28. Oliver
OLIVER
Her soft lips pluck at mine. Our girl’s sleepy, but she’s still so responsive. Her fingers curl into the side of my hair. It’s torture, but I pull away first. And she grabs at my neck, yanking me back to her lips.
I’m not sure how long I’m asleep or if the rest of them dozed off at all. I wake to Emily’s fingers trailing around my chest. My eyes snap open.
“Oliver,” she whispers. “You’re okay.”
I roll onto my back. There’s a good set of cracks on the ceiling of this estate. It’s no castle—it has central heating. “I was dreaming.”
Anders raises his chin at me. His blue eyes tell me he knows exactly what I was dreaming of. That we weren’t able to protect Emily.
“About what?” Emily asks.
“Nothing. I’m good. Have you had a good rest?” Not the best redirect, but I’m groggy.
“Yes,” she whispers. Her fingers trail around my chest and down to where my cock is already awake and standing on his own.
“You don’t have to do everything tonight.” I capture her wrist and bring it to my lips before I let it go.
She shrugs and stands, turning toward the other side of the room where Thayer has a bar set up by the wall.
“I’m an overachiever, don’t you know.” She saunters away from me, her ass swinging from side to side.
“Fuck,” Anders says, standing.
I jump up. I’m the asshole who cuts in front of him.
I pick Emily up from behind, toss her in the air.
Her feet swing up, and I catch her as she twists until her front is to mine.
Legs twist around my body; her arms land on my shoulders.
I couldn’t make it come out the same way again if I tried a thousand times.
“Oliver!”
“Don’t swing that ass at me unless you’re willing to learn how to use it.” I really meant that she doesn’t need to do everything at once. I don’t want to break her. She’s shown me how much of a vixen she can be, but still.
Her face steps through phases: shock, a little horror, but when it lands on lust? Damn, she’s the vixen for me. “Use it?”
“Not now, Emily, not today. But we’ll have our fun when you’re ready.” I push her back against the stone wall. It’s warm in the room from the roaring fire that’s now dying a slow death.
Her mouth draws into an O. Her skin’s cooled from the nap, no longer covered in the sheen of warmth from Anders between her legs and riding Dempsey. But all that’s about to change.
She shakes it off and nibbles at her lip.
Damn. She has no idea how sexy this confidence she’s pushing at me is.
I’m going to teach her things she’s never even heard of, but not today.
Not yet. One at a time. Bit by bit, I’ll dole it out to her like candy.
Until she’s never going to be able to want anyone but me, us.
Her lips are warm and tender when I capture them, savoring every last bit of her.
I have one hand under her ass, the other on the wall.
When I pull back, her eyes are glowing. “Need you, Ollie.”
“Fuck.” I didn’t want to do this with her. Not now. But with the way she’s humping me . . . humping me because I’m the one holding her against the wall. My beautiful little prisoner. Fuck, she’s going to be the end of me. I slide into her warmth. Her eyes flutter closed.
“Good. Move, Oliver.”
It’s all I need. There’ll be time for slow and emotional. Right now, it’s fast and hard. I want her over and over. Damn, I haven’t had enough of her.
There’s an Emily-sized hole in my soul. No way will I ever get enough of her. And especially this moment. She’s on the edge of coming, and I have to hold my breath to keep from spilling before she does. Never have I seen a woman so beautiful. So accepting.
I tip my hips, driving into her deeper, and she moans. “Oliver.” Her eyes snap wide open. And gazing into her blues holds me. I’m wild with need, hammering into her, our eyes locked. She’s my drug; euphoria overwhelms me. She’s close.
“Emily.” With her name on my lips, her body slams into the wall again. “Beautiful.”
My hips piston. She slides up the wall with each thrust. I’m deep into her.
I’m not like Ryder. I’ve done this before, stupidly, but fortunately came out of it without being a father or getting sick.
I survived my youth with my reputation intact, childless, and healthy.
Damn lucky. Even luckier to be here now with Emily.
Fuck, I’m never going to not be in awe of her.
