8. Other People's Hearts Ch. 12byinspirixis1©
Oliver had no idea what he should do about the Sylvia and Lindsay situation. He had fantasized so many times about Sylvia showing up on his doorstep and what would unfold after, that when it really happened it was kind of like a dream.
She had made more promises and spoke of more sacrifices than he had pictured in even his wildest imaginings. She had cried and begged for him to take her back. She had promised to find a different job. She had spoken about moving their plans for children ahead by a few years. All things that would have been music to his ears a few months ago.
But when they had kissed he didn't feel anything but sadness. When she had started trying to undress him he had caught her hands.
"What are you doing?" She had asked.
"It doesn't feel right."
"I'll make it right Ollie, I promise."
And that's where he'd left it with her.
He was glad that Lindsay hadn't come onto him the way Sylvia had, not that he was expecting her to. Lindsay hadn't yet realized that she was gorgeous. She didn't know that she could use her body to get men to do what she wanted them to. He hadn't had sex in seven months, if Lindsay had have made a move on him he didn't think he'd be able to resist the way he had with Sylvia.
Micah was on the phone when he answered the door. He held a finger up to Oliver as he let him in. Oliver wandered back to the kitchen and helped himself to the fruit bowl while he waited. After a few minutes Micah walked in.
"Sorry, just my agent."
Micah was the only one of them who still bothered with sports on a professional level. He spent half of his life traveling and riding his bike.
"Did you hear yet?"
"No. Still no news." Oliver was still waiting to hear if his temporary suspension from work would be lifted or turn into something more serious.
"You must be shitting bricks," Micah said as he leaned against the kitchen counter.
"I haven't been thinking about it much."
"Are you serious?"
"Mm... Hey can I ask you a personal question?"
"Remember when Ellia dumped you and then showed up again at Missy's Tahoe house out of the blue?"
Micah narrowed his eyes. "Yeah," he said suspiciously.
"What was your thought process?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why did you decide to take her back?"
Micah shrugged. "I don't think there was much thought involved. I just went off of what I was feeling."
Micah looked out the window. "Mostly relief. I felt a lot of conflicting emotions at once, but I remember just being relieved to be with her again, like I'd been holding my breath for ages and I could finally breathe again."
Micah looked back at him. "Why?"
"Sylvia wants to get back together."
One of his eyebrows rose. "Seriously?"
"And you're seriously considering it?"
Oliver shrugged. "I don't know. It's not that different from what Ellia did to you and you took her back."
He shook his head. "It's totally different from what Ellia did to me."
"No it's not. Sylvia left me because she thought she loved someone else, turned out she didn't. Ellia left you because she thought her special job was more important, turned out it wasn't."
Micah sighed. "I don't agree, but I also don't think it's important. Just because it was the right thing for me to take Ellia back when our relationship was just starting doesn't mean it's the right thing for you to take Sylvia back half a decade into yours."
Oliver looked at his brother for a moment before he nodded. "I didn't feel relieved when I saw her."
"How did you feel?"
"Confused. Angry. Kind of sad."
"Right. Red flag number one."
When Oliver didn't move to counter him Micah softened his tone. "Let me ask you a personal question."
"You seem happier lately. Are you on antidepressants?"
"I was after Sylvie dumped me but I went off them after Christmas."
"So you are happier?"
"Yeah. I feel fine."
"You feel fine without her. I think that's as good an indication as you need Ol."
Oliver couldn't think of what he could say to that.
"Are you going to Jasmine's meet tonight?" Micah asked.
"No, Elle's going to take Natalie, and Owen and I are staying home. He thinks gymnastics is boring."
Oliver kind of agreed with Owen's assessment of gymnastics meets. There were always about ten different events going on at once and it was practically impossible to keep track of where Jasmine was. It was a good opportunity to hang out with family though, so he went.
He sat beside Grace so she could give him a heads up when something interesting was about to happen. After a few minutes Tyler sat on the other side of him and started talking about his pig.
Years ago Tyler and Madeline had rescued Florence the pig from certain death. It was before they all stopped eating animal products. Florence was raised on the farm for meat for Zach's restaurant, and they'd rescued her in a midnight heist. Tyler loved that pig more than most people loved their mothers.
