Page 5 of Beauty and the Boutique (Foggy Basin)

I raise my hand as if I’m in a classroom and repeat myself. “I don’t know who you are.”

Rebecca and Olly just blink at me.

Sure, he looks familiar, and yes, I did notice him at one point, but I never met the guy before today. Trust me, I would remember someone so… hot. Especially if he visited Foggy more than once. No. I'm pretty sure I've never seen this man in person.

Leaning forward, I stare at the handsome, god-like stranger in front of me. His dark brown hair has some blond highlights running through the front. It’s styled long on the top, and short on the sides, giving him this yummy hipster look I’m totally digging.

Where the hell did he come from?

“You really don’t know who I am?” Olly asks as he crosses his arms and arches a brow. He isn’t cocky sounding, just shocked. Maybe even a little grumpy. Huh. Is he a local celebrity or something?

Olly continues to pout, reminding me of a sad golden retriever. Color me intrigued. The man is a mystery. One moment he’s scowling, and the next he’s a charming man coming to my rescue. The muscles in his forearms flex as he keeps them crossed, lips still turned down. Oh yeah, I’m totally hot for Mr. Grumpy Pants.

I reach out and pinch his arm.

“Ow. What the fuck?”

“I still don’t know who you are, but I can confirm you are real.”

Rebecca tugs me forward violently. “Oh my gosh, Ezra, what the hell is wrong with you? You just pinched one of the members of Arcade Lake,” she hisses.

I purse my lips together. “Uh, is that one of the scream-o bands you listen to?”

“We aren’t a scream-o band,” Olly replies with a frown. “We are a blend of progressive Metalcore and Southern Metal.”

“Yeah,” I drawl. “All I heard was metal, and I don’t listen to that stuff. It all sounds the same to me.”

“Ezra. Oh, my gosh. Shut. Up.” Rebecca slides out of her side of the booth. “I’ll be right back. I gotta use the restroom. But please, for the love of all that’s holy, don’t say anything while I’m gone.”

I turn back to Olly, expecting him to be upset. To my shock, the corners of Olly’s lips twitch. Something about that almost smile lights me up inside. I just insulted the man’s music, and he is more amused than anything. Forrest would have been butt hurt and it probably would have ruined our night.

Okay, where did that thought come from? Jeez. Now I’m comparing my ex to the stunning rock star in front of me.

“Thanks for saving me back there.” I trace my fingers flirtatiously across his forearm, yet somehow I’m the one trying hard not to shudder. “How did you know I needed a knight in shining armor?”

A cute blush covers Olly’s cheeks and, for some reason, I’m flattered I can make such a stoic man react like this.

Olly’s eyes dart away. “I saw you walk into the bar and noticed you ordering some drinks. Then I watched as Flora approached you. I didn’t like the look she was giving you, and I wanted to make sure you were okay.” His blush deepens.

How interesting. Olly could have just explained that he just overheard Flora and decided to help. But he admitted to watching me from across the bar. Was he checking me out? Does he like what he sees? Not to mention, how sweet is it that he was concerned for a stranger.

“I’m sorry she stole your ex from you.”

I wave a hand in the air. “Don’t worry, we broke up. It was mutual. There was no stealing or whatever else she implied.”

“Figures. That girl is pure drama,” he mumbles.

A smile spreads across my face. I try to hide it by biting my lip, but I fail terribly.

Olly’s gaze drops to my lips and I’m reminded of the kiss we just shared.

“You’re a really good kisser,” I blurt. The best I’ve ever had, but I don’t say that part out loud. Sliding out of my side of the booth, I walk to his side and slide in next to him.

Olly’s eyes widen. “What are you doing?” He gulps, and his sexy Adam’s apple bobs. Olly leans in close, despite his words.

My fingers lift to his face of their own accord and trace his jaw. I should reply by saying something about how Flora and my ex are just across the room. That this is all a show for their benefit, but truth be told, I just want to be near this handsome conundrum of a man. It’s almost as if he’s a puzzle I want to solve, wrapped in a delicious treat I want to savor.

Playfully draping one of my legs over his, I whisper in his ear. “I’m getting to know my boyfriend .”

He shudders against me. God, he’s so responsive. It’s such a huge turn-on.

I hold my hand out for Olly to shake. “Hi, I’m Ezra Strum.”

“Ezra,” he purrs, grasping my hand in his large calloused one before turning it over and kissing my wrist. “I’m Olly Black.”

His voice is deep. Rough. Intoxicating.

