Life Support (The Breathe Series Book 2) (9 page)

THERE ARE A FEW moments in life you never expect to witness—like seeing a baby being born, a celebrity robbing your bank, or digging in your backyard and finding a coffee tin with gold boullion inside. But that’s just where I find myself. My best friend, Travis, is getting married in a few days. Married! This is the same asshole who came in his pants the first time Becca Montgomery kissed him in seventh grade. The same guy who was caught by campus police climbing down the lattice of the Chi Omega fraternity house at the University of Washington at three a.m. The same guy I rode bikes with around the neighborhood when we were kids—putting on mile after mile, making our legs week from exhaustion. The same guy who was at my door forty-eight hours after my dad passed away from cancer. Travis is my brother from another mother, and the fucker is getting tying the knot.

Both my mother and Olivia spent the night at my place in preparation for our flight out to Seattle today. On my growing list of things I’m learning about my Olivia is that she gets very horny when she knows other people, namely family, are around and in earshot. I found that out last night. You’re not hearing me complain though. Taking her from behind and covering her mouth with my hand to muffle her screams as I pounded into her was the perfect way to stave off any anxiety nightmares for me and we both slept like the dead.

I’ve successfully managed to get both women out of my apartment and to JFK airport in a timely fashion. If I was able to do that, this weekend should go off without a hitch. On the ride to the airport, I told my mom that I had upgraded her seat to join Olivia and me in first class. She, of course, was very grateful for the surprise and is currently enjoying a mimosa with Olivia at the bar inside the United Club Lounge. I watch the women interact and laugh as they continue to get to know each other.

Checking my watch, I realize that our plane will be boarding in ten minutes. I save the speech I’m working on for Travis’s wedding on my MacBook and pack the laptop away before heading over to my favorite women.

“Ladies.”

Wordlessly, they both know that it’s time for us to leave, so they down the last of their drinks. I leave a generous tip for the bartender and gather all of our bags as we walk toward our departure gate.

A few moments after we arrived at the gate, our seating section is called and we stride down the gangway to settle in for our six-hour flight. Olivia helps my mom get situated and shows her the various functions of the first-class seat while I stow our bags. As I close the overhead bin, Olivia slides into our row and takes the luxurious, leather seat by the window. She pulls her Kindle out of her purse and puts it in the seat pocket before tucking her bag under the seat in front of her.

When we’ve both ordered a beverage, I take hold of Olivia’s hand. “Remember the last time we did this?”

Olivia bites her lower lip and nods.

“What were you thinking when I took my seat next to yours that night?” I ask.

She laughs softly. “I was thinking,
What the hell is my luck that the guy from the bar is sitting next to me!
I mean, seriously. What were the odds?”

I look at her, slightly wounded. She wasn’t excited?

Seeing my expression, she leans forward and kisses me on my check, breathing into my neck. “I was thinking,
Keep it together, Olivia. This guy is gorgeous.
What were
you
thinking?”

I tilt my head and kiss her just under her ear, hitting one of her more sensitive spots. I know I found it when I feel her shiver. “I was thinking,
Don’t fuck this up, Maxwell
and wondering how I was going to get your panties off as my souvenir. I got close, but not all the way. Perhaps we can rectify that today,” I say, continuing to nuzzle her neck.

I put my hand on her knee and give the bare flesh a squeeze. “Thanks for wearing a dress like I asked, by the way. That plays very nicely into my plan. I’m dying to know what you’re wearing under there. Are you wearing the white thong I love? Or maybe the black one? Or maybe you’re not wearing anything at all.” I slowly move my hand up her thigh and under her skirt to inspect for myself, but Olivia grabs my wrist and playfully shoves it away.

“You are awful. You know that?” she says impishly.

I smile broadly. “Hey, I’m a warm-blooded man. Can you blame me? I know what I need, and I need you.” My nose traces the outline of her ear as I whisper loudly, “Plus, you look edible and you owe me a romp in the bathroom.”

