Chapter 32 Ollie
ollie
We’d spent the entire holiday tucked away at the house, only leaving when the craving for fresh pastries from the local bakery was too strong to ignore.
Nova and I stayed in my house at the back of the property while Luna claimed one of the extra rooms in the main house.
Despite the proximity, Nova spent most nights in her own room, and the lines between us remained clear.
We kissed—soft, lingering touches that felt like promises—but nothing more.
The unspoken boundaries held firm, though I couldn’t deny the ache of wanting her closer.
The last few days blurred together, filled with quiet moments by the fire, shared laughter, and lots of food. Tomorrow would be New Year’s Day, and we’d head back to the city. Back to reality.
“I’m still so surprised by this beautiful blanket,” Nova said softly, holding up the crocheted blanket my mum had made for her.
It was cream-colored with intricate stitching, perfectly paired with the tiny matching booties Mum had also made.
Luna, on the other hand, had gotten a matching hat from my mum—a bold, woolly thing that perfectly complemented the smaller ones for Nova and the baby. Mum had presented them with a grin, and Luna had laughed so hard she almost choked, calling it “peak family bonding.”
Nova and I hadn’t exchanged gifts. She hadn’t known there were any for her, and I’d kept quiet about it, letting the small, thoughtful moments from Mum and Luna speak for themselves.
When the night wound down well before midnight and everyone said their good nights, Nova and I returned to the house at the back of the property.
Her hand rested in mine as we stepped inside. The house was quiet, the low hum of the heater the only sound.
“Wait here,” I said, nodding toward the living area.
When I returned, Nova was sitting on the sofa, her hands resting lightly on her lap. She looked up as I walked in, her brows knitting slightly when she saw the slim, flat box in my hands.
I sat down beside her, turning the box over in my hands for a moment before I passed it to her. “I know we didn’t do gifts earlier, but I wanted to give you something.”
She bit her lip and hesitated before taking the box. “You’ve already given me so much, you didn’t have to—”
“I know.” I cut her off with a small smile. “I wanted to.”
She opened the box carefully, her fingers trembling slightly. Inside was a leather-bound journal, smooth and dark, with her initials pressed subtly into the corner. Attached to the cover was a pen holder with a sleek gold pen tucked neatly inside.
“I thought . . .” I started, clearing my throat, “you might want a place to write things down. For yourself, or maybe for her. Your thoughts, your dreams, your frustrations—whatever you need to get out.”
She ran her fingers over the leather, her expression unreadable at first. Then her lips trembled, and her eyes glistened with tears she didn’t let fall.
“You put my maiden name.”
I glanced at the leather notebook. I figured since she was divorced, she’d eventually go by Nova Thatcher. I only knew this was her name from the press documents I’d read.
I shrugged. “I figured you’d go by that name eventually . . .”
“That was very thoughtful.”
“I wanted to give you something that’s just for you.”
She looked up at me, her face open and vulnerable in a way I hadn’t seen before. Without a word, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me so tightly it knocked the air from my lungs.
When she pulled back, her smile was small but genuine, her fingers tracing the edges of the journal. “It’s perfect,” she said quietly.
She leaned in and kissed me, her lips lingering against mine like she was trying to convey what words couldn’t.
“I didn’t get you anything.”
“I don’t want anything.” I shook my head gently. “You moving into my house is a gift enough.”
Her lips curved into a sly smile, and she moved closer, shifting until she was straddling me. “What about if I give you this?”
Her rounded belly, more noticeable than ever, rested between us.
“You don’t have to,” I murmured, my voice catching as she trailed her hands up to my shoulders.
“I want to.”
She gripped my shoulders and moved her hips against me, slow and purposeful, each roll making my breath catch.
Her mouth claimed mine again, hungrier this time. She pressed down harder, grinding herself against me in a way that made me want to crawl on my knees to her. The tight sweater dress clung to her every curve, riding higher with each movement, exposing the soft skin of her thighs.
“You feel that?” she whispered, her lips brushing against my jaw as she rolled her hips harder. “That’s how wet you make me, Ollie. I’ve been thinking about this all day. About you. About what you’d feel like buried so deep inside me I can’t even think straight.”
Her stomach pressed against me with every shift of her body. The way she moved, the way her curves had softened and grown, it wasn’t beautiful. It was captivating, powerful, and so undeniably sexy in a way that stole my breath.
I groaned, my grip on her tightening as her hips rolled again, her heat pressing against me in a way that made my head spin.
“You’re breathtaking. Every inch of you. I don’t care how much you think you’ve changed—I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you right now.”
“Tell me, Ollie,” she murmured. “Tell me how much you need me. Tell me how much you crave this—me.”
She ground down harder, and my groan turned into a growl. Her words and movements broke me. I lifted her dress slowly, savoring the way the fabric slid over her skin. My pulse thundered as the dress finally slipped free from her body and fell to the floor, leaving her completely bare before me.
“No panties?”
She shook her head, a small, teasing smile tugging at her lips. “No. I was . . . hoping.”
My brows lifted slightly. “But you’ve been sleeping in the other room? Did I misread . . . something?”
