smells gorgeous. “But you know, we should maybe have discussed it. I’m not sure I want them all to pity me when you meet someone else and this ends.”

“Or vice versa. I’m sorry, you’re right, but it was really hard being in there and listening to her badgering you. I’m sorry. Forgive me?”

I peel my face from his delightful chest and look up at him. His cheeky smile melts me. “Okay, I forgive you. But she and Daniel are going to be watching us like hawks now. Just so you know.”

“We can handle it, gorgeous girl. Now - let’s close this door and get back inside so you can get ready. Maybe you’ll need ‘help’ in the shower.”

I close the door, laughing, and he still hasn’t let me go. “I’m pretty certain I won’t need help, Oliver, but if you’d like to join me… that would be okay.”

“Perfect. You… wet… oh, I can’t wait.”

~~~~~~~

The shower was… how shall I put it? Amazing fun! Our lips were locked all the way from the door to the bathroom before he leant into the shower, still not letting me go, to turn on the water. Then, he untied my dressing gown until it dropped to the floor, leaving me totally naked, and - surprisingly, only mildly uncomfortable.

He hadn’t bothered to belt up his jeans earlier, so I had a fairly easy job of unfastening them - it’s quickly becoming a
favourite past time of mine - as he lifted his t-shirt over his head.

Once we were both nudies together, we stepped into the shower and let the water make us slippery and hot. I
love
being warm and wet in a shower with a man, the way two bodies can move against each other, the way his skin feels under the stream - uh, it’s definitely super erotic for me, and I really hope we’ll get a chance to do that again.

Being in a hotel room also has a certain excitement to it; it’s new, different, plush… it makes what we’re doing a bit more ‘okay’. We’re on holiday; we should make the most of everything, including each other’s sexy bits!

The clear highlight of the shower scene, though, was the finale. Me, on my knees, enjoying him, thoroughly. He had waited and waited to please me, yet again, so I was determined to make this memorable for him, and I feel pretty confident that I managed it.

He said all of those lovely things, he held my head and face, without trying to ‘fuck it’, he just let me do my thing and it seemed to work well for him. He moaned and uttered over and over again about how new this is to him, how no one knows quite as well as I, how to turn him on. I’m going to take that bit with a pinch of salt, that must just be ‘in the moment’ kind of talk for him, but when he did finally explode, all down my chest and over my boobs, he was definitely extremely happy with my oral performance.

Oliver sat on my bed and watched as I applied make-up, dried my hair and chose clothes for lunch. I kept asking him if he wanted to watch TV or go to his room to change, but he seemed more than happy to sit there chatting and watching me. Very bizarre behaviour for a boy - only one other man has ever done that with me and he turned out to be a bit of a freaky stalker. Bleugh, but let’s not go there.

When I’m dressed in a short, very fitted black and white floral
sun dress and sandals, Oliver compliments me and asks me to join him in his room while he changes.

“Okay, no problem, although I still don’t see why you didn’t just go and get dressed while I was getting ready, I’m sure that would have been a lot more interesting…”

“Not at all, it fascinates me watching girls get ready, especially you - you have all this fancy stuff you put all over your body and face and although you do look incredibly beautiful, you really seem to be wasting time because you’re stunning before all of that. But I really enjoy watching the process with you - every move you make is a sexy one…”

I roll my eyes and blush. “Oliver.”

“It’s the truth.” he says, holding his hands up.

“You don’t need to give me all the lines you know, I know you well enough to be able to do without that,
we’re not dating.”

He frowns and takes my hand in his as we walk to the door. “I’m not feeding you any lines, darling, you know I think you’re beautiful, I’ve told you loads of times before. Everything I say to you is exactly what I think or how I feel.”

I blush again and look to the floor, smiling. We’ve been friends and joked about together for years, but somehow, right now, I feel like he’s ‘new’. The way you feel when you meet someone and get that excited, giddy feeling. I’m getting that with Oliver right now and it’s… crazy! I’ve known him forever! “Okay.”

“Good. Got everything?”

“Yep… but, Oliver… you’re still in the dressing gown,” I laugh, “I don’t think you want to be leaving the room like that.”

He looks down at himself and frowns, “Why not? I think it’s rather a dashing look, don’t you?”

“Um… okay?”

“Good, glad you agree. Let’s go.”

He opens the door and ushers me through first before letting it slam behind us. He throws an arm around my shoulder and swaggers down the hallway proudly in the white waffle robe. I smile up at him, extremely amused.

We pass the housekeeping trolley and the staff simply smile and greet us in the usual manner, no strange or questioning looks about the half-naked man next to me walking along like he owns the place. I can imagine Luke doing something like this; these boys have been hanging around each other too much!

