Chapter 30 #2
“Whatever. Either way, I’m shoving you both out of that zone and firmly into the fuck-each-other’s-brains-out zone.”
“Are you sure this is a good time?”
“Yes. This is the perfect time.”
She chews on her bottom lip, the indecision stark on her face before she finally sighs and nods. “Okay, I’ll try—”
I step back, grab her arm before she can protest again, and drag her towards the fence.
“Theo! I didn’t think you meant now!” Ollie shouts, but I can hear the amusement in her voice. The ponies, seeing that they’re no longer going to get treats from their owner, snort and walk towards the hay feeder while a confused-looking Harlow follows us.
“Where are we going?” Ollie asks as I help her over the fence.
I follow her over. “The gun range. Rhys is going to teach you how to shoot a gun.”
She frowns. “But I thought…”
My lips curve upward into a smirk. “Don’t worry, princess, he’ll have you screaming his name afterwards.” I wink at her.
Her cheeks turn a beautiful shade of pink as she looks away and fiddles with the sleeves of her jacket. I can practically see the nerves and doubts trickling in, and I know if I don’t get a handle on them, she’ll be second-guessing everything.
A quick glance around shows that we’re still away from the main hustle and bustle of Haven. Perfect. I grab her and drag her between two caravans before pressing her up against the metal side of one. Her eyes widen and her lips part in shock.
“What—”
I cut her off with my mouth, not wasting any time as I thrust my tongue past her lips.
She tenses for a second but quickly melts into me as I cup the back of her head and deepen the kiss.
She moans into my mouth and reaches up to grab fistfuls of my jacket, clinging to me like she’s terrified I might disappear if she doesn’t hold on.
God, her lips are so soft and plump against mine, and she tastes so good.
Like a decadent chocolate cake that you can’t help but want more of.
Heat sears my veins and my cock thickens against my jeans, pressing almost painfully against my fly.
I groan and grind into the plushness of Ollie’s body, desperate to ease the ache.
She gasps and bucks against me, no doubt feeling my erection against her stomach.
My hand tightens on the back of her head, my thoughts consumed with just how good she feels pressed up against me.
Fuck. Do I really need to give her over to Rhys?
Especially when she’s making those sounds that has my balls aching and my cock leaking pre-cum…
I want to sling her over my shoulder and take her back to the cabin where I can have her naked and stretched out on the bed.
She’ll be so wet for me, that pretty pink pussy glistening with arousal and her clit swollen and desperate to be touched.
I want to draw out more sounds from her perfect lips and have her screaming my name while I eat her out.
Fuuuck.
I kiss her harder, delirious with need as I grind almost desperately against her.
More pre-cum leaks from my cock and I’m in half a mind to tell Rhys he can have her next time.
But I promised myself that I’d be a better friend.
Besides, I’m not the one Ollie needs right now.
Even if she’s clinging to me while moaning and rubbing herself against me.
With superhuman strength, I groan and pull away from Ollie’s intoxicating mouth. Rhys better appreciate the sacrifice I’m making here.
I lick my lips, still tasting her, and force myself further away from her before I kiss her again. “We should get you to the range,” I say in a deep, rough voice.
Ollie blinks, her gaze still hazy with lust, but she doesn’t protest as I take her hand and lead her towards the gun range.
By the time we get there, she’s a little more coherent, but it’s obvious what we were up to with her swollen lips and pink cheeks.
Rhys is already there, waiting for us. His eyes catalogue her dishevelled appearance and the bulge still apparent in my jeans.
“Did Theo get you ready for me, princess?” he asks, his voice dripping with innuendo even as he sets a gun on the table, ready to be fired.
Ollie swallows hard. “He said you were teaching me to fire a gun.”
His lips twitch. “I’m sure that’s not the only thing he said.”
Her cheeks flush but as if realising who she’s talking to, she straightens her spine. “Apparently I’ll be screaming your name afterward, but I’m sceptical it’ll be from pleasure. Probably more from annoyance or frustration.”
Ah, bratty Ollie is a sight to behold, and the fact she’s only like that with Rhys entertains me to no end. I know he’s said in the past that he’s not a brat tamer, but with how his eyes burn with a mixture of challenge and desire, he’s a damn liar.
His hand twitches at his side like he’s having to hold himself back from spanking her. “You’re going to regret that, princess,” he says in a deceptively calm voice.
Ollie shivers, and the sexual tension in the room skyrockets.
I’m grinning and practically bouncing on my toes, giddy at the fact that this is finally happening. They’re finally going to fuck!
I grab Harlow and head toward the door. “I’ll leave the two of you to it. Remember, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”
“That’s not a long list!” Ollie shouts back.
Damn right it isn’t.