Rescue Breathing by Zoe Norman Read Free Book Online

deep, rich voice comes on the line.
“ Owen.
Marc, ” he says,
identifying himself. I've always appreciated Marc's no-bullshit
approach to everything in life.  No pleasantries, just
straight to the point.
    “ Listen,” he continues, “get out of your
fancy slacks and button-down shirt and throw on some Pete's Bar
appropriate attire and get your ass down here. I'm making a play
for a couple of women and could use a real wingman again. Travis is
a pussy and has lost all sense of fun. We need to discuss revoking
his man card. I'll see you soon.” Marc hangs up, and just like
that, the conversation is over.
    I sigh heavily and shake my head, smiling
at my phone. This is just what I need to start off this weekend
right—a little quality time with my buddies. Plus, they'll help to
distract my mind from thoughts of Olivia.
    I sit the rest of the drive into Seattle
in dark silence. This whole night has been kind of crazy, and how
I'm feeling about a woman I just met is fucking with my head. I've
prided myself on being unattached these last few years, but
spending time with Olivia makes me long for something
more…something different.
    Once I get checked into my room at the W
Hotel, I plop my bag onto the king-sized bed and survey my
surroundings. Floor-to-ceiling windows wrap around the corner-room
suite, and it's tastefully decorated in dark woods and earth tones.
Black-and-white photographs of Seattle adorn the walls, and a
chilled bottle of champagne and two fluted crystal glasses wait for
me on the desk, mocking me. I roll my eyes.
    Rub it in my face that I have
this fancy suite all to myself, why don 't you. If I had it my way, I'd be
balls deep in Olivia right now, I groan.
    I open up my duffel bag, pull out my
toiletry kit, and walk into the large, marble bathroom. I start the
water in the glass shower and strip out of my clothes. As I step
into the shower, the dual showerheads throw hot water over my body,
washing my tension down the drain. I brace myself against the tiled
shower wall with my hands as I lift my face to the spray. My
thoughts flood with memories of Olivia in the airplane bathroom and
I instantly regret not telling the asshole who interrupted us to
fuck off. I'm dying to know what she sounds like when she comes,
what her face looks like when she climaxes, and how my name sounds
on her lips when she screams it. My right hand absently starts to
stroke my now rigid cock—up, down, over, and around the swollen
head. I decide it's best to rub one out before I meet up with the
guys and rid myself of a most serious case of blue
balls.
    Feeling ten times better after my shower,
I discard the towel slung low around my waist and dig out a pair of
dark jeans, a white T-shirt, and some Converse sneakers from my
bag. I check myself out in the mirror one last time and spray on
some cologne. Then I throw on a FDNY ball cap before making my way
down to the lobby and out to see Travis and Marc.
     
    * * *
     
    “ There he is!” Marc yells across the small
bar. “Looking good, my friend,” he says as he gives me a
hug.
    “ OWEN!” Travis calls out from the bar.
“What are you drinking, man?”
    “ Whatever microbrew is on tap,” I call
back, waving to him and giving Travis a thumbs up. “He's drunk,
isn' t
he? ” I ask, turning to
Marc to confirm.
    “ Ooohhh yeah...You need to catch up, O.”
Marc says with a shit-eating grin on his face.
    Travis brings over a round of drinks and
sloppily falls into an unforgiving wooden chair at our table.
 What Pete's lacks in ambiance they make up for in
nostalgia.
    “ About time you got here,” Travis says as
he grabs me around the neck and pulls me close for a side hug.
“How've you been, O? How' s Mamma Maxwell? ”
    “ She' s good. We 're
good. She sends her best. She's looking forward to coming out with
me for the wedding in a few months,” I reply as I reach for my
beer.
    Travis smiles wide. “Excellent! I love
that woman. I can't wait to see her.”
    “ She