Chapter 29 Olivia
OLIVIA
“Pizza or burgers?” Lukas asked, scrolling his phone for the nearest restaurants.
The cabin was about three hours from Pinecrest, tucked in a thicket of trees on the lake. By the time we made it there, it was dark and well past everyone’s dinner time.
Charlie and Harper had already reached the hangry stage, and were on their way to full-blown meltdown as we parked our vehicles. We’d had to stop at a gas station after only an hour on the road, just so they wouldn’t completely lose their minds before we got to our final destination.
“We should’ve stopped somewhere on the way,” I said, yawning. Grady, Duke, and I sat on the porch while Lukas and Cleo graciously agreed to keep the girls distracted inside. Judging by the overall silence and sporadic giggle we heard, I’d say they were doing a damn good job.
“Well, we didn’t,” Grady muttered.
“I forgot how bitchy you get if you’re not fed every ten minutes,” I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “Our daughter sure didn’t get that from me.”
Grady opened his mouth to argue, but Duke stepped between us. “We’ll do pizza. It’s easy and fast. I think I saw a place on the way. It’s about twenty minutes back into town. I can go.” He turned to me. “Unless you wanna come?”
“You’re asking if I’d rather sit in a house where everyone is grumpy or enjoy some fresh air with you?” I looked toward Grady, who was now wearing a scowl. “Yeah, I’ll be coming with you.”
“Just get a variety, please,” Grady called as I followed Duke down the steps. “I know you like weird shit.”
“That’s rich coming from the man who likes pineapple on his pizza!”
“It’s good!”
“It’s a travesty, Grady, and immediate grounds for divorce.”
He chuckled at that. “I wondered why you were so quick to draw up those papers.”
Duke climbed into his truck and started the ignition. I slid in beside him, pulling out my phone and searching for a place even remotely close to what he described. Sure enough, on the edge of town, was the only pizzeria within thirty miles.
“This place looks good for a small-town hole-in-the-wall kinda place,” I said, skimming the menu. “Oh my god. They have something called Reaper Roulette.”
“That sounds terrifying,” Duke muttered, typing the address into his GPS.
It was, but that made it so much fun. “Basically, they put this really hot sauce on one single slice of pizza, but you don’t know which one. It isn’t marked or anything.” I turned to Duke. “It could be fun.”
“Honey, that sounds like a recipe for disaster.”
“Hear me out!” I said, turning to face him. “Grady and Lukas are the only ones who like Hawaiian style. They get to have their pizza, and we get to have a little fun. It’s a win-win.”
Duke chuckled, reaching over the console to grip my thigh. “You’re gonna get us in trouble.”
I shifted my hips, drawing his touch closer to where I wanted it. It’d been a long trip without being able to touch him. With Harper and Charlie in the truck with us, we couldn’t exactly kiss and hold hands.
But now we were alone…
“Don’t you like trouble?” I asked coyly, squeezing my legs together.
“You know I do,” he muttered, sparing me a glance.
“Perfect. Then it’s settled,” I said, turning back to my phone. “Do you have any special requests? Or Harper? I figured I’d get a large cheese and a large pepperoni because everyone will eat that. Cleo keeps it pretty simple.”
“Harper and I both like the supreme, but no olives.” He said it so casually, yet his hand was still lingering between my thighs, stroking the skin there. Goose bumps traveled along my skin.
“P-Perfect,” I stammered.
“What about you?” The tip of his finger was dangerously close to the edge of my cut-off shorts.
“What about me?”
“What do you like?”
I chuckled nervously. “That feels like a loaded question when you’re playing with the fringe of my shorts.”
Duke lifted one shoulder in a shrug, so casual and cocky. “Just making conversation. You gonna put that order in?” He glanced at my phone. “Might take’em a minute to get everything ready, and I’m trying to avoid pulling up at the house to pitchforks and screaming.”
“Right,” I breathed, pressing the phone number on the website.
The moment I brought it up to my ear, the unmistakable sound of a ringing line over his Bluetooth speaker, his fingers slid up higher.
“What’re you—”
“Nocturnal Pizza,” a bored voice said. “What can I get ya?”
I stopped breathing entirely, too aware of his touch to think. Duke raised his brows, eyes flicking to the phone in my hand as he pushed the fabric aside and caressed my center. “Order,” he mouthed.
“Hello?” the young woman asked. “Billy, if this is you, I’m calling your mom. The whole heavy breathing thing is weird.”
“S-sorry,” I stammered, looking straight ahead. I couldn’t stare at him, or else I’d lose track of every semi-coherent thought in my brain. “Must’ve lost signal. I need to place an order for pick-up.”
“Okay… What do you want?”
“C-Can I get a large pepperoni, a large cheese, a medium Hawaiian, and a medium supreme?” I rushed out just as Duke pressed a single finger inside of me. “Shit,” I cursed.
“No olives,” he whispered. There was no hiding the smirk on his face as I turned to face him. He was thoroughly enjoying himself.
“Oh, and no o-olives,” I hurried.
Duke’s pace was leisurely. Like fingering me in the truck while I was on the phone with some unassuming cashier was a totally casual thing for someone to do.
I tried my best to stifle my low moans as the woman prattled on about extras and dipping sauces, but I lost that battle as Duke added another finger.
“Shit.” It came out as more of a low whine, and I threw my hand over my mouth to stop whatever might come out next.
“And do you want to try our Reaper challenge?” she asked. “It’s free. You just tell us which pizza you want it on and we’ll handle the rest.”
I circled my hips as Duke kept his unrelenting pace.
Each thrust of his fingers sent me higher, but it wasn’t enough to get me there entirely.
