47. Ollie
Chapter 47
Ollie
Megan hugs her arms around my neck, and I hoist her until her legs wrap around my waist. Not ten minutes ago I had her in a similar position but with her chest against mine while I drove my cock up against her and squeezed her arse until she moaned in the hallway of my parent’s house.
What the fuck was I thinking?
That’s the problem, I’m not thinking, and I know it’s not because of the booze. I pretty much sobered up when I found out what had happened to my room, then again when Megan tore my family a new one for not respecting me in front of all their snobby friends.
From the second she took my hand and pretended to be my girlfriend, this entire afternoon has been confusing as fuck. I never expected the day would also include having her on her knees in front of me, joking about orgies and shit, or comforting me in the quiet way only she can.
“Sorry if I’m heavy,” she says when I boost her higher.
“You’re not.”
I give her thigh a reassuring squeeze and she holds on tight, but I know I’ve got her. She’s safe with me. Her head finds a comfy spot resting on the top of mine. We walk in silence, and I’m sure she’s processing all of this, too.
In a village of this size, the pub isn’t far, though I never went there much, so I’d hardly call it my ‘local’. My parents weren’t exactly pub people, and I'm sure most of the residents hate us on principle.
“You can put me down now,” Megan says when we arrive, her cute laugh reverberating through my back when I refuse.
“Floors are sticky and gross.”
“It’s fine,” she says, climbing down. She wiggles those beautiful hips, fixing her dress before heading for the bar. I miss the feel of her skin already, and keep close behind her.
“What can I get you, love?”
“Do you have the number for a local taxi company?” she asks the barman, and he sucks a hiss through his teeth.
“Only one taxi around here, and all his journeys get booked well in advance. You’re better off calling someone from town and seeing if they’ll come and get you. We have rooms, but they’re all booked too, I’m afraid. Now, what are you drinking?”
“Nothing, thank you.” Her shoulders sag and she turns back to me. “Well, that was useless.”
“Now what?”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got this.” Megan clears her throat and bellows into the room. “Excuse me.”
The pub falls quiet, and I stand up straight, a Pavlovian response to Megan’s stern teacher voice. Someone turns the music down, and I watch as she clasps her hands together, turning on the charm.
“I’m so sorry to bother you fine folks on your Saturday night, but is anyone here sober enough to give us a lift back into town? I can pay you…” she scrambles in her little bag and thrusts some notes into the air. “Fifty pounds!”
Chairs creak against the floor as several people raise their hands and make their way towards us. Megan smiles up at me, the smuggest grin I’ve ever seen. I want to kiss it right off her face, but I already overstepped once this evening, and the fresh air on the short walk here gave me enough clarity to know that was a stupid thing to do.
Yes, this fake dating thing was her idea, but it was me who took it too far, me who’ll have to apologise in the morning, and me who will have to make sure things aren’t awkward between us once we get home.
A familiar voice behind me pulls my gaze away from her. “Ollie, is that you, lad?”
Damn, it’s good to see a friendly face. “Mr Avery. Hi.”
“You in a spot of bother?”
“No, um, yes. Sort of. We came to my parent’s party in my van but I’ve had a bit too much to drink so I can’t drive home.”
“No bother, I’ll drive you. And is this your fine lady?” he asks, turning his warm smile to Megan.
“Oh no, this is my… landlady… er, my friend, my…” I panic, scrambling when her eyes meet mine. Mr Avery isn’t family, so there's no need to keep up the pretence here, but her smile drops and takes mine with it. I want it back. “This is my Megan.”
“Megan Porter,” she says, shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you. I take it you two know each other?”
“Best apprentice I ever had, this lad.” He pats me warmly on the back and it takes me back to weekends as a child spent tinkering away in his garage. I’d never have had the confidence to take on a van build without the things I learned under his guidance. “Come on, my car’s right out front.”
“I can’t believe you pulled this off,” I whisper to Megan as we follow him out.
“Aren’t you always telling me I just need to ask for what I want?” she teases, bumping me with her shoulder. “I guess that really works.”
Megan insists I sit in the front, crawling into the back seat before I can stop her. Still, I take great pleasure in leaning across her body to fasten her seatbelt. Her breath ghosts my cheek, then hitches when my fingers graze her hip. It would be so easy to turn my face to hers and catch her mouth with mine.
“Tell me about this van then,” Mr Avery says, turning on the engine.
Time passes quickly while I fill him in on the details and answer all his questions. When I glance back to check on Megan, she’s fast asleep, head tipped back and snoring softly. She’d be embarrassed to be seen like that, I bet, but she still looks beautiful to me.
When we pull back into the car park behind our building, a loud yawn fills the air as Megan stirs back to life. “Are we here already?”
“We sure are, Sleeping Beauty,” Mr Avery teases.
“Oh, I almost forgot!” she says, opening up her purse. “Your money. Here.”
“Don’t be daft,” he says, refusing to accept it. “You two spend it on yourselves. And when you sober up enough to come and get your van, make sure you bring her round for me to have a look.”
“Will do, Mr Avery. Thanks again.”
When I open Megan’s car door, she hops up onto my back again, clutching her heels in her fist. I couldn’t tell you the last time I gave someone a piggyback before tonight, but it’s funny how naturally it comes to the two of us now.
Time moves slowly as we climb the stairs and walk down the hallway to our front door. All day I’ve wanted nothing more than to be back here, just the two of us, but now I don’t want to cross the threshold and have to say goodnight.
Megan leans against the wall, blessing me with her sleepy smile while I fumble to get my key in the lock. I want to stall her, but there’s only so long I can drag that out without making it weird. Inside, she dumps her shoes with the others, and we hover in the hallway, dragging out hanging up our coats.
“Thank you for today. For coming with me, for pretending to, you know. I’m sorry it was so awkward.”
“I had fun,” she hums softly.
And she’s right. It was fun. Everything felt lighter with her by my side.
“Hey, Ollie?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m sorry they did that to your room, but I’m going to lose sleep figuring out what all that stuff was so, if you can bear it, I need you to ring your mum tomorrow and ask for an explanation. Otherwise, I’m definitely going to believe it’s a sex den.”
We stare at each other in the soft light of the hallway lamp. Her eyes draw me in until I’m distracted by her tongue darting out to wet her lips. The bottom one glistens, pouty and delicious, and I want to suck it again, but everything feels murky now we’re back here.
We should talk about what happened earlier, but now probably isn’t the time. I barely slept after our argument last night and it’s catching up with me. If I bring it up now, there’s a chance I’ll say the wrong thing and make an even bigger mess.
“Well, goodnight, I guess,” she says eventually.
“Yeah. Goodnight.”
I head for my room, wondering if I might hear her vibrator buzzing away soon, but the scream I hear seconds later is far, far worse.