Page 63 of Gone for You

For the next few hours I’ll do my job but tonight… tonight I’ll have her in my bed. I’ll show her that she’s mine and I’ll chip away all those bricks she’s built up around her heart.

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I smilewhen I see her car parked in my driveway. It’s a sight that I have to admit I wouldn’t mind seeing every day at some point in the future.

Silence greets me when I step inside the house. It’s nothing fancy but it’s mine. The ceilings are high in the ranch-style home, an open concept layout. Set just outside the city limits on a few acres, there’s an old red barn on the property I converted into a wood working shop a few years ago that I’ll miss like hell when I finally build on my other land. After complaining to my dad that I was desperate for hours of isolation after being surrounded by people at the bar, they encouraged me to take on a hobby. If I’m not at The Goat, I’m in my shop, building and creating furniture. Almost everything in my house has been made with my own two hands.

I smile and feel a sense of peace when I notice Olivia’s purse and laptop bag is sitting on the kitchen table. Something about seeing her stuff, especially things like her laptop that she needs for work, here in my home makes me feel at ease.

I grab a bottle of water out of the fridge, remove the lid and chug down half of it and replace the lid then toss my keys on the counter while continuing my way down the hallway. “Liv?”

“Yeah?” comes her voice from my bedroom.

I smile and pick up my pace. When I push open my bedroom door, I realizethisis the sight I’d like to be greeted with every day.

“Did you build this?” During one of our phone calls, I talked to her about how much I love building furniture. The bed was here when she was last time, but I’m sure that now that she knows I built some of my own furniture, she probably walked into my house with different eyes. Seeking out the pieces that I built myself.

“You know I did.” I place the bottle of water on my dresser. Toeing off my boots, I kick them to the side. Reaching behind me and tugging off my shirt, tossing it to the floor without a care and get to work on my pants, boxers and socks. Liv’s eyes widen as she takes a slow perusal of my body. It’s nothing she hasn’t seen before so it’s sexy as hell that she’s looking at me now like it’s the first time.

I’m already getting hard just seeing her naked and laid out on my bed, slender fingers wrapped around the slats of the headboard. Bright white painted on her nails stands out against the dark stain on the wood. Creamy skin and dusky pink nipples. Her blonde hair splayed out around her on my dark gray sheets. Absolute beauty laid out before me –forme.

“I love it.” She licks her lips and focuses on my hand stroking myself. Up, down. Up, down. My grip tightens just slightly and my stomach clenches when I watch her trail a fingertip over the swell of her breast, down her sternum. I want nothing more than to sink into her, take her now but the desire to stretch out our time together is stronger.

“I’ve got something else that you’ll love, too.” I release myself and open my top drawer. Fingers brush against silk and I pull out the bright red scarf, letting it dangle in front of her like a cookie.

“What do you have there?” Her voice is wispy, soft and just like earlier tonight in my office, a direct line straight to my dick.

“Fun.”

She bites her bottom lip, excitement obviously slicing through her veins in the way she’s squirming. Her legs rub against each other, her breasts jiggle ever so slightly as she shudders. Goose bumps pepper her skin despite the warmth of the room.

“Ethan,” she rasps. “Get over here.”

Her command has my feet moving immediately. I don’t care if withholding what we both want most would be a tease that would only enhance our night together. The need to be inside her is too intense to resist.

My knees hit the mattress and I crawl over her, my legs straddling her sides. Energy buzzes between us when my dick skims her smooth skin as I gently push my body toward her. I jerk at the contact but complete my mission.

Taking the silk scarf, I start at her thighs, trailing it up her body. I tickle her with the end, causing a faint smile to grace her lips. Her nipples pucker when the silk slides over them. I wrap the scarf around one wrist, letting my finger trail over the small words tattooed on her skin and tie the end around one of the slats in my headboard I crafted by myself. “Too tight?” I ask her and she shakes her head. I repeat with her other hand and tug slightly, making sure both hands are secured. I swallow hard, lust pooling, making my body hot all over. “Feel okay?”

Another admission I learned during one of our phone calls was how much we both enjoyed bringing toys into the bedroom and experimenting with different positions.

“Mm hmm,” she hums.

Her breasts brush against me when I lean over her, the slight dusting of hair on my chest likely causing a sensual friction against her nipples if the hitch in her breath is anything to go by.

She cranes her neck, tongue snaking out to suck on my pierced nipple and I groan. The feel of her mouth on my body something I’ll never get enough of. I briefly regret that I tied her up, wanting more of her touch, but this game — it’s part of the bigger plan. My ultimate goal. Remind her how much she wants me. Same as I want her. Not just for tonight. I’m officially done waiting for our forever to start together. It might have only been another month that we were separated but it was enough for me to know it’s not what I want.

Reluctantly, I pull away and mock-scold her. “Not your turn,” I tsk.

“It’s always my turn,” she argues.

I shake my head. “Not this time. Maybe if you’re good I’ll give you back the use of your hands.”

“But you already had your fun in your office. When do I get a chance?” She’s close to whining but there’s an undeniable bright spark of interest in her eyes. She loves this just as much as I do.

“You think we’ll be done soon? Trust me, Liv. In a few hours, you’ll be begging me for a break.”

“Lies.”

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