Her expression softened as she leaned down, cupping my face in her hands. “I need space to process and think, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want you. Everything in my body screams for you.”
My hands moved instinctively, brushing down the soft swell of her stomach. “You look beautiful.”
Her eyes flickered with uncertainty. “It’s not embarrassing for you? That I’m pregnant with . . . you know, not yours?”
“Fuck no.” The words left my mouth before I even thought about them.
I traced the curve of her hips, my gaze locked on hers.
“It’s beautiful, Nova. You’re beautiful.
” I slid my hands upward, resting below her ribs as I lean closer.
“And it’ll be as amazing when you’re pregnant with mine .
. . one day.” I paused. “Don’t freak out that I said that. It slipped out.”
She stilled, her breath catching. “My PCOS—”
I pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her gently. “For another time,” I murmured. I didn’t want to scare her or have her run.
Moving my hands higher, I brushed over her breasts, my thumbs teasing her already sensitive nipples. She let out a soft gasp, her body arching into my touch.
“I want you to devour me,” I begged. “Like you promised.”
I reached down and circled her clit with my thumb, drawing a low moan from her. Crashing my mouth against hers, I claimed her in a kiss that was all teeth and tongues.
Her hips rocked against me, her slick heat soaking me through the fabric between us.
“I’m dripping for you,” she whispered, her voice trembling but confident. “I need you inside me, Ollie.”
“Fuck, Nova.”
She pulled back, her eyes blazing as I grabbed the waistband of my trousers, yanking them down with a single motion.
“Stop talking,” she commanded, her tone dripping with need. “I don’t want sweet tonight. I want you to fuck me like you mean it.”
Hovering above my lap, she wrapped her hand around me and guided me to her entrance, her smirk teasing. “You ready for this?”
“Always,” I managed, my voice strained as the heat of her core pressed against me.
She sank down hard, taking all of me in one slow, agonizing movement. Her gasp turned into a moan as she braced against my chest for balance.
“God, you’re so fucking big,” she breathed, her nails digging into my skin. “I can feel you stretching me. Fuck, Ollie, you’re perfect.”
I groaned and gripped her hips tightly, my fingers digging into her soft skin as I thrust up into her.
“You like that, Mommy?” I growled.
Her eyes flashed with heat as she leaned forward, her lips brushing my ear. “You’re such a good boy, Ollie. So obedient. So ready to give me everything I need.”
Her words pushed me over the edge, and I drove into her harder and deeper. She gasped, gripping my shoulders as I took control, thrusting into her without pause. Her moans turned into desperate cries.
“Look at you, taking care of me. Making me feel so good.”
“Anything for you,” I groaned, sliding my hands up to her waist, pulling her down harder as she rode me.
Her stomach brushed against mine with every thrust, her pregnant belly a sensual reminder of how incredible she looked, how her body moved with such strength and confidence.
“Come on, love,” I rasped. “Take it all for me. Show me how much you need me.”
She threw her head back, a guttural moan escaping her lips as her nails dug into my skin. “Fuck, Ollie,” she gasped. “You’re so deep, so fucking perfect.”
I continued to drive into her at a punishing pace, the sound of her cries and the slap of our bodies filling the room. Watching her take control was the most intoxicating thing I’d ever experienced.
“Come on, love. Show me how much you need me.”
“Harder,” she demanded. “Fuck me harder, Ollie. Make me forget everything but you.”
I’d never done this before. Never let someone else take the reins like this. Usually, I was the one in control, the one setting the pace, but with Nova on top, everything was different. Everything was better.
She controlled the speed, the rhythm, every detail of our connection, and I couldn’t get enough of it. I didn’t want to take over, didn’t want to disrupt the way she owned this moment.
I leaned back, letting her guide me, gripping her hips as I watched her. The soft bounce of her tits, the curve of her swollen stomach.
Her head tilted back, her curls cascading down her back. “I’m close. I’m going to come.”
She tightened around me and gripped my shoulders with almost bruising force as she screamed, her release crashing through her. Her body clenched, the sensation driving me over the edge, and I exploded inside her, matching her release with my own.
Her body trembled as she collapsed against me, her breathing ragged and her skin flushed.
I wrapped my arms around her instinctively, holding her close as we both tried to catch our breath.
I pressed a kiss to her damp shoulder, my heart pounding as I realized how much I loved seeing her like this—mine.
I lifted her off me gently, her body trembling as she leaned into my arms. Carrying her to the bathroom, I held her close as I turned on the shower, adjusting so we both fit under the warm spray.
She rested her hands on my chest, her half-lidded eyes glowing with exhaustion and contentment.
I took my time, letting the warmth ease us both as I brushed my fingers over her curves.
When we were done, I wrapped her in a towel and pressed a kiss to her temple before scooping her into my arms once again. She didn’t protest, simply nuzzled into me with a soft hum, her body relaxing completely in my hold.
I carried her to my room, where I gently laid her down, tucking her beneath the covers. As I slid in beside her, she sleepily reached out, her hand finding mine.
“You’re safe now,” I whispered, my lips brushing her temple. “I’ve got you. Always.”
She sighed softly, her fingers curling lightly against my chest.
I held her like that, knowing there was nothing I wouldn’t do for her.