Speaking of Luke, I miss them. He and Tilly really should be here having fun with the rest of us, it feels a little incomplete on my birthday without the full crowd, but they do have the best excuse in the world and in all honesty, given the choice, I think I’d rather be sitting at home with a beautiful, wrinkly, newborn baby. Especially one as special as Emily…
oh, Emily. I want one.

Oliver’s room is pretty much the same as mine, but with just the one floor to ceiling window. He’s not the tidiest of all men, but his mess is kind of… kind of… I don’t know,
‘sexy’
maybe? It’s not too bad that you’d think he’s a filthy, revolting pig - but it’s just a bit - masculine.
‘Hey, I don’t care if my clothes are strewn on the floor all night, I wanted them off and that seemed as good a place as any to leave them.’

He has two empty bottles of beer on the desk, I presume from when he got back from the airport last night, before he came to find me.
Oh gosh, that was so much fun.
I step over to them as he fishes something out of his overnight bag (why do men never unpack? It’s so strange to me). I take them over to the bin and Oliver stops me as I do, taking the bottles from my hands.

“Don’t do that,” he says, softly.

“Don’t do what? I was just going to put them in the bin for you.”

“I know. Exactly. Don’t tidy up after me, I should be making it tidy for you.”

What?!
“Oliver, what are you talking about? I have
always
tidied up after you. Always. For as long as I can remember. Stop being daft.”

“No,” he says, walking to the bin to place them in there himself, “I don’t want you to think you have to do that. I’m a mess, yeah, it’s a fact - but I don’t want to see you walking around cleaning up my shit like I’m some kind of slob who lets his
‘bitch’
do everything.”

Wow. “Oh… um. Okay… I think? Though, you know, we have had sex before, Oliver… why are you being all weird and different about it now? I
ain’t yo bitch,” I add with a flick of my wrist, giggling; so amused at my bad self.

He grins and walks over to me, semi-dressed in just jeans and aftershave. He wraps his arms around my waist and sways slightly.
Oh dear god, he smells divine.
He presses his jaw against my temple as he runs his hands up and down my back and as he speaks, the deep, heavy vibrations rattle my nervous system. “You don’t want to be my ‘bitch’?”

O
h god, yes, a million times - yes. Forever and always, with a tiny baby… uh, I mean a cherry on top - YES. Hmm? What? I didn’t think that.. no. Not me.
“You know very well that I don’t want to spoil our relationship, and me being ‘yo bitch’ would be the quickest route from ‘A’ to ‘Disaster’.”

“I know. And I don’t want you to be my bitch, anyway. You shouldn’t be anyone’s ‘bitch’. You are going to be someone’s fucking sexy, hot, empowered, independent, beautiful, mother-fucking wife.”

I don’t think the Lord is going to help me with what to say or how to remain upright about now, so calling out to him yet again is simply unnecessary. But oh holy Mother of Christ, maybe she’ll help me. What he said - I want to be what he said! HIS MOTHER-FUCKING WIFE! Hmm? What?

I slip my hands around his back automatically while I think of something to say, and I’m at a total loss so I just close my eyes and sigh, defeated and rest my forehead against his hard chest. I do so want to be someone’s wife and someone else’s mother. More than he could possibly know. It’s all I’ve wanted for a very long time and it makes me sad to think I may never have that - if I continue to have problems meeting the right man for me.

“What? Why so silent? You know you were born to be a wife and mother.”

“Yeah, let’s not talk about that now, okay?”

He tightens his arms around me. “Okay, darling. Do we have to go out? I’m so comfortable like this…”

I laugh against his chest. “Me too, but yes, we do. Everyone will be waiting for us if we don’t leave soon. I’d love to spend the day…” I trail off, suddenly unsure if I should be speaking my mind - we’re still friends and I’m talking like we’re lovers.

“Spend the day… carry on…” he prompts.

“Um… spend the day, in, um…”

He pulls back and looks down at my face, his beautiful bottle green eyes twinkling with mischief. “Don’t get all shy on me now, gorgeous - you want to spend the day… cuddling? In bed? Having no clothes on, pressed up against each other? Don’t be bashful, I want that, too.” He bends slowly to kiss me and it’s so gentle and sweet, it’s so easy to forget that we’re BFFs all of a sudden - why is that? It’s always been right up there at the front of my mind, but he’s never been quite so… loving with me before. Never mind the butterflies; I’m a little baffled to speak the truth, what the hell is going on with us?

I smile shyly. He got it spot on. Oliver and I - whenever we have been intimate - have always been very passionate and rushed. We never stayed in each other’s beds, we were able to wake up the next day, alone, and continue as always… okay, maybe he was, I always had a little unsatisfied feeling about me - totally sexually satisfied, of course, but there was always an empty spot where a boyfriend should be. But to the outside world, blissfully unaware of the naughty, dirty things that had recently gone down with us, we were - as always - the best of friends.
Of course until Snide Stacy came along, and then everything was weird whether we had sex or not. Maybe that’s why I’m feeling so different about the whole thing… I’m just grateful to have him and our friendship back. I missed him, terribly, during that ‘
her
period’.