I Hate You...I Think (28 page)

             
"It's good. It's got a cherry in it. I know how much you love cherries," He laughed leaning on the bar.

Shaking my head at him I glanced around. The people here were very laid back, most were in just groups of two or three. It made me think of a dating type place. Singles meeting other singles but most of the people here looked Mid-
forties. Not all but mostly strict business types.

             
After getting our drinks we headed to a different part of the room where there were guards blocking a doorway. Oliver pulled out a card from inside his jacket and handed to them. One took it and looked over then back up at Oliver again. They kept eye contact for a few moments before the man opened the door ushering us in.

             
"Do you get the impression he doesn't like you much?" I joked.

             
"He doesn't. I know him."

             
"Oh...is that a bad thing?"

             
"We'll see how it goes," Oliver sighed looking over his shoulder.

             
The short hall took us up some stairs to yet another doorway. The doors stood open and a cool breezy blew in. The music here was more upbeat.

Stepping out I could tell the atmosphere was a lot different. It was a roof top deck but was a bit darker than most clubs I have been too. There was flashing lights but you could hardly make out the people. Which were much
younger than the ones down stairs, the clothes were still elegant and classy but the moves on the dance floor were not. Oliver smirk chugging his drink and sitting it down on a nearby table.

             
"May I have this dance?" He questioned all gentlemen like. Think about how we usually dance it's not all that far from sex, just with our clothes on. Embarrassed by those thoughts I drank chugged my drink quickly and took his hand.

             
We danced for a while till my feet ached from the heels. Oliver, who usually always had his hands all over me while dancing had now stepped it up tenfold. He had started off small with a brush here and a graze there. Once he seen I was okay with it he went farther.

At one point while my back was too him his hand slide low on my stomach. He was hesitant gaging my reaction then rested his hand on my bare thigh under the slit in my dress. I was very embarrassed by it but also excited.
Every time his hands touched my flesh it was like electricity sparked in my veins. Perhaps it was adrenaline.

             
"Shit," Oliver suddenly breathed shifting his hands instantly to wrap tight around my waist.

Looking up at him he w
as staring at the main doors, I followed his gaze over and seen about five or six guards looking around with two men in the center of them who looked in charge, even in the dim light I could make out their blonde hair. One seemed older around forty or so, the other about Oliver's age. My first thought was father and son.

             
"Come on," Oliver told me tugging me forward. We went quickly toward the DJ stand. Glancing back I made eye contact with the younger boy. He pointed at us and spoke to the people around him.

             
"Oh no, Oliver, run," I told him. I wasn't sure why but I somehow knew those guys were in a gang and we needed to be as far away from them as possible.

             
Oliver grabbed my wrist and we ran. He pulled me around the back side of the DJ booth to a door leading to stairs.

             
"How on earth did you know where the stairs were?"

             
"I always know the exits before I go into a place."

             
His little "go down the stairs" plan instantly fell through when we see three burly guys running up the stairs. Oliver released my hand and turned into a human torpedo and slammed full force into the men launching them back down the stairs. I would have stood staring at him in astonishment if the door behind me hadn't opened.

I jumped down the two steps before me into Oliver's awaiting arms and we took off down the stairs. Mid run I
somehow managed to reach down and jerk off my high heels.

Two floors down there were a few more men coming
up; swerving left we jerked open a door entering a hallway. Even with the possible threat to our life I had the urge to laugh, I'm not sure why.

             
The men were yelling to stop behind us as we turned another corner slamming into a housekeeper. She shrieked throwing the laundry in her hands everywhere. Oliver stopped looking at the laundry chute she had just been using. I knew what he was thinking...and I didn't like it.

Jerking the chute
open he jumped in grabbing me helping me in as well. Just as the men rounded the corner we dropped. Screaming I buried my face into Oliver's chest as we slid down a steep incline. The bottom dropped out suddenly and we hit somewhat solid ground. I cringed. Wet towels, and wet sheets...it wasn't a pleasant smell. Rolling off the side we hit the ground.

             
"Let's not do that again," Oliver muttered flinging a wash cloth away from him.

             
"It was your idea," I scrunched up my face.

Grinning he looked over at me and grabbed my hand again. The housekeeper/laundry people gave us odd looks as we ran out of the room. The hallway we found was dark. Sounds of pots, pans and sizzling drew us closer. The kitchen was huge, but that wasn't unexpected in this place.

Passing through the kitchen Oliver snagged two bottles of wine from the counter.

             
I laughed. I don't know why he even needed them but he looked like a kid in a candy factory doing it. We got to the back exit of the building but I didn't step out I had dropped my shoes before we went down the chute. Oliver bent down.

             
"Hop on."

             
Wrapping my arms around his neck I jumped onto his back and heard my dress rip.

             
"OH SHIT!"

             
He chuckled. "I'll buy you a new one."

             
"Oliver," I frowned. "Don't waste your money on me."

