When Sparks Fly (Sexy Secrets Book 2) (16 page)

Yeah, that comment doesn’t make me feel like a man-whore
at all.

“Liv, why are you doing this?”

She shrugs.  “I want to know.”

We stand in silence for what seems like an eternity before I
finally answer her. 

“Yeah – I have.”

“Oh,” she says – as if she is surprised, which is odd since
I was under the impression that this is one of things that Jacqueline told Liv
about me. 

She looks at me, down at the bowl and then back at me again
before turning her attention back to stirring the bowl’s contents. 

FUCK!  I should have lied, but I don’t want to have any
secrets between us.

I finally move towards her – intent on fixing this.  I watch
her pour melted butter into the bowl before she starts to stir vigorously. 

“What are you making?”  I ask.

“Cookies”

“What kind?”

“Peanut butter.”

 
Which are my favorite.

I watch her for a while.  When she starts to spoon the dough
onto the pan, I step behind her, wrap my arms around her and hold her as she
continues to spoon cookie dough onto the pan.  I am comforted in the fact that
she is letting me hold her.  When she starts to put the fork marks on the
cookies, she speaks.

“Is that something you want still - a threesome?  Am I
enough?  I love you, but even though I love you, I know I would never be able
to share you with another woman.  I’m sorry, but that is non-negotiable for
me.”

I squeeze her tight in my arms, pissed that I am the cause
of her feeling this way. 

“Baby Girl, you are all that I want.  I love you so much
that sometimes I can’t even think straight.  You are the only woman that I want
– now and forever.  You will never have to share me with another woman.”

Seconds tick by - then minutes as she continues to put the
fork marks on the cookies.  I release her from my hold when she leaves to place
the pan in the oven.  She comes back to me, wraps her arms around my
mid-section and buries her head in my chest.

“You promise?” she asks softly.

“On my life,” I say as set her away from me so she can see
my face as I say it. 

__________________________

Isaac

I think we are both feeling a bit clingy today.  When I wake
up at 6:30am to get ready to go to the gym, Liv wakes up too (something she rarely
does).  As I get dressed, I watch her sit up and lean against the headboard as
she watches me.  I can’t keep my eyes off her either. 

“I’m surprised you’re awake so early,” I say as I sit on the
bed so I can put on my socks and shoes.  She haphazardly wraps the sheet around
herself and comes to sit beside me, leaning into me and resting her head on my
shoulder. 

I wrap my arm around her.  “You okay?”

She nods her head against my shoulder and my heart clenches
a little bit knowing that I after I leave, I won’t see her again until
tonight.  I wish I could spend the entire day with her, but I have a lot to do
today at work.  Before I have a chance to think about it, I speak.

“Do you have much work to do today?” 

She shakes her head and looks up at me.  “No - why?”

“How about you hanging out with me at work today?  You can
even bring Chewy.  I have to stop by a few location shoots, make sure
everything is going smoothly and then head back to the studio to do some
edits.”

She says ‘yes’ without missing a beat.

“Yeah?”  I smile down at her, stealing a quick kiss.

She nods back at me eagerly.  “What time do I need to be
ready?”

“I’ll come back here to get dressed for work - so if you are
ready by 9:30am, that would be good.  We can get breakfast on the way.”

She smiles at me and leans up for a kiss.  I meet her
halfway and deepen the kiss quickly.  I press her back down on the bed and
cover her with my body. 

To hell with the gym today.

Olivia

I hate to sound like a cliché, but ever since the Jacqueline
fiasco, Isaac and I have been closer.  Everything we do now seems to have a
deeper meaning. 

The day after the Jacqueline fiasco, I spent the day with
Isaac (well actually Chewy and I spent the day with him) and we had so much
fun.  I got to experience firsthand the inner workings of what goes into making
a reality show. 

Let me tell you – there is not much reality in it. 

