Chapter 12
TWELVE
OLLIE
When I was little, I used to fall asleep every night and wish that in the morning I would wake up and everything I knew would be nothing but a bad dream.
That I had a family who loved me and wanted me, parents who hugged me every night before bed and whispered bedtime stories to me until my eyes drooped.
That I didn’t have to squeeze my eyes shut tightly and hope that when I opened them, I wouldn’t be in a community home for abandoned little omegas.
That for once in my life, I would wake up and feel warm and wanted, not cold and alone.
I never stopped wishing for that. Even as the years went by and I eventually laid that secret desire to rest, I always hoped that one day I would wake up and things would be different.
Even if it was for just one day, I would take it. Just one day when I would feel that I mattered to someone, that I was worthy, that I didn’t always have to look out for myself on my own.
My eyes blink open in the pale morning light that bleeds through the blinds and it’s instinct to brace for the ravaging emptiness that usually creeps into my mind these first moments of consciousness.
But none of it comes. All there is, is a profound sense of peace that feels as strange as it is familiar and when I breathe in the crisp scent of pine trees, I know the reason for that.
My heart skips a beat as I register my surroundings; lying on Ethan’s warm chest, my leg hitched on his hip, his arm around me, holding me against him. As if he needs to be touching me even in his sleep.
He’s breathing deeply and I don’t dare move for fear of waking him up.
I don’t want to move anyway. I’m happy just taking in his relaxed features and out-of-control hair and scruff—which almost makes me chuckle—and replaying everything that happened last night, which makes my face heat like a furnace.
How is it possible that I’ve known this man for only a week?
How does he make me feel so safe, so wanted, so free to be myself around him when we barely know each other?
I burrow deeper into Ethan’s embrace, refusing to let thoughts that extend beyond this cabin to infiltrate my heart and my mind. All that matters is that I get to keep this happiness for a little while longer.
I sigh against his chest and his arm tightens around me.
“Baby?”
God, that word in his deep, sleep-thickened voice could make my brain melt.
“Good morning,” I smile up at him and my eyes briefly flutter when his hand finds my tousled curls, threading through them, stroking my cheek that’s still warm from sleep.
“Yeah, it’s a damn good morning,” he mumbles hoarsely and I chuckle, turning my head to place a tiny kiss on his open palm. “How are you feeling today?”
“Mmm… With the risk of sounding repetitive, I feel really, really good.”
The smile Ethan aims at me is pure filth.
“Is that right? You liked what we did last night, sweetheart?” he rasps as his hand trails down my side, raising goosebumps along the way, before it dips into my belly-button.
His brown eyes are sparkling with mischief because he loves to tease me, but I want to tease him back.
Pulling myself closer to him and hitching my leg higher, until my soft cock is rubbing against his thick, strong thigh, I arch to whisper in his ear.
“I loved it, Ethan,” I breathe, my fingers running down his powerful chest, following the trail of soft hair that leads to his rapidly-filling cock.
“I loved it when I took you inside me,” I tell him as I use a finger to circle his base where his knot grows when he’s coming. A low growl builds in his throat and it fuels me to keep going.
“I loved it when you fucked me till you bred me,” I say hoarsely as his palm finds mine where I’m playing with him and we both gasp when he wraps our combined hands around his hard, thick cock. We’re both breathing hard as he guides my hand and soon we’re both pumping him fast and mercilessly.
The sight of his red head pushing through our fist is obscene, but when I lift my eyes, Ethan’s eyes are burning into me.
“You want to watch me fuck our fist like I fucked your pretty, little womb last night, Ollie?”
God, those words, that look. I don’t even know when I start thrusting my own cock against his thigh.
“You want to watch me come all over us while you rub yourself on me?”
“Yes, Ethan.” His name is barely a desperate whisper on my lips. “Show me how to please you.”
His breath hitches and his expression softens as his piercing gaze holds me captive.
He brushes his lips on mine.
“You please me just by existing, Ollie,” he whispers before he’s claiming my mouth in the most consuming kiss that goes on and on and on until all we can do is chase our orgasms and swallow each other’s groans when we make a mess of ourselves.
I’m still breathing hard when I mumble, “Somehow I feel the morning just got better.”
Ethan’s booming laugh shakes the bed. “And you would be fucking right.”
I grin up at him, an idea forming in my head.
“Can I help you make breakfast today?”
His eyes twinkle when he answers me.
“Sure. It’s been a while since I burned anything.”
I gasp in mock outrage.
“Are you saying I’ll be a bad influence?”
“No, I’m saying I’ll be too distracted to pay attention to what I’m doing.” He pauses, giving me a heated once over. “Especially if you only wear one of my flannels.”
“I think I might be able to wear more clothes. My skin feels a lot less itchy and sensitive today.” I feel a pang in my chest at the reason why—probably the heat starting to run its course—but I smother it immediately.
“Unless you don’t want me to, of course,” I finish with a seemingly innocent smile.
I only have time to hear a grunt, before Ethan suddenly hauls me on top of him, his arms like brands around me.
“I want you only in my shirt, Ollie.”
I sigh at his possessive tone.
“On one condition.”
“Anything,” he vows and I smile as I brush a small kiss on his stubbled jaw.
“You’ll have to join me in the shower.”
His groan is pure torture.
“Jesus, I’ve created a monster.” But he grins as I’m climbing off him and tugging him off the bed.
And who knew a shower could be more dirtying than cleaning?