Billionaire Bartender: A Second Chance Romance (The Buckeye Series) (17 page)

“Mmmm, let’s go.” He pulled back, keeping his eyes closed and holding her at arms length. “We’re so exposed here and you’re really tempting me.”

Liz jumped down off the wall and stood in his arms. She grazed his bulging cock. He wasn’t lying. “Race you to the swings.”

This was a smart distraction. They sprinted across the park. He reached the swings first, pushing his way through them, and sending them flying wildly in the air. Liz stopped short and yelled, “Race you to the slide.”

Oscar dodged around the swings and tackled her inches from reaching the slide. They rolled on the grass until he was on top. “You feel cold. There’s a place not far from here, where we can warm up.”

“Will you behave?”

“Never. I’m the horny as hell guy.” He helped her up and led her across the park to a small shed with a padlocked door.

“How do we get in?”

“Allow me.” He took out his keychain, inserted a small silver key in the lock, and twisted it open. “My dad’s the caretaker.”

It was a groundskeeper’s shed. The inside smelled of grass and motor oil. There was a riding lawn mower, fertilizer, shovels, buckets, and other misc lawn tools. Oscar cleared a space and spread a blanket on the ground.

“It’s not very romantic, but we could just sit and talk.”

“You brought me into a locked shed to talk? Uh uh.” She leaned in, kissed him, and lowered him down on his back.

“So that’s a no on talking?” He pulled her over his torso and ground his pelvis under her.

What am I initiating? Do I want this?
Liz struggled.
My body does and it feels so right. Like I’ve been waiting to be with Oscar all along.
Her mind was still deciding, but the pulsing sensation between her thighs was stronger and pushed forward. She hovered over Oscar, teasing him while she fought with herself.

He made up his mind faster and locked his arms around her in a bear hug. Rolling over sideways, he pinned her down on her back. Now he had control. Not usually an aggressive lover, Oscar initiated his seduction by smoothing the hair out of her eyes. He then allowed his caresses to travel down her jawline, along the side of her neck and finally down into the crevice of her breasts. “Let’s get you out of that awful shirt.”

Straddling on his knees, he took his time with each button. When the last one was opened he fanned out the fabric and inhaled deeply. “Breathtaking.” He smoothed his palms over her abs and leaned in for a kiss just above her waistband. “Truly amazing,” he said, traveling his lips up to her front bra clasp. “Can I?”

She arched her back, inhaled slow deep breaths, and offered her chest to him with a nod. As he opened her bra and took her in his grasp, she clenched her pussy tight. He was so slow, sensual, and focused. She’d have an orgasm before he truly touched her if she wasn’t careful. Just like when they texted, she held back to be in synch with him and absorbed every second of his touch.

He swallowed hard before reaching for and cupping her breasts. He pulled a nipple in his mouth and moaned between sucks. Pleasuring both at once, he gently kneaded the one he wasn’t tasting.

When she couldn’t stand it any more she placed a hand on the back of his head, holding him in place for a little longer. She squirmed under him. He moved his attention to feel her moistening pussy.

“What are you waiting for?” she encouraged.

He nudged the waistband of her yoga pants down. Lifting her ass off the ground she gave him permission and he wiggled them off. Returning to his position over her he rubbed one finger inside the edge of her silk panties. He continued swooshing from hip to hip dipping lower with each stroke. She yearned for him to explore all the way in and not just with his finger.

Without breaking eye contact he leaned forward on his knees, his hands landing on either side of her head. He smothered her in a kiss and begged under his breath to release his hardening cock.

She was just as desperate to have Oscar in her grasp. She unbuttoned his jeans.
No underwear.
She creamed for his wet tip within her reach. Reluctantly letting go, she slipped both hands down his jeans, over his ass. It just took a few inches to free his member. He emerged, stiff, tempting her to caress him from base to tip with one stroke.

“Ohhh, Yesss,” he moaned.

She pulled on his shaft. Finally they were enjoying each other’s touch. He grew harder and longer. The tip of his hard cock teased across her abs, so she swung his sensitive head across her panties. Needing more, she wedged him down, rubbing her wet silk on him. He was so close with one piece of fabric separating them.

