37. Spoiler Alert I Didn’t Last A Month #2
“This is no big deal! This is stupid! You’re never home! What am I supposed to do?”
Is she for fucking real right now? I can’t handle this.
Neither can anyone else, that much is clear by the way Garrett crushes the corner of one pizza box, Emmett’s grip on the kitchen counter tightening until his knuckles turn white.
The rest of our teammates filter into the house, somehow coherent enough to quiet down and pretend like they aren’t witnesses to this train wreck.
“Get out,” Adam repeats. “My house, not yours.” Courtney reaches for the dog and Adam guffaws, stepping in front of her. “ My dog, not yours. You don’t feed him. You don’t walk him. You don’t do shit. Get. Out.”
She throws her arms in the air. “Where the hell should I go, asshole?”
He holds both hands in front of his face like he’s had the most fantastic revelation. “Oh, here’s a thought! How ’bout the guy whose dick you were bouncing on three hours ago in my fucking bed?”
I try to stifle my laugh; I really do. But my body does a little shake before I bend forward, and that chuckle somehow slips past my lips. It’s contagious apparently, because the rest of the guys follow suit, and even Adam cracks a smile.
“You’re an asshole!” Courtney screeches.
“Well, that’s rich.” Adam chuckles. “I’m an asshole because I’m not going to house the woman who cheated on me?”
“I fucking hate you!”
“Yeah, likewise.” Hurt flashes across his eyes. “This thing between us is done, which is what you wanted, clearly. And now you need to leave.”
“Adam,” she begs. The tears sure look real, I’ll give her that. “Please. I’m sorry.”
“Too late.”
The two of them disappear into the garage, and the guys start digging into the pizza and finding the beer in the fridge, drowning out the shouts.
Adam emerges, heading straight upstairs, and comes down a few minutes later with a suitcase that he takes into the garage.
Two minutes later, Courtney’s tires screech as she peels down the street.
“You good?” I clap a hand to his back as he leans on the kitchen counter. Garrett offers him a beer and Emmett thrusts a plate of pizza in his face.
“I will be. Thanks for being here, guys.” He rolls up a slice of pizza, shoves the whole thing in his mouth, and washes it down with an entire beer. “Now let’s get fucking toasted.”
I plant myself on the couch as I watch these goons get crazy, laughing at their antics as I drain bottle after bottle of water.
“You’re not drinking.” Emmett flops down beside me. “You know, you live close enough to walk home.”
“I know.”
“Don’t wanna be drunk when you get home to your girl?”
“Not really.” If she’s still awake by then. It’s after ten and she’s been home alone all night. There’s a good chance she’s already in bed, so I shoot off a text to check.
“Ollie would never do that to you,” Emmett assures me quietly, like he knows it’s what I need to hear. “Never.”
“I know.” And truly, I do. She would never cheat on me or intentionally hurt me. But that doesn’t mean she’ll always be happy with me, that she’ll never leave. “I just don’t want to ever lose her.”
“Time to drop to your knees and beg her to never leave then.” He hits me with a loopy grin and a wink before scooting off the couch.
It’s perfect timing. Not only do I get a response from Olivia, I get a photo of her in the bath, up to her neck in bubbles, a goofy, sleepy smile on her face and a beer in one hand.
Me : ur so beautiful, baby. now aim the camera a wee bit lower.
I get a picture of her feet next, painted toes peeking out of the bubbly water.
Me : cheeky girls get punished.
The next picture has me shooting up where I sit, slamming my phone against my chest in case anyone happens to be looking over my shoulder.
Because the swell of Olivia’s breasts sit on top of the foamy water, her slender, creamy neck on display as her head tips backward, eyes closed and mouth open in what looks a fuckload like a moan.
And I’m sitting here at a fucking sausage fest.
“You can go home, man.” Adam slings his arms around my shoulders from behind. “Olivia’s waiting for you.”
“What? What’s that mean? Did you see the picture? Oh fuck.” My balls are gonna be gone. Separated from my body. Gone .
Adam’s face scrunches. “Picture? I didn’t see anything. What kinky shit are you two up to?”
“Oh.” My shoulders deflate. “Nothing. And I’m good here. I don’t need to go anywhere.”
“Dude, I promise you, I’m fine. You got me out of the house, got me drunk, fed me.” He swings an arm out behind him, gesturing at the mess of guys, pizza, and beer. “I’m good. Seriously. Go be with your girl. I know you missed her. You’ve been whining all damn week.”
“You sure?” I don’t want to leave if he needs me to stay, but despite the colossal disaster this afternoon was for him, he looks happy. And drunk.
“Hundred percent.” He hoists me up, ushering me toward the front door. “We’ll keep you updated on any stupid shit that happens here tonight.”
“Nothing too stupid.” Fuck, when did I grow up?
He holds two fingers up and nods. “Plomise.”
“Did you say plomise and not promise?” I laugh at the guilty look on his face. “Be good.”
And with that, I’m gone. The smile on my face is soft and genuine when I walk into my house. A warm glow floats down the stairs along with the sound of John Mayer, and I rush up to my bedroom, peeling my clothes off along the way.
In the doorway, I stop at the sight before me.
My gorgeous girl is sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace with her back to me, the throw blanket from my bed pooled around her hips.
Her wet hair is draped over her back, droplets of water shining on her skin in the warmth of the roaring fire, a book in one hand while she hums along with the music.
Somehow, I manage to snap a picture before I walk in there. And when I do, I sink to my knees behind the body I worship, the soul that lights mine on fire, the woman who possesses every single bit of my heart.
“Carter.” Olivia gasps when I press my lips to her neck. Her book clatters to the floor when her arm shoots back, fingers running through my hair.
“You’re so fucking beautiful it hurts.”
With a soft giggle, she twists to look at me. “And you’re naked. When did you get naked?”
“On the way up here.”
Olivia reaches forward before I can, sealing her mouth to mine. Her tongue sweeps inside, deep and welcome, and my hand slides along her jaw, cupping her face as my heart thrashes wildly against my sternum.
“Can I show you something, Ollie girl?” I whisper against her lips.
She strokes two fingers down the side of my face. “Of course, Carter. What do you want to show me?”
Leaning my forehead against hers, I lay her wet hair over her shoulder before kissing her lips once more. My next breath rocks me to my core, and yet not as much as my next words do.
“I want to show you how much I love you.”