Florence was getting old. When Tyler had taken Rush to the vet to have her ear stitched yesterday he must have gotten into a conversation with the vet about pig health.
Oliver stole a look with Grace. She rolled her eyes and got up to move.
"Did you see Lindsay today?" Tyler asked as he watched Grace walk away.
"Yeah. She's fine."
"Must have been pretty bad for you to take her to the hospital?"
"Yeah. It freaked me out. She lost a lot of blood. I thought she was going to die in front of me. She had that same look that dad had when he lost consciousness for the last time."
Tyler squinted his eyes at him. "Ollie? I thought you didn't see your dad until he got to the hospital?"
Oliver shook his head as he looked out over the competition floor. "No. I was there."
"But you told us..."
"I made it up." He looked back at Tyler. "I didn't want to deal with everyone knowing the choices I made in their last moments. I didn't manage to save either of them..."
Tyler shook his head. "Of course you made the right choices. I don't doubt that for a second."
"Maybe. Maybe not."
"Oliver, you are perfectly suited to deal with emergencies. You got that from your dad, he was always calm under pressure... Whatever you did I have absolute faith that it was the right thing."
Oliver felt a lump in his throat and he struggled to swallow it down. "You know the last thing he said?"
Tyler's eyebrows rose.
Tyler's lip quivered and he looked away. After a moment he sniffed, then said, "They were good together."
Oliver nodded. "I know. That's what I want."
They watched the tiny girls do ridiculous gymnastic feats for a few minutes before Oliver asked, "How do you know Maya's never had feelings for anyone else before?"
Tyler blinked a few times. "Ah... I trust her."
"But you don't know?"
"No. I know if she ever did feel anything for someone else she removed herself from the situation before it became a problem."
"Which is what Sylvie should have done for you," he added, as if he knew where this was going.
Oliver sighed. "She wants to get back together."
"What about Lindsay?"
Oliver was surprised. "How did you know about Lindsay?"
Tyler smiled. "It's not so hard to see the change in you Ol, and Luka says she's always around."
Oliver shook his head. "How can I be with Sylvia if I'm always thinking about Lindsay?... But then how can I be with Lindsay if I still love Sylvie?"
"Who says you have to be with either of them? Why not be single for a bit longer?"
That was a good idea. Oliver didn't know why he hadn't thought of it himself.
The next morning he got the phone call from the hospital. He was cleared of any negligence and could go back to work starting Monday.
He called Sylvie then went to her house, which used to be their house, to tell her that he didn't want to get back together.
It was weird to stand in the living room and talk to her. It felt so familiar but so wrong at the same time.
Sylvia took the news surprisingly well. "Can I still see you? Just as friends?"
"Ah... Sure. I don't see why not."
She gave him a grim smile. "That's better than nothing I guess."
He'd just arrived at Lindsay's stables when he got a call on his work number from the uncle of Aiden, the kid who he'd operated on earlier in the week who hadn't made it. Gotlieb, the uncle, invited him to the funeral the next day.
"Aiden's dad wanted to call you himself," he said. "But it is all just a bit too raw right now."
Oliver understood. He said he'd be there.
He found Lindsay sitting on a bar stool beside the ring, calling out instructions to a teenage girl who was riding a horse around and making it do tricks.
Lindsay smiled when she saw him and he found himself smiling back at her as he approached her.
"Hey," she said. "I wasn't expecting to see you until tomorrow. Did you get some news?"
"Yeah, it's all good. I can go back to work on Monday."
Her normal smile turned into one of her all-out dazzling movie-star ones. "Good. I had a feeling it would be okay."
"Mind if I watch?"
"That's fine. She's my last student for the morning."
Oliver leaned against the fence and watched the girl ride the horse while Lindsay occasionally called out an instruction or correction. It was relaxing. He had no idea what most of what she was saying meant, but it was nice to just stand there beside her.
When the lesson was over he helped her off her stool and up the stairs to her apartment.
"How is your leg?" He asked.
"It really hurts."
"But it's not swollen or oozing?"
She scrunched up her nose. "Eeiw! Gross Oliver."