I still find myself smiling and my heart does a little
stutter-step as I remember how Isaac introduced me as his girl and how he doted
on me all day and the days after.  I know he was feeling guilty about the
information that I found out about him, but as I have told him (several times)
– it doesn’t matter.  It was in his past and it has no bearing on what we have
now.  As the days turned into weeks, I think he started to believe me as he
lost the ‘sad-little boy-look’ in his eyes.  

Right now, it’s the first Friday in September and everyone
is at Isaac and Judah’s house.  We are gathered in the theater room discussing
the annual vacation that will be in November.  Actually, they are discussing it
- I am just listening.  Isaac has already invited me and I readily accepted
because I haven’t had a real vacation since my sister and I went to Hawaii
three years ago.

So where are we going?  Sonoma, California – aka wine
country.  The girls are discussing which wineries/vineyards they want to visit
while the guys are discussing the two-day racing experience they signed up
for.  Apparently, they will spend two days at an area racing school learning to
drive at break-neck speeds without crashing.

At 7pm, Zoe tells us girls that it is time to go.  I snuggle
closer to Isaac.  I really don’t want to go.  You see, tomorrow is the start of
the college football season and the guys have this ritual where the night
before the start, they spend it drinking and watching all the pre-game coverage
on ESPN and other sports channels.  Then tomorrow, they will watch football all
day.

All damn day…

And every Saturday of the college football season, he and
the guys will get together to watch every single football game being played.  I
know that is not possible, but that is how the girls explained it to me.  

Isaac kisses my forehead and lightly pushes me towards his
sister.  I give him my best frowny face and get up in a huff.  He quickly pulls
me back and presses me back into the chair.

“I’m sorry,” he says, kissing my neck before whispering. 
“You know I will miss you tonight.”

Isaac and I pretty much sleep together every night now. 
This will be the first time in a while that we will sleep apart.  He runs a big
hand down my side before gripping my hip firmly – careful to keep it PG since
everyone is still in the room. 

“I love you,” he whispers before trailing kisses from my
neck up to my mouth.  We get lost in the kiss and only stop when a pillow hits
the back of Isaac’s head. 

“Dude – it’s just one night,” Charlie comments.  “You two
act like somebody is going off to war.”

Isaac smiles against my lips before standing and then
helping me up.  My face is hot with embarrassment as I rise on my tippy toes
and give him a quick peck.  “Love you too.”

We girls are heading to Zoe’s for a good old fashion pajama
party where we will more than likely eat way too much junk food and drink way
too much wine – which I will admit I am looking forward to.

__________________________

Olivia- Three weeks later

I glance at the bedside clock and back down to my
sketchpad.  I have been trying to sketch some jewelry designs and do my own
thing ever since I arrived at Isaac’s house almost two hours ago.  It’s
Saturday night and the guys left about an hour ago, but my boyfriend is still
in football mode; meaning that he is now watching the highlights from today’s
games on ESPN.

I hung out with the girls today; which is our routine for
Saturdays now.  Sundays are football days too (NFL) but the guys are not as
fanatic about those games as they are with the college games.  Sundays, we all
still hang out and have dinner together with the guys only occasionally
watching a game or two.  It’s almost 11pm and SportsCenter is about to end,
which means I can fuck Isaac. 

Forgive my language, but I have been horny all day. 

When I hear the SportsCenter theme music, I know the show is
ending.  I toss my sketchpad and pencil on the floor by the bed and lie back,
turn on my side and watch Isaac as he sits in the oversized recliner.  The way
he is sitting has me all hot and bothered.  He’s slouched down with his legs
spread wide.  He has one hand resting on his six-pack abs and the other behind
his head.  All he has on is a pair of sleep pants.  Even his bare feet are sexy
to me now.   

Any moment now, I am expecting him to turn off the TV and
come to bed where I can have my wicked way with him.  One minute passes –then
two minutes – then three minutes and I realize another SportsCenter has started
and it sounds like it is a repeat of the one he just watched. 