Is there any way I can convince this rock star to come home with me? I mean, he must have people throwing themselves at him, just like Flora did. But, he also had to feel the chemistry between us. Right?

Flora’s laughter breaks my trance, and I turn to see her and Forrest still talking to Olly’s bandmates. My eyes widen when I notice one of the guys. He’s laughing with a charming look on his face. A face that is identical to Olly’s. “Holy fuck, there are two of you? How did I not notice that when I spotted you guys earlier?”

He grips my chin and turns my head back to face him. “Don’t look at my brother,” he rumbles. “I want those pretty blue eyes on me. Only me.”

Oh fuck. Hello, Daddy. “That was really fucking hot,” I whisper. “Please tell me you rented a room upstairs.” The rooms above Pint ‘n’ Pool were the only ones available, with the inn being renovated down the street. So, if Olly was staying here in town, that’s probably his only option.

He shakes his head and my heart drops.

I take a deep breath. “Want to come over to my place? It's less than a five-minute walk.”

To my surprise, Olly studies me for a moment, as if weighing every word. After what he just said, I would have bet money that we were hooking up tonight, so the hesitation throws me. A moment of insecurity hits me. He is famous, according to Flora’s and Rebecca’s actions. He probably has a harem of fans ready to worship his body.

His brown eyes meet mine, making my whole body heat under his dark stare, and my cock strain against my zipper.

Olly licks his lips. “Yes,” he replies. “You have no idea how bad I want you.”

“Same. You think we can sneak out before anyone comes looking for us?” I pull my phone out and shoot Rebecca a text. I notice her at the bar chatting with Flora and the guys.

Ezra: Hey babe. Planning on sneaking out. Keep everyone distracted.

He chuckles near my ear; it’s low and husky. “Fuck, you are an eager little thing, aren’t you?”

My face flushes, and I’m not sure if it’s from said eagerness, embarrassment, or a little bit of both. I reach for his glass and take a sip to cool down. “Soda?” I ask, shocked.

He cocks a brow. “Is that a problem? I’m not drinking during my trip to Foggy.”

“No, of course not,” I reply quickly. “It's kind of hot knowing you want me while completely sober.”

His eyes sparkle. “I’m coming to the realization that I might want you no matter what.”

If that line doesn’t get me moving, nothing will. I slide out of the booth and he follows, towering over me. He’s all grace and power.

His large hand wraps around mine. “Lead the way.”

I grin and tug him toward the exit against the back wall. “This way. It’ll be faster.”

He laughs. “Faster is better.”

The cool night air caresses my face and a light breeze ruffles my flowy crop top, causing my nipples to pebble. The alley is clean and well lit, with no one else in sight. Despite the lack of people, the sound of a violin playing classical music carries on the wind.

Olly arches a brow.

“That’s Henry. He plays the violin for the tourists. It’s technically the end of the season, but he loves to practice at night sometimes.”

“He’s very talented. Maybe you can introduce me sometime.”

I pause. An image of me holding hands with Olly after a dinner date and window shopping as we chat flutters into my head. I can picture us pausing by Henry and introducing Olly as if he were my real boyfriend. What a lovely fantasy. Too bad he’s a famous musician who’s just traveling through.

“Sure.” I offer him a smile as I squeeze his hand. “Sounds nice. But first, if I don’t get you in my bed, I might die of lust deprivation.”

I tug him down the alley toward my place. Living above my shop has its benefits, but I’ve never been more grateful for just how close my apartment is to Pints ‘n’ Pool. As we walk, Olly glances up at the stars—giving our desperate attempt at a hookup a romantic ambiance I try to ignore.

“This is me.” I point at my door.

We climb up the stairs and I fumble with my keys before finally finding the right one and jamming it into the lock.

Olly’s gaze is heated, but there’s a hint of humor on his face as well. An addicting combination. Something tells me that this man needs more laughter in his life, and I’m happy I can give him something. I silently promise to blow his mind tonight.

As soon as we are inside my apartment, I flip on the light. There’s no way I’m going to miss this gorgeous man undressing for me. I yank him into a deep, filthy kiss that’s all tongue, panting breaths, and groping hands. It’s so intense I’m pretty sure I could come just from this alone.

Olly flips me around and shoves me against the door, crowding behind me.

“Yes,” I moan, seductively grinding my ass against his erection. Fuck. He’s big. I pry my hand away from the door and slide it between us to feel just how big, but he captures my wrist, holding me captive.