Olivia’s eyebrows shoot up. “I ‘owe’ you? Are you kidding me right now?” she asks as I continue to snuggle into her neck. “Your mother is three rows ahead of us, Owen!”

I lean back and turn in my seat to face her. “This coming from the same woman who attacked me last night after I got out of the shower. The very same woman who ripped the towel from my waist, got down on her knees, and started sucking me off.” I bend down toward her once again. “Baby, you have a fucking fantastic mouth. Have I told you that lately? The way you tease me and swallow—”

“Shh! You’ve made your point, Owen,” she interrupts.

I sit upright in my seat, facing forward, satisfied that I’ve won this round.

While the plane taxies and takes off, Olivia grips my hand tight. I forgot that she’s not a great flier, so I try to distract her with more sexy talk, but she’s not having it. Instead, I switch topics and we talk about the weekend events for Travis and Lucy’s wedding. We discuss the rehearsal dinner that will take place tonight and the delivery of my suit for the ceremony. After the plane has reached cruising altitude and the flight attendants have rattled off their various beverage choices and snack box options, the captain makes the announcement that it’s safe to move about the cabin. Remembering my mission, I turn my head, raising and lowering my eyebrows at Olivia.

I twist to my side and whisper into Olivia’s ear, “I’m going to the bathroom. I’d appreciate it if you would join me.”

As I unlatch my seatbelt, Olivia grips my forearm, pinning it to the armrest. “You can’t be serious about this, Owen,” she whispers back through clenched teeth.

I simply smile, stand swiftly from my seat, and give Olivia a wink before I make my way down the narrow aisle. I choose to use the lavatory at the back of the plane, which is the opposite direction from my mother. The more I can spare her, the better.

Since it’s early in the flight, the demand for the restroom is low and I have my choice of two open stalls. I choose the one on my left and go inside, leaving the door unlocked in the hopes that Olivia will have enough courage to meet me and slightly apprehensive knowing that, since the door is unlocked, the chances of someone walking in on me are pretty good.

When I left Olivia, her cheeks were flushed and her mouth was gaping. Oh, that mouth. That sweet, perfect, magically delicious mouth. I swing my head from side to side as I look at myself in the mirror and fiddle with my hair. I’m not entirely confident that Olivia will even show up. She’s daring, but this may be a little too much, even for her.

Two minutes pass and no Olivia. I sit on the closed toilet seat and wait, wondering if I should just give up and wait to claim Olivia again once we’re in Seattle.

“Owen?” I hear Olivia whisper loudly followed by a knock, but the knock isn’t on my door. “Owen!” she repeats. “Oh! Excuse me.”

I stifle a laugh, knowing that, of the two options for which bathroom I was in, she chose the wrong one. Olivia pushes on the opposite lavatory door and finds me with my elbows on my knees and the biggest smile on my face.

“Took you long enough,” I say as I pull her inside by her wrist.

Exasperated, Olivia puts her hands on her hips. “Oh, sure. You’re not the one who just walked into the guy from coach who clearly had a meal that didn’t agree with him.” She pinches her nose and makes a dramatic stinky face.

I cannot help but laugh. I reach up and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her between my open legs. I bury my face in her stomach and hold her close to me, breathing her in. As Olivia runs her fingers through my hair, I feel slightly overwhelmed at how I got so lucky as to have this sexy, adventurous woman love me.

I pull back a bit and tilt my head to look up at her. “You’re beautiful. You know that?”

“Thank you,” she responds, blushing at my compliment.

“And you’re mine,” I declare, rising from my sitting position and quickly trapping her against the cramped bathroom wall with my hips. Absently, I reach to my side and lock us inside the small room and everyone else out. “Say it, Olivia,” I command.

“Yours,” she exhales, her eyes darting across my face. Desire and need are written across her gorgeous face.

I kiss her forehead before bending to nibble on her neck. “Mine. Always and forever, mine.”

