Page 38 of The Biker's Virgin
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE – OLIVIA
Olivia sat in her room, cello between her legs, and bow in her hand, but she couldn’t bring herself to play. Holding the instrument was a comfort to her, but she just couldn’t break through her sorrow to play. Playing always brought her joy and it scared her to know that music wasn’t able to bring her out of her slump.
It had been two days since the day at Fern Falls with Blaine. She was torn. The feelings that had been simmering inside her had exploded. And he rejected her. She wanted him so badly. She needed to feel his rough hands explore her back and her thighs, she needed to feel his warm breath on her neck.
She sighed and set the bow down on her bed. She felt the tenderness in him and it excited her, but she had also seen the anger in him, and it scared her. They were from two very different worlds, and the rational side of her knew that it was for the best that she hadn’t heard from him. She was mad at her rational side though, it didn’t understand the sorrow she felt in her heart. If she were to get involved with him, could she ignore the fact that he was a biker? Would she have to accept all that came with it?
“It doesn’t fucking matter.” She muttered to herself, her rational side taking over. Why was she analyzing whether or not she could accept the fact that he was a high-ranking Brass Bonds member, when she would likely never hear from him again.
“Livvy!” Maddie’s sing song voice rang out from the hallway, “Are you using the car today?”
Maddie strode into Olivia’s room wearing teeny tiny floral shorts and a crocheted tank over her bikini top. She had on a huge floppy sun hat, clearly channeling her inner bohemian.
“Oh, Liv. What’s wrong?” Maddie sat down on Olivia’s grey comforter.
“It’s nothing.” Olivia stared out the window.
“Uh huh. Nothing? Right.”
“I don’t want to talk about it. You can take the car. I’m not going anywhere today.”
“What are you planning on doing? Staring out the window all day like you’re in a music video? It’s not raining, it won’t work,” Maddie said, trying to be funny.
Olivia sighed and slumped back in her chair. She gave her sister a weak smile, and hoped that it would be enough to get her off her back.
“Come to the beach with me and Jasmine.” Maddie grabbed for Olivia’s hand.
Surprising not only Maddie, but herself, Olivia let herself be pulled out of her chair and heard herself agreeing to go to the beach.
“Really?” Maddie said. “Sweet!”
Thirty minutes later Maddie and Olivia were on the way to the beach to meet Jasmine. Maddie had insisted that Olivia wear one of her crocheted beach coverups, and Olivia was too tired to protest. Before they left she had caught her reflection in the mirror, and aside from her puffy eyes, she didn’t recognize herself. The next to nothing coverup allowed for her black bikini to peek through and any beachgoer would be able to see her lean physique and her toned abs.
“I work out five times a week and my abs don’t look as good as yours,” Maddie complained as she weaved in and out of traffic.
“You look great and you know it. Stop fishing for compliments,” Olivia said snarkily.
“Hey, I was just trying to give you one. I wish that you could see how hot you are.”
“Thanks,” Olivia said. She had never felt ‘hot’ before, but when she was with Blaine, her insecurities had dissolved. She didn’t cover up, or feel weird when he had traced her stomach and hips with his tongue. She looked in the visor mirror and saw herself from his point of view. Dark hair, pretty green eyes, freckles.
“Your eyes light up when you smile, and you smile the most when you play. Men are going to fall all over themselves when they see you onstage with the orchestra,” Maddie said, turning the Honda into the beach parking lot.
“Thanks Maddie. I just hope that the audition goes well, if I even get a spot.”
“Of course, you’re going to get a spot. Don’t be ridiculous.”
Olivia knew that she was technically the best cellist in the state, but her fate was in the hands of Mr. Tunbridge.
“Do you want to talk about what’s going on with you?”
Olivia waited for a moment, her initial reaction was to brush off the conversation, but she continued, “Do you remember that biker, Blaine?”
“Hot biker with the long hair covered in tatts? The one that you kissed in the barn? That one?”
Olivia smiled, “That one.”
“Of course, I remember him.”
