79. Ollie
Chapter 79
Ollie
Luke hands me a beer, then ducks behind the bar to help his team through a busy spell. I take a much-needed pull, my eyes fixed on the door, waiting for Megan to return.
“We’re so excited for you both. This trip will be just what Megan needs,” Kara says, grabbing Hattie's arm. “And we didn’t even need to meddle.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I told you we’re not supposed to meddle in each other’s love lives,” Hattie says. “But we knew if we gave you guys some space, our girl would figure this one out on her own.”
“Oh, she’s your girl, is she?” I tease, taking another drink. “And here I was thinking she’s about to be mine.”
Hattie squares up to me, her finger pointed right between my eyes. “She’s ours, and if you ever hurt her, I’ll slash your tires while you sleep.”
“You wouldn’t,” I gasp.
“She wouldn’t,” Kara reassures me. “She’s actually a much calmer person now she’s loved up. Speaking of, where is Rob?”
Hattie points over my shoulder, and I spot Mrs Porter being spun around the dancefloor with Hattie’s boyfriend. She looks like she’s having the time of her life.
“He loves to flirt with older women,” Kara laughs and throws me a wink. “Bit like you, Ollie.”
I don’t mind being the butt of the joke if it means her friends accept me as one of their gang.
I leave them to chat while I pack up my guitar, keen to get out of here as soon as Megan comes back. We have a lot to figure out, but she’s coming with me, and for now, that’s all that matters. We’ll take each day as it comes, because that’s what life on the road is all about.
Finally, the doors swing open, and while Mr Porter makes a beeline for the dancefloor, Megan heads towards me, and I open my arms for her to walk straight into. God, I’ve missed her smile.
“Did you say ‘the Megan you know and love’ earlier?”
My lips pinch together. “Wasn’t sure if you caught that.”
“Oh, I caught it,” she says, her eyes shining brightly. “We need to leave.”
“Now?”
She nods quickly. “Right now.”
“Don’t you want a second to say goodbye to everyone?” She takes my hand in hers and leads me outside.
“Bye, everyone!” she shouts out to Hattie and Kara, who wave us off from their spot by the bar.
Outside, the air is cooler, but my blood is heating fast knowing where the night is headed. Every part of me has missed every part of her.
“Get in the back with me real quick,” I tell her, sliding the door open and stashing my guitar away in the overhead compartment.
“I’m not going to have sex with you in the van outside our friend’s bar while my parents are inside,” she protests, hands on her gorgeous hips.
“We'll be having sex in the van all summer long,” I joke.
“Exactly. Take me home to bed while we can still take advantage of having one.”
“Will you just get in here already? That's not even what I'm talking about. I have something for you.”
She slides the door closed behind her, and I flip open the cabinet door that houses my first aid kit, emergency long-life protein bars, plus one extra thing. When I pass it to her, Megan gasps, turning it over in her hands.
“You got me a new jar?” She unscrews the lid, and inside are fresh strips of paper and two pens.
“For the van. For us.” I pull her closer and catch a tear with my thumb. I know this is a happy moment, but I still hate to see her cry.
“But I said I wasn’t coming with you.”
“I bought it months ago,” I shrug. “Figured if you weren’t here to fill it with happy things, then I’d fill it myself. Bet there’ll be a lot more things now, though.”
“Ollie,” she whispers, tipping her chin until her lips ghost over mine. “You know you’re the man I love, too, right?”
“You don’t have to say it just because I did.”
“I know that. I’m saying it because it’s true. I’ve known it for a while now, and I thought I’d blown my chance to tell you.”
My mouth captures hers in a hungry kiss that's full of need. Avoiding her has been agony when all I’ve wanted to do is to crawl beneath the covers every night since our trip. Her arms loop around my neck and my hands weave into her hair, keeping her mouth on mine.
“Please take me home before I change my mind about sex in the van,” she begs.
Though I could keep kissing her all night, I’m happy to stop if it means I can take her to bed. She hands me the jar, and adjusts her clothes and her hair before sliding the van door open.
“Wait!” I pull her back into my arms. “Before we go, there’s a rule we need to talk about.”
“Oh, now you want rules?”
“Yup, it’s a very important one. Creepy red-light masks are banned on this trip.” She fixes me with a stare that quickly melts into a smile. “But you’re definitely bringing your vibrator.”
She laughs, throwing her head back, then kissing me again. “Deal.”
