Chapter 31
THIRTY-ONE
olivia
Nate and I sat at the kitchen island and stared silently at each other as Austin took his time leaving to go to the bachelor party.
“What are you up to tonight?” Austin asked, directing the question at both of us.
My core clenched. I was so eager to have Nate inside me that even an innocent question from my brother reminded me we had the entire house to ourselves.
“I was going to order Chinese food and binge-watch The Outlander series.”
“Didn’t you finish that already?” Shit, how did he remember this? Oh, maybe for more than a year, it was the only thing I talked about.
“Yup, I’m starting over at the beginning.”
“And you?” He asked Nate. Shit, he looked like a deer caught in headlights.
“Uh, I planned to swim laps.”
Austin stared at him curiously. Swimming laps might not be that strange, but the way Nate’s voice cracked did nothing to hide his nerves. “The trainers know you’re not taking rest days?”
“It’s just a swim. Gotta loosen up after travel.”
With his back turned, Nate’s smoldering eyes met mine, and I bit my lower lip. My gaze flew to his lap as he covered it with the magazine I’d left open on the counter. We’d both kept the furnace going on this attraction with plenty of filthy text messages while the team traveled.
“Are you gonna see that girl you’ve been texting?” Austin asked.
“Maybe.”
Austin shook his head. “Okay, wish me luck getting through the night without telling Ben I think marriage is a bad idea.”
“Remember, not everyone has the same experience.” My reminder was met with an eye roll, but it gave Austin the push he needed to get the fuck out of the house.
I watched from the window until Austin’s truck turned off the street. Turning around, I stalked over to Nate, eyes crawling down his body, only to find a massive tent in his shorts. “Swimming laps?”
“I couldn’t help it. He asked me while I was thinking of lapping your sweet pussy.”
“My filthy mouth is rubbing off on you,” I said, pleased. I loved dirty talk.
“Please rub off on me, and on me. Fuck Olivia. I’m going to need you to touch my dick soon; I’m fucking dying here.”
“Oh, baby,” I practically cooed. “Come here. Let me take care of you.”
I grabbed the edge of his t-shirt and played with the hem, pulling the shirt taut before grazing my nails along the flesh at the top of his waistband. He rewarded me with a hiss, and his cock visibly twitched under his shorts.
“I can’t believe this is mine right now. I know I don’t get to keep you, but, Nate, you’re a fucking dream.”