Olivia - I've had better

Olivia - I've had better
"It's not nice to call out another woman's name when you finally fuck the one that's been begging for your dick for years, Harmon," I whispered teasingly to him.

His muscular form tensed for a split second before he withdrew from me swiftly. Gone was the warmth of the body that had been pressed up against mine a second ago.

"Time for breakfast, Miss Hunter," he said nonchalantly, already stepping into his boxers like it was a regular Tuesday when I turned to face him.

"You fucked me last night, Harmon. Me. A lot," I said coyly, a smug smirk on my face.

"My apologies, Miss Hunter. It's my fault, not yours. I was not in my right mind and we were both drunk. Last night was a mistake. It won't happen again," he said, pulling a classic Mr. Inconsequential as he turned his back on me to head towards the kitchen.

"You have nothing to worry about, Harmon. I won't tell Billy. You're safe," I said begrudgingly, his words ruining the moment I had been waiting for for the last four years.

He stopped short in the doorway, then turned back around to face me.

"You think I'm afraid of Will? I don't give a shit what you tell him. Unless of course it's that you didn't enjoy it. Did you, Miss Hunter? Did you enjoy my cock in your cunt all night long? Sure sounded like you did," he said, eyes boring into mine.

Fucking him was supposed to fix it so I'd stop thinking of him all the damn time. Instead, he had my body crying out for his touch. Despite the hangover from hell clearly clouding my judgment, I resisted the urge to throw myself at him and beg him to fuck me again.

"I've had better," I said cheekily. "You of all people know that."

"Really?" he said, grinning cockily, taking a few steps back into the room.

The breath caught in my throat as he closed the gap between us. I stood frozen in place, watching him walk back to me and get into my personal space. His lips a hair's breadth away from mine. His body all but pressed up against mine. He dragged his mouth away from mine, onto my cheek, all the way up to my ear.

"Because I'm not sure I have," he whispered to me. "Just so you know, it was a delicious mistake."

He backed up just enough to look me in the eye and held my gaze with his, sending my heartbeat skyrocketing. Shallow breaths came out of me as he turned away from me, reached down and opened the drawer of his bedside table.

"For your headache, Miss Hunter," he said, producing a bottle of aspirin, taking my hand in his and laying the bottle into it.

I just stood there and watched him do it like some dick lashed teenager.

"Breakfast will be ready promptly. Make yourself decent," he said, his lustful eyes dropping to my chest.

I followed his gaze down to see that the dress I had yet to zip up had slid down just enough to offer a generous look at my tits. The last four years, teasing him, daring him to look. Why the fuck did I want to cover up now?

"They're fucking beautiful Olive, but you're just not for me," he said, brushing the swells of my breasts with his fingers before he stepped back.

I watched him walk away with a lump in my throat. Just sex. Purely physical. Creepy daddy issues. That was all it was. So why the fuck couldn't I stop feeling proud as I stared at the scratches on his back?

A sliver of sadness coursed through me as he said, "Tell Will if you need to. If it'll make you feel better. As far as I'm concerned though, this never happened. But Olive—"

A thrill went through me when he said the pet name only he and Billy used for me, as he so often did. Today it had a different ring to it.

In an instant, my body remembered what it felt like to come undone for him. Holy fuck.

"What?" I asked in a small voice, wiping away a single tear as he got further and further away from me.

"Just because I thought it was her, doesn't mean I'm not glad it was you. Color us both surprised, baby girl," he said, before he walked out the door.