Chapter 23 #2
It’s just us heading back to the cabin to spend the weekend alone together.
There’s no other reason we’re here. The thought of going back alone with him, into the cabin and up those stairs and into that bedroom with the king size bed where he could throw me around…
I stumble at this last thought. A rush of warmth floods over my body.
I feel this pull, this desire that comes over me and settles between my legs.
It feels like Oliver’s body is a need and his hand holding mine is just an aching reminder of how much more I’m missing out on.
I don’t remember when the cabin comes into view, but then we’re walking up the porch and through the front door.
Tina says she’ll start cooking dinner. Someone left a supply of fresh groceries in the fridge and in the pantry.
Ryan’s mom probably paid someone to deliver them before we got here.
I’m too worked up to ask any questions. I need some time alone.
“I’m going to take a shower.” I head for the stairs.
“I’ll join you,” Oliver says.
I almost trip over the first step. “What? Um. I mean.” I steal a glance at Tina.
She watches me with a raised brow. I realize this is a totally normal thing for a boyfriend to say to a girlfriend, and since that’s what we’re pretending to be, I need to act like I’m not surprised. I smile. “Yeah. Come on.”
Oliver follows me upstairs. When we get into the bedroom, I turn toward him. “I really am going to take a shower,” I tell him. “You didn’t have to follow me in here.”
He shrugs. “I need some time away from those two.”
“You’re just going to hang out in here while I’m in the bathroom?” I ask.
“Unless you want me in there with you.” He watches me, his gaze unwavering. A small smile creeps up at the side of his mouth.
It’s a dangerous suggestion because I know that he’s joking but everything in me wants to say yes and invite him in. I can’t bear the thought that he might turn me down. I laugh it off instead. “Taking a shower together would certainly make this fake relationship more believable.”
“They already think that’s what we’re doing,” he says with a shrug.
“You know what would be really funny?”
“Hmm?”
“We should make really loud sex noises so they can hear us from downstairs.”
Oliver smirks. “Ryan mentioned the walls are pretty thin. Are you trying to get them to never invite us back here?”
I can’t help but notice the way he says “us” like he expects this charade to go on indefinitely and we’ll be invited back together one day. We’ll have to tell them the truth at some point, though. In the meantime, we can at least have some fun with this.
“What did you do with those condoms?” I ask.
His eyes widen. “You—” He clears his throat. “You want to use them?”
“We need to make it look like they’re used,” I say. “Unroll a few and pop them in the trash.”
He goes to the dresser where I saw him leave them earlier, before they disappeared. He opens a drawer and pulls the strip out. “How many?”
“As many as it will take to make them raise an eyebrow if they look in the trash.” I pull one of the foil packets off the strip and rip it open.
I unroll the condom and stretch it out a little, then fling it at Oliver.
He laughs, dodging it. He opens the next one and does the same, flinging it at me.
It hits me in the face, which makes him laugh harder.
I grab it and throw it back at him, but it goes right over his shoulder.
“This isn’t enough,” he says.
“More?” I take the strip back.
“No,” he says. “We need to make some noise.”
“Like… loud sex noises? So they can hear?” I know that I’m the one who first suggested it, but the thought of moaning loudly in front of him, even if it’s just for fun, makes me blush.
“Or we could make it more realistic,” he says.
“How do we do that?”
He steps closer to me. When he reaches me, he takes the strip of condoms out of my hand and drops it on the floor.
Then he takes my waist in between his hands and he leans down and touches his lips to mine.
I’m brought back to that moment in his bathroom.
Was that this morning? It feels so long ago now.
When his lips touch mine, I forget why I was upset earlier.
He kisses me softly. His lips are warm against mine.
It takes everything in my power to not bite his lip and pull him against me.
I decide that I want this. At the very least, I don’t want to put a stop to it.
I separate my lips from his and whisper, “I don’t know.
I don’t think this is realistic enough.”
He pulls away to look at me, but he doesn’t take his hands off my waist. “Oh yeah? And what would make it more realistic for you?”
“I seem to remember you mentioning something about throwing me around on that bed,” I remind him.
His eyes darken. He slides his hands down and lifts me up so that my legs are around his waist. He carries me to the bed and throws me down. I land with a gasp, and he comes down on top of me. “Like that?” he growls.
I nod. “Something like that.”
He returns his lips to mine. His hand comes up my stomach, underneath my shirt. He stops when his fingertips reach the base of my bra. He kisses a trail from my lips, down my cheek, and onto my neck.
“It’s a little warm in here for clothes, don’t you think?” he says, his mouth against my neck.
“I was about to get in the shower,” I remind him.
“I can help you take them off,” he offers.
His kisses dip a little lower to my collarbone. I suck in a breath. I’m too turned on for my own good right now. I know that this can’t end well, but I go along with it anyway. “That’s what boyfriends do.”
“I am your boyfriend.” He lifts the bottom of my shirt and kisses a trail down my bare stomach.
“That’s what we want them to think,” I mumble. I’m barely able to contain myself when his mouth reaches the top of my jeans. I squirm. Oliver comes back up, this time pulling my shirt all the way off of me so that I’m only in my bra and jeans.