He laughed. "I'll take that as a no."
"There's leftover pumpkin and lentil curry in the fridge, or there's other stuff in the freezer," she told him as he rooted around her kitchen.
Lindsay's fridge looked a lot like the one he shared with Lucas - completely overflowing with fresh produce. He found a bunch of kale and steamed it while he heated up the curry.
Over lunch he told Lindsay that he'd decided he wanted to be single for a while. She smiled and said, "Good idea."
They talked about the renovations on his house for a while and then he told her about the funeral he had to go to the next day. He wasn't planning to, but he asked her if she would go with him.
She said yes and that's how he ended up face to face with her the next morning, a little stunned by how fabulously sexy she looked all in black with high heels and makeup on.
"Look at you, all dolled up in a suit," she said to him when she answered her door. "I don't think I've seen you in a suit before."
"Yes you have," he replied. "At the Christmas party."
"Oh yeah, I guess I must have. I don't really remember." She turned to get her coat from the hook on the back of the door.
"I remember what you wore."
Lindsay turned back to him with wide, worried eyes. "In a good way or a bad way?"
"In a good way... A very good way."
He watched as her worry turned to confusion and then one side of her mouth turned up. "Oliver Watson, are you flirting with me?"
"Sorry," he said as he smiled at her.
He found himself flirting with her more than he meant to. Whenever they hung out it seemed to degrade into him making vaguely sexual innuendos, which made her laugh.
Lindsay was a good sport about it. She didn't seem to expect anything from him. She never started the little flirting matches they had, but she went along with them.
The only time she'd ever done anything close to physical with him was when she'd held his hand at the funeral, but that was because he'd told her it was his first funeral since his parents' and he wasn't sure how he'd react. It had been a gesture of affection and reassurance, not of sexual desire.
He wished things were as simple on the occasions that he saw Sylvia. It was obvious that she was trying to win him back, but the harder she tried the less interested he became in her, which only made her try harder.
It was early April when he decided to pull the plug with her. "I don't think we should see each other anymore," he said. "I think it's time for us both to move on."
She sat on the couch and wept.
"What we had was good, but it is broken now. It's over. We need to accept that and move on."
He didn't know what else to tell her. She just sat there and cried, not even bothering to wipe her eyes or nose.
He knelt down in front of her and took her hands in his. "Sylvie, you're smart and beautiful and you're a good person, but you made a mistake that I can't get over. You'll find someone else and have a good life."
He left her on the couch crying. He didn't know how he could be more gentle about it.
He stopped by a drug store on the way over to Lindsay's place. It was already late and when she answered the door in slippers and a fuzzy blue robe he didn't say anything, he just took her face in his hands and kissed her.
She was warm and soft and her fingers combed through his hair sending sparks of need all over his body.
She closed the door and took his hand, leading him through her dark apartment, down the hall to her bedroom. She sat him down on the edge of the bed and straddled his lap, then they were kissing again and she was so to him close it made his heart ache.
He untied her robe and slipped it off her shoulders, then went to work on the buttons of her pajama top. All the while Lindsay kissed him quietly, using her lips and tongue to make the desire in his gut twist and surge.
He had wanted her for so long, it was hard to keep himself from rushing, but each moment was important. Each kiss and caress and murmur meant something to him. He wanted to make love to her, for her to understand how important she was.
When he'd released the last button he slid her pajama top off her bare shoulders and looked down.
She was more beautiful than he'd imagined was possible. Her smooth, olive skin glowed in the soft light of the bedside lamp. Her collar bones were thrown in and out of relief as she breathed. Full, soft breasts complemented the gentle curve of her waist.
He returned his eyes to her face and was momentarily struck by the look of uncertainty in her eyes. Her brow furrowed and she bit on her lower lip.
He caressed her perfect cheek. "Lindsay, you are so beautiful baby," he whispered to her. "So incredibly beautiful."
She blinked up at him from beneath long dark lashes as her fingers found the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. She shifted closer to him and pressed her body to his, snuggling her groin against his swollen cock.
He ran his hands over her curves and up and down her back as he kissed her lips and nose and cheeks and anywhere else he could get his lips. Her soft, firm breasts pressed against his chest and her hips began to rock against him as small sighs and moans escaped her lips.