“We should slow down.” He pulled back and rolled over onto his back next to her. “I don’t want to rush you.”

“You’re probably right.” She inched over, resting her head on his chest. His stiff cock was still calling to her. She bit her bottom lip. They were both too worked up to stop. “Maybe I could give you one little kiss.”

The need to taste him overtook her, she slid her mouth down his hard abs to his harder cock. The first soft touch on the head of his cock caused his butt to flinch stiff. Then his body relaxed.
Yes. I want this. I want to give him this pleasure.

She folded her lips over and sucked on the tip. Holding the shaft in place she swallowed his cock fully. Working faster she stroked and sucked. He moaned, writhing with pleasure from her kisses.

Up and down she greedily pumped on his cock. Determined to satisfy him, she sucked, fondled, and crashed on him. He cycled between holding the back of her head to grasping the blanket underneath them. His breathing was ragged, then he gasped, surging for her.

She pulled off and said one word, “Now.”

He obeyed her sensual command and released his creamy explosion. Thumping his cock, he aimed for her open mouth.

Satisfied from pleasing him, she closed her eyes and laid her head on his chest. They laid in each others arms for moments that seemed like an eternity. They held each other silently until his heartbeat returned to a normal rhythm.

Chapter Thirty Two

Stopping when they should’ve, Oscar and Liz composed themselves and made their way back to the truck. On the drive out of town Liz sat in the middle seat, huddled under his arm with her head on his shoulder. The rain shower sprinkled on the roof of the cab, lulling her, reminding her that taking chances didn’t always have to end up in a mistake.

“Do you like ice cream?” Oscar asked, exiting the highway. He pulled into a full parking lot of what appeared to be the only business on the exit. A neon sign in the window flashed “Simon’s.” Taped up next to it was a picture of a young boy licking a giant ice cream cone. The outdoor patio was crowded with families enjoying pie a la mode and sundaes. They sat at red topped tables, corralled in by a wooden post fence with one entrance/exit.

“How can they eat outside? It’s November.”

“The ice cream is that good.” Oscar escorted Liz up to the door, where the line was extended to the far wall.

Inside, the shop smelled of sugar goodness and fresh baked pies. Oscar nodded to the man in charge behind the counter.
Simon’s here? What was I thinking? Please don’t ask me anything. I just want to share a scoop of ice cream with Liz. Don’t tip off that I own the place or that I’m a billionaire. I can’t tell her here.

Behind the counter were oversized chalk boards with ice cream flavors filled in, erased, and written over again. At the top it read “Simon’s 66 Flavors or Close Enough.”

“Does that say wasabi?” Liz asked, straining to read some of the smaller words.

“Yup.” Oscar stretched his neck to the side, peering into the glass freezer case. “But looks like they’re sold out.”

“I’m alright.” Liz explored the flavors in the case in front of her. All the usuals were there, chocolate, vanilla, and cookie dough. These tubs were full, barely any ice cream had been removed. The scoopers were only dipping into the containers from the case on the end.

“What can I get you?” a young server asked.

“I can’t decide.” Liz eyed down the line past a trio of teenage girls. “What’s in those cases?”

“Those are Simon originals and the only ice cream in the state worth eating in November,” Oscar answered.

“Hi, Oscar,” the server beamed. “Do you want your usual?”

“You come here that often?”

“Nana loves this place.” He squeezed Liz around the waist. “Pick a flavor.”
And don’t notice that everyone’s being overly nice to me.

All the flavor names of the ice cream in the last case were unusually original, sweet potato pie, rum raisin, graham cracker cookie, salted caramel pretzel, cinnamon bun. And in the furthest corner, remnants of green wasabi ice cream with a sign taped on the side. “Sold out at noon.”

“I’m overwhelmed. You order.”

“Give us two scoops of coffee pecan and put it on a slice of pumpkin pie,” Oscar said with a wink.

“Coming right up.”

Despite an odd look from the cashier, Oscar paid for the scoops and gently pushed Liz to the door before anyone could out him as his true self.

They took their desserts to the patio and sat on makeshift barstools made out of tractor seats. Behind the building was nothing but vast open farmland.