             
"Ever, I have more money than I know what to do with. I like buying things for you."

             
He put the bottles inside of his jacket and grabbed my legs wrapping them around his waist.

             
"What was that about back there?" I questioned laying my chin on his shoulder.

             
"Weasley and his son."

             
"Weasley? The man who got you into street fighting?"

             
"Yeah, he makes Jason look like a toddler in a fight."

             
"Worried he could kick your butt?" I teased. Oliver pretended to drop me. I clutched onto him with a death grip.

             
"Jerk face," I hissed.

             
"Weasley is a really good fighter though," Oliver muttered.

             
It was silent as we walked. Oliver didn't seem to mind carrying me. He wasn't winded or anything, although we were getting crazy looks. About fifteen minutes later we reached our hotel.

             
He set me down on the lobby carpet.

             
"So you wanna head up and err...do stuff hopefully you won't regret tomorrow?" Oliver asked looking at anything but me.

             
"Umm....o...ok."

              When we got up to the room it was awkward. We weren't sure what to do.

             
"Have you never been with a girl?"

             
"I've had girlfriends...but it never got serious..." he shrugged taking off his shoes.

             
"Oh..."

             
So I'm not the only inexperience one. How would we do this? It was not like in movies were the couple just kisses then starts undressing all romantically. This was awkward because both of us were embarrassed.

             
"Would you like to take a shower?" Oliver stood up coming to me.

             
"Together?"

             
He nodded. I mimicked him by nodding briefly. He chuckled.

             
"We are really weird you know that."

             
With that his hands went to my back where the zipper of my dress was. Slowly he pulled it down. My dress fell around my ankles leaving me in only my bra and underwear. Resisting the urge to cross my arms I looked up at him with a sheepish smile.

             
It was like we both read each other's mind and quickly went in for a kiss. Oliver's hands roamed my back and hips as my fingers clumsily pulled off his jacket and started on his buttons. Stopping me he ripped the shirt over his head and threw it.

My hands instantly went to his chest to run over his muscles and abs, backing up, still kissing, we ran into the wall next to the bathroom door and both started laughing.

Lifting me we finally got into the bathroom where he sat me on the counter so he could start the shower up. With his back to me he unbuckled his pants and let them fall and kicked them away. Glancing over his shoulder he gave a questioning look for his boxers.

             
Like a silly little girl I giggled and nodded. Turning back around he slid his boxers off. His perfect little backside was so pale it almost blinded me, then he turned around and I sucked in a breath. My eyes widened. I had never seen a male fully unclothed...ever. Nor had I seen one so handsome. Oliver tried a nonchalant approach as he came to me. His cheeks still tinted pink.

             
"Why have you never really been with a girl?" I asked trying not to look down.

             
"I told you already."

             
"Yeah, but you could still have experienced. It. Without a relationship. Like Jake."

             
Oliver moved between my legs as I sat on the counter. It took all my will power not to faint from holding my breath.

             
"I never found a girl good enough. Waiting for you was worth it," he breathed leaning closer. Our lips touched and his...little one...instantly perked up. It made me wonder if it does every time we kiss and I never noticed it. Well I don't have a habit of looking down there.

             
My hands twisted into his hair as his fingers unclasp my bra. It was strapless so it easily fell to the floor. He wasted no time with my underwear.

Ignoring my embarrassment I focused only on his lips so much so that when the warm water hit me I gasp in shock jerking back. Chuckling he took this
opportunity to go for my throat. Right to the same spot he had found this morning that made my back arch pushing myself against him. Quickly and gently Oliver then took me. Whimpering in pain he stopped.

             
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he spoke quickly. I shook my head not able to talk until the pain subsided and it did.

Looking up at him he seen in my eyes I wanted him to continue. He did. Holding me tightly he began again. Digging my nails in
to his back I arched into him, pain and pleasure all in one.

The feeling
building inside me was foreign but so wonderful. Oliver's lips kissed my body hungrily. Burying my face in the curve of his neck my toes curled and I did the first thing that came to mind, I bit his shoulder. Not hard but in no way gentle. This only seemed to make things better, very, very much so.

             
Oliver still held me to his chest as the water ran over us. Both panting and hot we just stood there. My very first time doing something like this and I did it with the boy I love, who I also know loves me more than life it's self as he told me earlier.

             
"I love you," I whispered pressing my lips to his again.

             
"I love you too, Bunny," he whispered so gently and sweetly. Holding my face he rubbed his thumb over my cheeks.

             
"I don't ever wanna imagine my life without you."

Chapter Seventeen

             
I woke with Oliver lying on my stomach. His had one arm wrapped across my hips. His slow even breathing tickled my bare stomach. Smiling I looked up at the ceiling. I can't believe all the Oliver and I had done last night.

After the bathroom we moved to the bed. It was about five in the morning before we finally fell asleep. Running my fingers through his soft hair I didn't want to move. He looked so cute sleeping.