“I couldn’t take my eyes off of you tonight.” His hot breath grazes my ear before he nips at it. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Ezra. I wanted to drop to my knees and worship you, right there in front of everyone.”

I shiver and pant, clutching the wall with my free hand.

Olly slides his fingers against the exposed stomach below my crop top. His hand trails down to my erection and he begins massaging my cock through my pants.

I whimper. “Oh fuck, Olly. I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”

He grinds his hard length against my ass. “Come whenever you want, doll. Just don’t touch your cock without my permission.”

Holy shit. No one has ever dirty-talked to me, let alone told me I had to ask for permission to touch myself. It’s so fucking hot. He’s so fucking hot.

Olly sucks on my earlobe as he continues to press me against the door and massage me through my pants. I feel the telltale tingling of an orgasm starting to build. My muscles go taught and I rise up onto my tiptoes. I’m about to fall over the edge and come in my pants when he pulls away.

“What?” I whine, half-dazed and extremely frustrated. “No.” I spin around.

Olly is standing there, stroking his enormous cock through his pants with a huge grin on his face. “Trust me, doll, an orgasm is more intense when you’re edged. Now, where’s your bed?”

My mouth falls open. I feel like my dirtiest, sexiest fantasy is coming to life. I’m half tempted to pinch him again just to confirm he’s real.

“Ezra, I can stand here and jerk off to the sight of you. Trust me, it’s no hardship. But I’d rather come inside of you.” He gives me a wicked grin.

I chuckle and yank my shirt off, tossing it somewhere over my head. “Alright, Daddy, come and get me.” I take off, sprinting down the hall and running through my bedroom door.

It doesn’t take long for him to catch up, wrap his arms around me, and toss me on the bed. He kicks his shoes off before walking toward me like a predator on the prowl. I lift my hips and he understands my silent request, jerking my pants down my legs before tugging them off completely. Olly’s breath catches when he sees what I’m wearing.

Leaning across my nightstand, I turn on my bedside lamp so he can get a better look.

His eyes roam my body, greedily drinking in the sight of me in nothing but my lace panties. “Do you like them?” They are black, sheer, and very delicate. When I was dating Forrest, he hated anything too feminine-looking. He also couldn’t understand my need to wear them for myself.

Shortly after breaking up with him, I moved back home and took over mom’s shop. When she said I could stock anything I liked, I displayed a whole line of women’s and men’s lingerie. It might not be too popular here in Foggy Basin, but it makes me happy and sells out quickly in our online shop.

I squirm under his stare.

He reaches out a hand to trace the lace with his fingers and groans. “Fuck.” Olly yanks me closer to the edge of the bed and runs his hands across the black lace. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”

I stretch my body out in front of him and moan as he continues to caress every inch of my exposed skin. Olly murmurs praise like “So beautiful,” and “Such a good boy.” I’m eating up his words and I’m pretty sure I’m drunk on his touches.

What did he say about edging? Because if this is how he works someone up, I could live in this moment forever. I’ve never been so hard in my life, but I’ve also never felt so cherished.

Can a one-night stand be filthy and romantic? Or is this what it feels like to be with a rock star?

“It drives me fucking wild to see you squirm like this. That’s it, doll. Look at you.” Olly crawls down the length of my body, kissing a wet path down to my neck, my chest, my stomach… and lower.

I gasp in surprise when he sucks the tip of my cock through the lace. His fingers find my balls and massage them as he continues to suck me.

“Oh fuck, right there, Olly. Right there,” I moan. My cock grows impossibly harder. “Just like that, I’m about to come.”

Olly, the devil he is, pulls off of me and crawls off the bed.

“Fuck! No, get your ass back here.” I pound a fist against the bed and groan. The tip of my cock is straining against my wet panties. It looks obscene and sexy as fuck. I can’t help it and bark out a laugh. “Fuck, Olly. You are a thrill. I don’t know whether to praise you or throw my lamp at your head.”

He chuckles. “Don’t worry, I can’t stay away. You got supplies?”

I nod eagerly. “In the nightstand.”

Olly pulls out a condom and my stash of lube. He tosses the bottle onto the bed next to me. Then pulls off his shirt and pants, before tugging off his socks. He’s even more toned than I anticipated, with a muscular chest and defined rock-hard abs I’ve never seen in person before. “Oh fuck. I want to pour syrup all over your abs and lick it off.”

He grins, caressing his hand on his bare skin as if he’s showing off some grand prize. Finally, he tugs his boxer briefs off and stands before me, completely naked. “Take the sexy panties off and prep yourself for me, doll.”