Her head tips up, her long neck exposed to me. I suck the tender skin at the base of her neck. Fuck me. I’m feral. I want to leave a mark. Touch every inch of her over and over again. I won’t let myself come until she has. I don’t care how long it takes; I’m hers until she cries out for mercy.
I change the pitch of my hips and drive us both into the sturdy wall. Her legs shake around my waist, and her pussy’s quivering around me. She’s close.
“That’s it, Emily,” Ryder growls.
“Harder.” Her eyes widen. “Harder, Oliver, I won’t break. It’s so good.”
It’s reassurance I need, and I thrust harder into her.
“Damn,” Ander says behind me, but I don’t care. I don’t care about anything but Emily.
Her fingers are in my hair, prodding at my scalp, pulling at the short hairs at the nape of my neck. When I move my right hand to her head and pull on her damp locks, she breaks apart, moaning my name, “Oliver.”
It has me done for. I’m gone. My hips bulldoze her into the wall, grinding against her as I come. Her moans turn to screams, and she collapses against my shoulder. “Holy shit, Oliver. Holy, holy shit.”
I gather her to my chest and break us away from the wall.
“Fuck me. Em are you okay?” Ryder asks, and somehow I instantly know he’s not talking about her afterglow.
“What?” She lifts her head from my shoulder. “So good. So good.” But she drops it down again. I’m about to place her on the blankets on the floor when Anders stops me.
“On her stomach.” He’s got his first officer voice on, and muscle memory has me doing what he asks without question.
I gently place Emily on her belly, and she instantly nestles into the pile of blankets.
“Fuck.” There’s no damage done to the limestone, but I can’t say the same about Emily.
Red marks scream down her back from where the stone gouged her, and there are scarlet marks on her thighs that I’m sure will be turning to bruises.
Her hair’s covering what I did to her neck, but I know it’s there.
“You are a beast. It’s good,” she mutters into the blankets.
“We’re going to need to patch her up.” Anders touches her tenderly next to the marks. “And clean up the room.”
There’s a sinking feeling in me. This isn’t college, and Emily isn’t one of Thayer’s and my one-night stands. We can’t have this getting out. No matter how much I’m addicted to her, she might not be Thayer’s, but she’s not mine either. I lock eyes with Anders and give him a curt nod.
“No, first we cuddle,” Emily says, turning her head away from the floor.
She reaches for me. Anders may have the first officer voice, but Emily reaching for me belays any order he gives.
Ryder and I are on the floor next to Emily—Anders too, in the next beat, rewarded with a soft content smile from Emily.
She pulls her head up onto my chest and curls an arm around my waist. A long, contented sigh rushes from her lungs.
“All of this was . . . You three are . . .”
The three of us wait for her answer.
“Don’t keep us hanging, Em. That was . . . what? Nice, hot—” Anders says.
“The best you’ve ever had?” Ryder asks.
I’m not about to supply options for Emily. She’s her own woman, and I want to know what she truly thinks. I run my hands down the side of her hair, calming it through my fingers.
“Life-changing.” She tilts her head up, her eyes holding mine.
Life-changing? I’ll take it. Damn, I’ll take anything from her.
Emily’s head rests on my chest. There’s a shift in her. She’s gone into her head again. I feel the question bubbling through her as she tilts her neck back until she can see my face.
“You can ask me anything.”
She bites her lip and closes her eyes. When she opens them up again, there’s a new determination on her face.
“Anything, Em.”
“This isn’t the first time you’ve . . .”
I smooth back her hair from her head. She’s not going to like the answer, but I’m not going to lie to her. Because I’ve had lots of one-night stands. Mostly where the girl didn’t know who I was, or who Thayer was.
“Wait, don’t tell me. I don’t really want to know.”
“Emily, I haven’t done relationships in the past. And I’ve never done something like this with anyone I care about.” I take her hand in mine. “This was more than sex. You know that, right?” My eyes flick from her searching face to Anders on the floor and Ryder on her other side.
“I’m in this with you.” Ryder leans in and kisses her on her cheek.
“Same. I’m so in love with you, Emily.” Anders places his hand on the side of her knee.
She nods and drops her head to my chest.