He tosses my shirt onto the floor, and then pulls his own off.
He kneels over me and I take in the sight.
I already had an idea of what his muscles might look like from seeing him in a tank top and feeling him against me, but seeing him like this is all new.
I don’t realize that I’m holding my breath until I start to get lightheaded.
It’s not until I look at his face that it occurs to me that he’s stopped too.
His eyes wander over my stomach and linger on my chest before he meets my eyes again.
I wonder if he’s realizing that we’re taking this too far.
Maybe he’ll put a stop to it. He probably should. I probably should.
“I thought you were going to take a shower,” he reminds me.
It’s the perfect opportunity to put an end to whatever is happening here. I should take it. Nothing good can come of this.
“I thought you were going to join me,” I hear myself say.
I almost miss the flicker that flashes across his eyes. Before I can form my next thought, his arms are around me again, but this time he’s lifting me up off the bed and carrying me to the bathroom. When we get there, he sets me down next to the walk-in shower, then leans in and turns the handle.
He faces me again and looks me up and down, taking in the sight of me. “Why are you still wearing so many clothes?”
His voice is a deep rumble that makes me wish my clothes had the ability to spontaneously dissolve on demand. He steps close to me again. His fingertips touch my sides, sending goosebumps over my skin.
“Can I take this off?” he whispers, feeling the strap of my bra.
I don’t know what’s come over me. What started as a joke is now venturing into dangerously real territory. It already has. I’m not sure what to do about it. All I know is what I don’t want, and that’s to put a stop to it. I nod.
He reaches around my back and unhooks my bra. The straps slide over my shoulders. I let it drop to the floor. Oliver’s eyes dip down before he looks back up at me. “Is this okay?” he asks.
I nod again. His hands come up from my waist to feel my breasts, and then his fingers trail back down my abdomen to the button of my jeans.
“I want these off too,” he says. He unbuttons my pants and starts to tug them down.
“I can’t be the only one getting naked,” I tell him. I reach for his button and try to undo it but it gets stuck. He lets go of my pants to pull his own down. I step out of my pants and kick them to the side.
“Hmm. These too,” he says. He starts to push my underwear down, but his hands stop on my ass and he squeezes.
He brings his body flush with mine. I can feel how hard he is through his boxer shorts pressed against my lower belly.
I let my underwear drop the rest of the way to the floor and then he takes his off, too.
“Let’s get in before the water turns cold,” he says.
He never takes his hands off me as he follows me in.
The shower is bigger than I expect. It’s a walk-in shower that’s mostly hidden behind the bathroom wall.
There are three different shower heads; one on each side and a third in the ceiling that pours straight down like rain. At the back of the shower is a bench.
I turn around so that I can see Oliver. I only caught a glimpse before he ushered me into the shower.
He’s not shy as I look him up and down, taking in the view.
It’s not like I’ve never imagined this before, but I’m still caught off guard by how badly I want his body on mine, how I need him inside of me.
“What’s the bench for?” I ask.
His gaze darts from me to the bench behind me, and then back to me, this time with a smile. “Why don’t I show you?”
He backs me up toward it, then guides me to sit.
He leans over me and touches his lips to mine, leaning me down until I’m lying on my back and he’s straddling me.
He kisses my neck, trailing down to that ticklish spot on my collarbone, between my breasts, and lower down my abdomen until his face is between my legs.
I suck in a breath, all at once overcome by this deep pleasure that I didn’t know could be attained this way, and not knowing what to do with my hands or with my legs.
I keep my legs parted for him and rest my feet on the backs of his shoulders while he does all the work with his tongue.
I shudder out a moan and reach for something, anything, but with nothing else to grip, my hands end up in his hair.
He looks up at me, and even though I can only see his eyes, I know that he’s smiling because I can feel it.
He does something with his tongue that has me gasping.
Even though this is his first time down there, it seems like he already knows all the right things to do to get me revved up.
I’m so close, so worked up, that all I want is this release that he’s building me up to.
I’m about to beg him to let me go and put himself inside of me when he changes the way he moves his tongue just a tiny bit. It’s enough to send me over the edge.
I’ve never been a screamer, but I cry out now, all the tension releasing around his mouth.
He keeps going, holding onto my hips firmly, driving in even deeper than I thought he could, and it keeps me riding this orgasm longer than any other has ever lasted.
By the time I come down off this high, my legs are shaking. I’m not sure I can walk.
Oliver lets go of my hips and wipes his mouth, then looks at me with a drunken smile. “You taste so good,” he says.
I want to repay the favor, and I’m about to offer that when there’s a knock at the bathroom door. We look at each other and then we both turn to look toward the door.
“Dinner’s ready,” Tina calls out from behind the door.
I curse quietly. I was hungry before, but now all I want is to finish what I started with Oliver.
“And clean this room,” she says. “You left condoms all over the floor, you animals.”
I snort out a laugh. “Sounds like she bought our little ruse,” I whisper.
He smiles. “I guess we should head downstairs.”
“What about you?” I ask. “We didn’t?—”
“I’ll be fine,” he says. “There’s always later. Right?”
I nod. “Right.”