“This really is just out here in the middle of no where.” Liz tried a big bite getting both the ice cream and the pie on her spoon as directed as the proper way to eat it. “But man is it worth the drive. I’m going to have to bring Bill back here.”

“Oh, he know about this place. They make an awesome stout chocolate.”

“Seriously, the secrets you two have,” Liz said, half speaking about Oscar hiding his businesses from her.

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing.” She was still embarrassed that she hadn’t asked about his day job and again couldn’t muster the courage to this time. “It’s amazing we’ve both known Bill for so long and had never run into each other before.” Liz put her spoon down. She couldn’t eat another bite. “Fate kept us apart until we could be together.”

“Guess so.” Oscar finished the last few bites of their pumpkin pie a la mode dessert. He took a deep breath.
Maybe this would be a perfect time to tell her a little of the truth. I could introduce her to Simon and partially come clean. What could happen?
Just as the thought cleared his mind a Texas sized dust devil twisted with a vengeance behind Simon’s ice cream.

The field of weeds and wild flowers shook with fear, as the monster of a storm closed in their way. Along with the wind swirling, rain pelted down, thundering and rattling the tin roof of the ice cream shop’s dining area canopy. The families, teens, and other patrons outside grabbed their spoons and headed for their vehicles.

Oscar helped Liz up into the cab of his truck as the beast loomed forward threatening to soak and cover them with a red dusting.

“Scoot over,” he squeezed in and slammed the door. The truck shook seconds later. The dark cloud hovering above, showering down buckets on the cab.
Message received. I’ll keep my mouth shut.

“Someone doesn’t like ice cream,” Liz joked.

“Good thing the real rain hasn’t started yet. We might’ve been thrown twenty feet in the air by a tornado instead.” Oscar was suddenly aware of the tight grip he had on Liz’s knee and softened it. “Sorry about that. Maybe we should get back to the city.”

“I’ll drive.” Liz made a pass for the steering wheel.

“Not gonna happen. This is a date and my momma raised me right.” Instead of getting out in the harsh weather, he awkwardly climbed over her.

Unable to resist, Liz cupped between his thighs as he passed. “Gotcha.”

“Hey.” He fell into the seat, squished between her lap and the gear stick. “Watch out.”

“You didn’t have a problem back at the park.”

“Back there I wasn’t in danger of being impaled by a metal rod.” He clasped the gear shift head in his palm and rocked it.

“Trust me it’s not that bad.” She kissed him on the neck and swung her legs up into the seat for the ride home.

Chapter Thirty Three

The rain clouds followed them, but the storm had shaken out it’s fury. This made for a quiet ride back to the city. Oscar reflected on the day he’d shared with Liz. Questions were asked and answered, stories told, and sexual tension was released. He was at peace in the stillness of the silence with Liz in the truck. He’d dreamed of having a wife that would exude her love for him without a word spoken.

He had the evening off, but felt compelled to check in on the bar. “I’m heading to the Buckeye. Do you mind?”

“Are you kidding? A day of fun wouldn’t be complete without a drink with Mitch.”

Perfect answer.
Oscar stretched his arm out along the back of the seat and Liz scrunched in next to him for the rest of the drive.

When they arrived, a cold breeze rushed over them sending shivers up Oscar’s back and raising goose bumps on Liz’s arms. “Feels like winter’s coming.” He ran his arms up hers to create friction and warm her up. This motion created more movement in his pants than he anticipated. He arched back, keeping his hands locked around her waist. “Damn, you’re sexy,” he said, leaning in for a kiss. They tightened closer together as another gust of wind cut through them. “Let’s get inside.” Oscar shivered.

“You two just getting here?” Bill asked, making this presence known by the back door.

“Are you spying on us?” Liz asked.

“Just enjoying the view.” Bill pulled Liz a step to the side. “Everything still cool?”

She nodded.

“Have you?” Bill gestured, poking a finger into his fist. “You know.”

“None of your business.” She pushed him back, knocking him off balance. “What are you doing out here?”

“I’m checking—no.” Bill stopped and rerouted his thoughts. “I was going somewhere.”

Oscar opened the back door and yelled. “Food!” The usual voices answered with a loud chimichanga from Mitch among many other thundering yes votes. Oscar stepped back out, addressing Bill. “How many? Is everyone here?”