Oliver was so turned on he thought he might just explode from desire. He had to push down the urge to flip her over and fuck her. Maybe in the future they could do it that way, but not the first time.
But her rocking against his cock and moaning into his mouth was getting to be more than he could handle. He turned with her in his arms and laid her down on the bed, moving on top of her so that they never lost contact.
He kissed her lower, down her neck, over her collar bone and to a perfect soft breast, which he licked and kissed, and sucked on as she writhed and moaned under him.
He found the drawstring of her pajama bottoms and untied it as he kissed lower over her belly. She raised her hips and he stripped off her pajamas and underwear, and then her legs fell open, presenting her glistening pussy to him like a gift. He wasted no time as he buried his head between her legs to taste her.
Oliver had never seen or felt or tasted anything more alluring than Lindsay's swollen, wet pussy. She was so wet her sweet juices had dribbled all over her lips and down the insides of her thighs. He licked and kissed her clean and sucked gently on her smooth, delicate lips and swollen clitoris.
Lindsay was sighing and moaning and whispering his name as her hips continued to rock and her fingers moved through his hair.
He slid a finger into her hot, slick little vagina and stroked her from inside while he licked and kissed her lips and occasionally brushed over her clitoris.
When her moans started to become more insistent he slid his finger out. He continued to kiss her while he kicked his pants off and put on one of the condoms he'd bought at the drug store.
When he was ready he returned to her face and kissed her mouth. He was just about to push inside her when she whispered, "Oliver, gently..."
It brought him back to the moment, to what he was about to do to this stunning woman. He lifted himself off her and gazed at her. The skin of her chest and cheeks was flushed red and the look of uncertainty had returned to her eye.
"Are you sure you want this?" He asked gently.
She nodded. "I do... It's just... I don't have any experience..."
The surge of affection he felt for her in that moment was indescribable. His heart ached with the need to protect her and love her and satisfy her.
"It's okay baby, I'll go slow," he promised. "I wont hurt you." He kissed her nose. "I will never hurt you Lindsay," he said as he looked into her deep amber eyes.
She pulled him closer and they kissed, deep and slow while he gently pushed the length of his cock into her tight little vagina.
"Is it okay?" He asked quietly.
Lindsay groaned in response as her hips started to move rhythmically beneath him. "It feels so good," she sighed.
He let her lead, enjoying the way her face contorted in pleasure as his cock slid in and out of her, while he relished her wet heat and tight hole.
"Lindsay, baby you're so beautiful," he cooed to her as she moved.
When she started to pick up the pace he let himself match her movements, increasing the friction between them.
"Oh Oliver," she cried as she threw her head back into the pillow. He leaned back on his knees and watched her luxurious breasts jiggle in time with his thrusts. She gasped then moaned when he touched them, squeezing them gently and catching her nipples between his fingers.
Oliver didn't think he could hold it back much longer. The sight of Lindsay's beautiful, flushed face twisting into expressions of pleasure, her sexy moans and sighs, and the feeling of her soft plump breasts under his hands and her tight wet sex over his cock was about to overload his body.
He used his thumb to trace back and forth over her clitoris, making her hips buck and a moment later the walls of her pussy came crashing around him as she cried out and he pumped his cum into her.
It was a moment before the world came back into focus.
Lindsay was blinking up at him lazily.
He smiled and she smiled back and held her arms out. He gladly accepted, but rolled them onto their sides so he could relax better. Lindsay snuggled into his chest and he wrapped his arms around her and held her to him.
It felt so right. He felt as if his whole life he'd been waiting for this kind, beautiful, generous woman.
He kissed her again, but this time slowly and tenderly, using just his lips.
"Lindsay, I don't know what to say to you baby," he whispered to her. "I feel like you're my missing part."
They lay there kissing and fondling until the heat between them again became unbearable and this time Lindsay climbed on top of him. Her hair fell like a velvet brown curtain around his face and his world was reduced to her; to the most stunningly beautiful woman he had ever seen.
The next morning, after they had made love for the third time, they finally emerged from her bed, sticky with each other's juices and glowing with happiness.