I squint my eyes to make sure he is awake, because surely he
would not re-watch something he just watched – right?

He’s wide-awake.

I huff and climb out of the bed, determined to lure him to
the bed.  I take off my pajama bottoms – leaving me in just my t-shirt and
panties.  For some reason Isaac finds me sexy in t-shirts and panties.  I
remove the hair band from my micro braids, bending over and shaking my head to
give me a sexy look – I hope.

I want to look sexy, not homeless.

I also take off my socks to show off my new pedicure.  Isaac
likes it when I paint my toes a funky color.  They are a bright turquoise blue
this time.  I walk over and stand beside his chair.  He doesn’t even look at
me, so I climb into his lap.

“Come on Liv,” he says instantly, sounding annoyed.  “I’m
trying to watch TV.”  He tries to look around me because I am blocking his view
of the TV.

I ignore him and start kissing him.  It only takes him six
seconds to forget SportsCenter and palm my ass - that is when I go in for the
kill.  I break the kiss and trail my lips along his scruffy jaw until I reach
his ear.  Isaac’s ears are very sensitive and whenever I play with them, it
drives him crazy.  Therefore, I lightly nip his ear lobe before whispering.

“Isaac.”

Nip. 

“I want to play.”

Nip – light lick up the shell of his ear.

“Do you want to play with me?”

He bucks into me as I continue to molest his ear.  His big
hands travel from my ass to my back where he wraps his arms around me in a
tight embrace. 

He once told me he likes to get me riled up because that is
when I get freaky.  Well, I love getting him riled up because that is when he
stops holding back.  Most of the time when we make love, Isaac keeps a tight
leash on himself.  I know he holds back because he doesn’t want to hurt me. 
But I like it when he loses control – which he has done a handful of times.   

I grind down on the quickly growing bulge in his pants and I
am caught off guard when he fists my hair and yanks my head back.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” he says before
he brushes a soft kiss against my lips – a startling contrast to how tight he
is fisting my hair.  His hold on my hair stings a bit, but at the same time, it
makes my pussy ache.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Isaac,” I respond -
my voice sounding all breathy and moan-y.  I grind down harder, trying to get
some friction. 

“Baby Girl,” he says, chuckling against my lips.  “You know
exactly what I am talking about.”  He eases his grip on my hair some as he
slowly kisses down my neck, lightly nipping the skin over my jugular as he
releases my hair completely and helps me remove my t-shirt.  His calloused
fingertips trace down my spine and I let my head drop back, enjoying the
feeling of being under his spell.  His hands delve into the back of my panties,
kneading my ass cheeks as he takes my nipple into his mouth. 

“Isaac,” I moan as his ministrations to my nipple send a
zing straight to my pussy.  He effortlessly maneuvers us until I am the one
sitting and he is kneeling between my legs.  I lift my hips as he slides my
panties down my legs.  I watch, transfixed as he kisses down my right leg
before placing it over the right arm of the recliner.  He does this same with
my left leg, but instead of placing it over the left arm of the chair; he
places it over his shoulder.

 I bite my tongue to keep from crying out when his mouth
settles over my pussy.  Whoever taught Isaac how to eat pussy should be given a
million gold medals.  He is down there for a while making me lose my mind. 
When my hips start to buck and my toes start to tingle with my approaching
orgasm, he stops and stands up.  I watch with rapt attention as he removes his
sleep pants – his chocolate stick slapping against his hard stomach. 

He gets back down on his knees and pulls me forward until I
can feel him at my entrance. 

“Is this what you want Baby Girl?” he asks as he teases my
opening with his hard cock.  “You wanna play?”  He slowly slides only the tip
in and then back out.  I let out frustrated sounds as he does it again and
again.  Only giving me a fraction of what I want and making me impossibly
wetter.  I scoot down in the chair, bringing my hips closer.  He just chuckles
before he scoops me up and lays me on the rug that covers the hardwood floor in
front of the chair.  The look in his eyes lets me know I am going to get Isaac…
unleashed
.