“In fact…” Checking nobody can see us, I reach up underneath her dress, hook my fingers into her underwear and drag them down and off. “You can make a head start while I drive us home.”
“What?”
“Get in the front and start teasing your perfect pussy.”
Her jaw drops, but she jumps out anyway. I lock up, then run for the driver's seat.
“What if someone sees?” she asks, clicking her seatbelt into place.
After doing the same, I hike the hem of her dress high up her thighs, my cock already throbbing at the thought of her bare underneath. I start the engine and pull out into the quiet night.
“Nobody can see but me, baby. I need to be inside you the second we get in, and I want you good and ready for me.”
Megan reaches her hand to my lips. I take great pleasure in circling her wrist with mine and wetting her fingers with my tongue.
The shy Megan I met all those months ago is long gone, replaced by this confident woman who loves it when I tell her what to do. I switch the radio off so all I can hear are her pretty moans and the slick sounds of her touching herself right next to me.
“Do you want a taste?” she whimpers.
“Fuck yes.” With my eyes still on the road, I lean closer, my mouth open and tongue out.
“Then drive faster,” she laughs, her fingers working overtime.
“Oh, you're gonna pay for that.”
“I sure hope so.”
She paws at her breast through her clothes and buries her fingers inside herself. Her hips buck up off the seat as she grinds against own hand, her chest rising and falling fast as she watches me, knowing I can’t take a proper look.
“Don’t you dare come yet,” I tell her. “I want you right on the edge.”
“I’m so close, Ollie. Hurry.”
My knuckles turn white as I grip the steering wheel, thankful for every green light on the way home.
“Get in the house,” I snap before I’ve even turned off the engine.
She slams her door and bolts. I chase her through the carpark, crowding her as she tries to get into the building. My cock strains behind my zipper, and I sweep her hair aside to kiss her neck.
“You’re not helping.”
She fumbles with her keys until I snatch them from her hand and unlock it for her, then march her through the hallway and up the stairs until we reach our front door. I spin her around and pin her against it with my hands on her waist and my hips hard against hers.
“Feel what you’ve done to me, you little tease.”
“You asked for it.”
Her tongue darts out to lick at my lips, and I nearly come on the spot. I fucking love bratty Megan.
“Whose is this?” I ask, reaching underneath her dress and cupping her roughly between the legs.
Her head falls back against the wood and I drop my forehead to hers, staring into her soul while she rocks against my hand.
“Yours. I’m all yours.”
My mouth never leaves hers as I walk her backwards into her bedroom, and immediately topple onto the bed, which is currently in the middle of the room. I land on my forearms and barely stop myself from crushing her.
“What the fuck happened here?”
“We’ll talk about it later,” she huffs, yanking my t-shirt up over my head, sending my cap flying. I help her out of my hoodie and she grapples with my belt buckle, shoving my jeans down over my hips.
“Unbutton the front of your dress, but leave it on.”
She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and flicks the delicate buttons open one by one. I’d be tempted to rip the thing right open if I didn’t love this dress on her. I settle for tugging her bra down and letting her beautiful tits spill free.
My mouth takes care of each tight nipple while I work myself out of the rest of my clothes and reach into her drawer for a condom.
“I can't be slow with you tonight,” I tell her, rolling it on and nudging her thighs wider.
“I don't want slow. Show me how much you missed us.”
Lining myself up at her entrance, I feel her stretch around me, arching her back as she takes more. Her hands clutch at sheets, chest heaving, lips pinched together as she holds her moans.
“Is it all the way in?”
“See for yourself.”
She lifts her head just in time to watch me feed my last inch into her, my hips meeting her perfect skin. My thumbs press into her gorgeous thighs, holding her open.
“Oh my gosh,” she moans, stroking one hand down my chest. “Look at that.”
“It's hot, right? You and me. Like this.” She nods, whining at the sight of me pulling out and slamming back in. “Rub your clit while I fuck you.”
My pace is frantic, desperate for release after going this long without her, but when she gets close, I slow right down and let her take control.
I really thought the last time was the last time, and now I’m determined to never take a second with her for granted.
When I watch her shatter around me, her head tipped back with my name on her lips, there’s no holding back. I spill everything I’ve got, collapsing into her arms, gasping for the same air.
We come down together, our faces close, just watching each other recover. Her hand cups my cheek and I link my fingers with hers and press a kiss to each knuckle.
As my heart rate slows, I know one thing for certain. I could drive the entire world with Megan, but I'll never find a better view than this.