I breathe against her skin as I glide my hands up from her thighs, grab the material of her dress, and quickly release it, letting it float back against her body. My hands continue to move up her sides until they are under her arms. I lift her up, kissing her lips as I maneuver her around the close quarters and turn our bodies so Olivia is standing against the sink.

“First, I want to see what you have under that skirt because it’s been driving me crazy since you came out of our bedroom this morning.”
Our bedroom? What? Did she catch that?

She smiles sweetly at me. “Well, I hate to leave you in suspense, Mr. Maxwell.” She reaches for the hem of her dress, but I, being impatient, take the material in my hands and lift her dress up to her breasts so I have an unfettered view. I’m such a gentleman, I know.

I suck in a ragged breath when I see that she is wearing a sheer, nude, lace thong that leaves nothing to my imagination. “Sweet baby Jesus” I exhale in a puff of air.

Olivia watches my expression as my gaze is fixed between her legs. “You like?” she asks.

“Like? I’m in love,” I confirm. I run a finger over the elastic at the top of her panties and then trace the seam along her leg. My finger slips inside the fabric and makes contact with her sensitive skin. The backside of my finger glides over the lips of her pussy and I feel her heat, her wetness.

“Owen,” she breathes out in a huff.

“Give me a minute, baby. You’re so fucking sexy and I’m so fucking addicted to you that I’m about to lose it before even getting my dick out of my pants.” I burrow into her neck. “I want to fuck you into next Sunday, but if I don’t calm myself down, this is going to be a very short ride to the mile high club.”

Olivia opens up her mouth to say something but closes it quickly. I may have shocked her speechless.

Regaining my composure, I kiss along her jawline and up toward her mouth while I slip two fingers inside her panties. With the lightest of touches, I slide them inside her folds. Olivia exhales with a shiver, and I smile against her skin. I want to commemorate this moment for the both of us. I want to make this fucking unbelievable for her and make another memory for only us to share. I place my palm at the base of Olivia’s neck and hold her mouth to mine. My lips brush over hers and my tongue coaxes her lips apart. She opens to me willingly and our kiss intensifies, becoming more urgent.

Olivia moans softly into my mouth as my fingers glide along her folds, teasing her, exploring her. I glide a finger inside her as my tongue probes her mouth with the same rhythm. I remove my fingers from her panties and skid a wet finger over her bottom lip before I suck on it, tasting her.

“I love you, Olivia,” I whisper as I claim her mouth again.

“Mmm…I love you too, Owen,” she breathes into my mouth.

I feed two fingers into Olivia’s mouth and she licks them hungrily before I move them down and roughly grab her sex. My middle finger slips past the thin strip of material of her thong as my finger dips in and out of her entrance.

“You’re so fucking wet for me. God! I can’t tell you how much that turns me on.” I dive my tongue deep into her mouth and ravenously devour her. “I need you… Need to be inside you.”

Olivia reaches for the belt on my jeans and quickly unfastens the buckle and buttons. She eagerly pushes them down past my hips and does the same with my boxer briefs, shoving them all down to my knees. My rigid erection bounces up and lodges itself against her inner thigh. I groan as the already moist tip makes contact with her soft, perfect flesh.

As I kiss down Olivia’s neck, I intermittently give her directions. “Lift your leg baby... Yeah, that’s it... Let me hold your leg up… Yes, yes… I’m going to put you on the counter... Fuck, baby, don’t touch it yet. I’m going to explode.”

I hoist Olivia onto the counter and, with my hand under one knee, pull her leg up and out, opening her up to me without having to take up too much space.

“You need to keep quiet, baby. The flight crew will hear us. Bite my shoulder if you need to.”

“Bite your shoulder?” she asks breathlessly. “Why would I need to—oh fuck!” she yelps.

I quickly clamp a hand over her mouth as I impale her with one long stroke.
Holy shit, that’s deep.
After taking a few deep breaths, trying to regain my composure, I groan into her neck and then whisper, “You okay? Can I move?”