I laugh. “No one’s ever called me that, but it sounds so hot when you say it.”

“Good.” He strokes his cock while he watches me. “No one’s ever made me smile this much during sex before.”

I blush, extremely happy that we seem to just…click. We haven’t even gotten off. Yet, it feels like Olly is completely in tune with my body somehow. This is how sex should always be; exhilarating, sexy, and fun.

Snapping the bottle of lube open, I squeeze out a few drops and coat my fingers. Slowly, I work myself open while I moan and put on a show for Olly. By the time I work a third finger in, he growls.

“Enough. Lie back, beautiful.”

I obey, pulling my fingers out of my hole and lying back. Olly climbs back on top of me, pulling me into a deep kiss. The friction of his scruff on his face and his cock against mine has me panting eagerly. It isn’t long before I’m on the edge. Again.

“Please,” I beg. “Please fuck me, Olly.”

He gives me a wicked smile and gets on his knees. He’s gorgeous. His cock is hard and proud, pointing straight at me. I spread my legs for him, desperate to feel him inside of me. Olly opens the foil pack and rolls the condom down his length before pouring some lube into his hand. I never knew a cock could be beautiful, but his is, with the perfectly sized mushroom head and sexy as fuck veins running up the length.

He grasps his thick cock and lines himself up. “Tell me to stop if it’s too much.” When he starts to push his way inside of me I moan, and he gasps.

“Damn, you’re tight.” His eyes are scrunched closed in concentration.

For some reason, I giggle.

His eyes pop open. “Stop giggling, you brat. Fuck, the vibrations are going to make me come.”

My laughter falls away when he pushes in further. “Yes, keep going.”

“How are you this tight?”

I gasp when he sinks in all the way, brushing against my prostate. “Oh, fuck. Do that again. Again.”

He begins to pound into me at a steady rhythm. Usually my cock flags during intercourse, but I’m harder than I’ve ever been. There must be something to that damn edging of his. Once again, I feel my orgasm building as he rubs against that spot inside of me.

“Can I touch myself? Please? Please, Olly, let me touch my dick.”

He smirks. My begging must really turn him on because he thrusts faster, his movements becoming a little erratic. “Yes. Touch yourself, Ezra.”

I wrap my fingers around my cock and gasp at how sensitive it is. “Fuck, Olly, I’ve never been this hard before.” I stroke myself faster.

“That’s it, Ezzy. Stroke yourself. Such a good boy for me.” He leans over me, changing the angle, going deeper, and my balls draw up tight against my body.

“Oh fuck,” I cry out. “I’m coming.” I tremble and shudder. My hole tightens in harmony with my spurting cock.

“So good, baby, so good.” He groans long and loud as he comes inside of me.

We lay there for a moment, with him pressing down on me as we gasp for breath.

I smile up at him. “Wow. That was—wow. Can you pull out slowly?”

He does just that before he collapses next to me. I close my eyes for only a moment, but I must have drifted off. The next thing I know, he’s tying off the condom and making his way to my bathroom.

I stand on wobbly legs and follow him. Usually, I can’t get away from my hookups faster, but something about Olly makes me eager for more. I clean myself up with a wet washcloth. Then I wrap my arms around his middle, resting my cheek against his firm chest.

I’m about to ask him to stay when he speaks first. “Can I stay here with you tonight, Ezra?” He’s smirking, but there’s something to the tone of his voice. He almost sounds vulnerable.

I press a kiss to his neck. “I was just going to ask you to stay.”

Olly’s whole face lights up.

“Let me just add some food to Tabby’s bowl.”

“Your cat?”

“Yeah. She’s probably hiding. She always does when she hears a stranger’s voice.”

After placing some dry food in her dish, we make our way back to my bed and crawl under the covers. I turn off the lamp, surprised at just how drained I suddenly feel. I can’t believe how happy I feel right now.

I laugh and yawn. “Damn, I walked in here tonight hoping to blow your mind. Instead, you completely shook my world.”

He pulls me tight against his body, spooning me from behind. Olly presses a tender kiss against my temple. “Trust me, Ezra. Not only did you blow my mind, you ignited my soul.”

I yawn again. “Such pretty words. You really are a musician.”

He chuckles, but his tone is serious. “You don’t understand. What we just did? It meant something to me. You blew my mind, then you showed me I’m not completely broken.”

Snuggling into his warmth, sleep pulls me under before I can ask him what he means.