The Isaac that makes love to me on the bed is a skillful
lover, but the Isaac that is making love to me –
correction
  - fucking
me on the floor right now is a beast. 

Sometime later, Isaac wakes me and instructs me to drink a
bottle of water, along with taking two ibuprofen tablets. 

“So you won’t be too sore in the morning,” he explains
softly as he takes the empty bottle from me.

Too late.

__________________________

Olivia – Early October

“So, every year, R&R Construction volunteers with
Habitat for Humanity.”  Isaac says softly in my ear as I settle against his
chest and the movie starts.  Everyone is at Isaac and Judah’s for movie night. 
We have just finished dinner and now we are all settling in the theater room to
watch some action flick that the guys picked out.  I take his hand and give it
a squeeze, letting him know that I am listening.

“All of us volunteer and I’m wondering if you want to
volunteer with us this year.”

I snort out a laugh and quickly cover my mouth,
embarrassed.  No one is paying attention to us; their attention is on the TV. 
Isaac just chuckles lightly in my ear as he wraps his arms around me.  

“What’s so funny Baby Girl?”

“Have we not met?  Me with a hammer and nails equals
disaster,” I say softly as I turn to look up at him.  He kisses my forehead
before speaking.

“Trust me, I know.  My mom and Maddie help with the food and
water.  You could help them.  They always need extra hands with that – making
sure everyone stays hydrated and fed.”

“Yeah?”  I say, loving how he is looking at me.

“Yeah,” he replies before kissing me sweetly – too sweetly
for my liking.  The room is dark except for the light coming from the TV, so I
don’t think anyone can see us.  Therefore, I have no problem deepening the
kiss.  I start to get lost in the kiss, but an errant thought has me pulling
back from Isaac’s drugging lips.

“Don’t these builds usually happen on a weekend?” 

“Yeah,” he says, sucking at the skin below my ear.

I stifle a moan because I love it when his lips are in that
exact spot.

“What about your football games?”

He pulls back and looks down at me.  He looks a wee bit
irritated and he’s actually pouting.

It’s so adorable.

“Usually we are able to get a weekend in August before the
season starts, but this year that wasn’t possible, so we have a weekend in two
weeks.  We plan to record the most important games and watch them during the
week.”

__________________________

Two weeks later, a sunny and unseasonably warm late Saturday
morning finds me pulling a little red wagon holding a tub of water bottles in
ice towards the construction crew working on a house.  I reach Isaac’s dad (Mr.
Matty) and uncle (Mr. Daniel) first and offer them each a bottle of ice-cold
water. 

“Thanks Sweetheart,” Mr. Matty says as he takes a bottle of
water from me.  I nod and give a bottle to Mr. Daniel.  He gives me a smile
that makes me blush.  Isaac’s dad and uncle are hot for older guys.  I continue
my way up to where the rest of the crew is working, I come to an abrupt stop as
I spy four sexy men working hard. 

Isaac, Judah, Charlie and Wood are all shirtless and
glistening with sweat as they maneuver about the shell of the house.  Every
single one of them is sporting varying degrees of defined six-pack abs and I
have a hard time focusing. 

“Sexy, aren’t they?”  A soft voice asks behind me. 

I turn and Ivy is looking at me with a smirk.  I can only
nod as I turn my head back towards the men, my eyes zeroing on Isaac.  He has
on a pair of jeans, workman boots, a tool belt and nothing else.  The waistband
of his light gray boxer briefs is peeking out.  I lick my lips as I watch him
and Judah pick up a two by four and nail it into place.

A hand goosing my waist startles me. 

“Livy – focus!”  Ivy whispers in my ear.   

“I am focusing,” I respond back cheekily.

“Not on Isaac.  You are supposed to be passing out water,
remember.”