Now that we’d spent the last week worshipping each other’s bodies, I realized that while I loved the feeling of being stretched, I needed the clitoral stimulation to truly push me over the edge.
Which was why Duke seemed keen on touching every part of me, save the one I wanted most.
I whined as he rested the heel of his palm on the outside of my shorts, pressing hard enough for me to know it was there. Every time I got close, he’d take it away.
“Please,” I panted, talking to both at the same time.
“You have to tell me which one,” the woman deadpanned. “Or I guess I could add it to all of them if you really wanted me—”
“No! Sorry. The Hawaiian, please.” The sound of my arousal was steadily filling the cab, no longer muffled by the fabric covering my lower half. Duke pulled my shorts and underwear to the side, exposing me to the cool air as he fucked me relentlessly.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever been so turned on in my life. Here we were, messing around like two young kids with their lives ahead of us, not the two-grown ass adults we were. Even when I was younger, I never got to experience that “can’t get enough of you” kind of excitement.
“‘Kay. Be ready in twenty. You’ll have to come in and get it. The drive-thru window is broken.”
The moment the call clicked off, Duke pulled over on the side of the road. He withdrew his hand as I scrambled to undo my seatbelt. I paused as he brought his fingers to his lips, catching the sight of my arousal in the moonlight. And then he slowly licked them clean of any evidence.
“I swear to god, if you don’t fuck me—”
He flipped the console up, and I made quick work of my shorts and underwear. I straddled his legs, feeling the hardness beneath his jeans. My fingers worked quickly to undo his belt and tug down his zipper.
“I can’t wait,” he growled. “Need to be inside you. Need to make you come. Need to fill you up.”
I wanted that, too. Needed it more than anything in my life. His very touch had set my body on fire.
Duke lifted his hips as I tugged down the fabric separating us. Without preamble or pause, I slid onto his cock. He captured my mouth in a fierce kiss as we let out whimpers of mindless need.
“Fuck, honey,” he gasped as I rolled my hips. “Fuck. Just like that.”
There was nothing tender about this moment. No sweet whispers or tender caresses. I’d have bruises tomorrow along my hips where he grabbed me. Yet, somehow, we still felt closer than any two people had a right to be.
Each shared breath, each pathetic whimper, each garbled curse was like a language of our own. Neither of us had to direct the other on what we liked. It was instinct. It was perfect.
“Duke, I’m so close,” I panted, digging my fingers into his neck.
The cab of the truck was completely fogged up now.
While it offered us a semblance of privacy, it was fake.
Anyone who drove by would know what we were doing, made only more obvious as I dragged my hand through the condensation and left a desperate mark behind.
His head fell back against the seat, but he kept his eyes on my hips. “Touch yourself, honey. Let me watch you come all over my cock.”
Leaning back on the steering wheel, I slid my hand between our sweat-slicked skin. The moment I grazed my clit, I was done for. Everything was too hot, too tight, too much. My fingers moved in short, fast circles as Duke bucked up into me furiously.
My eyes closed as the orgasm took over, crashing over me in waves. He fucked me through every second, not letting up even as I screamed. I allowed my release to pull every ounce of pleasure out of my body until I felt Duke’s grip tighten around my waist, bringing me back to the present.
He let out a strangled cry as he came, holding onto me like I was the only thing keeping him on the ground. His cock twitched and pulsed inside me as he drew out our climaxes with slow, punctuated thrusts.
Other than the sound of his truck, the only thing I heard were our gasps for air. I fell back against the steering wheel, my body limp, as the scent of sex hung in the cab. Duke popped open an eye, giving me a lazy smile. “I can’t get enough of you.”
I let him pull me closer even though we were a sweaty mess of limbs. We didn’t even really have time to linger, and yet we did anyway. His lips grazed the top of my head, then my temple and cheeks, before finally landing on my mouth. I melted into it for one second before pulling back.
“We’ve got to go. We’re still at least ten minutes from the store,” I complained.
Duke sighed, tapping me on the thigh. “Can you reach into the glovebox? I’ve got some spare napkins we can use to clean up.”
“Or,” I said slowly, a sudden idea taking shape. “I could take care of it.”
Admittedly, I wasn’t really sure what I was doing. It sounded hot, but my experience giving head was limited. Surely there wasn’t a wrong way to do it, right? Just avoid the teeth, and it’d be fine.
Before I could talk myself out of it, I slowly lifted myself from Duke’s lap. Wetness seeped between us, slipping down my thighs and coating his cock. He held my hair back as I gripped his erection and slowly slid him inside my mouth.
“Fuck, fuck,” he hissed. The grip in my hair tightened, making my eyes water, but it was the best kind of pain.
The taste of him was salty. Not entirely unpleasant, but not my favorite flavor. Duke guided me gently, offering sweet whispers of encouragement as I swiped my tongue down his length and cleaned away our releases.
“Stop—I can’t—”
I lifted my head, staring up at him with a smile. “Something wrong?”
“Too fuckin’ sensitive,” he gasped, tucking himself away. I stayed put as he collected himself, chuckling at how pained he looked to be doing so. “As much as I enjoyed that, the napkins were for you, honey.”
Right. That probably would’ve been the smartest move. I was sure I was a goddamned mess. “Oops.”
I was about to reach for the glove box before Duke opened his door and stormed around the truck. I scrambled to cover myself up as he ripped open my door and stood above me. “Have you lost your mind? What’re you doing?”
Duke smiled, tugging me out of the truck and bending me over. I felt him fall to his knees behind me, his breath skittering along my most sensitive parts. “Cleaning up my mess.”