Life Support (The Breathe Series Book 2) by Zoe Norman Read Free Book Online Page B

two and two together. They were usually triggered by stress—whether work or personal. Since I started dating Olivia, my nightmares have been kept at bay most evenings, but when we have arguments, they come back with a vengeance as if to mock me. This, of course, only exacerbates whatever problem I’m having with Olivia because she witnesses the nightmare and wants to help, but I keep her closed out—not wanting to embarrass myself. She gets upset and rightly so. I know that I need to talk to her about it; I just don’t know how.
    “I’ll tell her. I will,” I assure Emily and Vince. “I know you’re right, but I don’t want to come across as weak to Olivia. And if there’s anything that makes me feel less than a man, it’s these fucking nightmares.”
    “She won’t think you’re weak, Owen. I can guarantee you that she’s going to respect you more for saying something and being truthful with yourself and with her. Look at her, Owen. She loves you. Like, really, really loves you. You’ll be fine.” Emily smiles comfortingly.
    I push myself away from the kitchen table and stand up. I bend to give Emily a kiss on her head. “Thanks, sis. I think you’re right. It’s time she and I had a serious talk.”
    Emily looks up at me with relief in her eyes. I know she only wants what’s best for me.

I’M HAVING A HARD time falling asleep. My mind will not shut off—probably because I’m excited for Travis’s bachelor party this weekend. It’s that or the sushi that I ate for dinner. My flight to Vegas is in the morning and I’m watching the glowing green numbers on the clock tick by slowly. I toss and turn, fluffing and punching my pillow in a feeble attempt to get comfortable. After finally finding a cool, plush spot, my eyes start to get heavy and I begin to drift off to la-la land. That is, until I hear myself exhale a low hum and I start myself awake. I exhale in a huff and flip over on my side to face Olivia. She’s dead to the world. Her mouth is gaping slightly and, as twisted as it is, I start to get a little turned on by her perfect mouth. I slip my hand under the sheet and lightly stroke Olivia’s stomach. She remains still with her breathing steady. No dice. Undeterred, I take my index and middle fingers and draw a faint trail down her leg and up along her inner thigh in a less than subtle attempt to wake her. Sex with Olivia is always my preferred way of tiring myself out for some good shut-eye.
    Olivia smacks her lips together twice, grabs the top sheet and rolls away from me, shorting me on the covers. I spoon in behind her and wrap my arms around her front, pulling her tighter against me as I bury my face in her neck. Once Olivia feels my growing hardness pressing into her butt, she groans and pushes me away. Through her mumbles, she complains of an early work day and needing her sleep. I grumbled that I needed her , but I’m flat out denied.
    I move away lying flat on my back staring at the shadows dancing across the ceiling. I twist my head to watch Olivia sleep…at least one of us is getting some (sleep that is.). The thin bed sheet is molded to her body and accentuates all her perfect curves. Even when she sleeps, she’s hot. My joystick hasn’t gotten the hint that it’s not finding any release, so I decide to help myself out. I slide my hand down my stomach and grip the base of my cock. My legs spread wide as my hand begins to slides up and down my growing length. I stare at Olivia’s ass intently and envision myself saddling up behind her, lifting her leg and entering her. My eyes close as I fantasize about how warm and amazing she feels, until my thoughts are interrupted when Olivia snorts in her sleep. I stop my motions and instantly lose my erection. There goes that idea.
    After watching another thirty minutes tick by and still not finding sleep, I get out of bed and walk the short distance to the living room. I turn on the television to ESPN, lay on the couch and cover