Chapter 46 Ollie
ollie
I couldn’t get enough of her. Holding Nova in my arms after all this time felt like coming home in a way I hadn’t realized I’d been desperate for.
The last couple of months had been the hardest of my life, an endless ache in my chest that I couldn’t shake, knowing she was here—handling everything alone.
The thought of her dealing with Scarlette, managing the holidays, and confronting her ex—it gutted me. It made the distance unbearable, the helplessness almost suffocating. When she admitted she thought I might leave her because of all this, it wasn’t shocking—it was heartbreaking.
How could she not see? Didn’t she know that there was nothing, absolutely nothing, that would make me walk away from her or Scarlette? Her doubt lit a fire in me, an even stronger determination to prove that I was here for the long haul.
When I got the call that my visa had been approved, there wasn’t a moment of hesitation. I packed my bags, booked the first flight, and crossed the ocean ready to surprise my girls.
As the plane soared over the Atlantic, I couldn’t ignore the knot of fear twisting in my stomach.
Leaving London—my parents, my childhood home, everything I’d ever known—was terrifying.
It wasn’t the physical distance; it was the enormity of starting over in a new country, stepping into an unfamiliar world, and going into a full-time coaching position.
Yet, despite the fear, there wasn’t a shred of doubt. Nova and Scarlette were my family, my heart, my entire reason for being. The life I’d known in London didn’t compare to the life I wanted with them. Moving away wasn’t a loss—it was a choice, a promise, to be there for them no matter what.
By the time I landed, the nerves were gone. All that remained was excitement, an overwhelming need to hold them, to see their faces, to remind them that I was here, and I wasn’t going anywhere.
Yet as much as I wanted to see Nova and Scarlette, there was another feeling gnawing at the edges of my excitement: fear.
Austin.
The idea of Scarlette having a connection to her biological dad—someone who had once been a part of Nova’s life—was a reality I hadn’t fully prepared myself for. What did it mean for us? For Scarlette?
Being out here, walking into the unknown, scared the hell out of me.
But the fear didn’t matter, not when I knew what was waiting for me on the other side.
Nova and Scarlette were my family, and nothing—not distance, not doubt, not even fear—was going to keep me from showing them how much I loved them.
“This way,” she murmured between kisses, sliding her hand up my chest as she pointed toward the stairs.
I followed her lead, our mouths barely separating as we made our way up. The upstairs was open and airy, with a loft-like feel that reminded me of our old house, though this one was larger.
“There are four bedrooms up here,” she said breathlessly, her voice low as she backed me toward the wall.
Before I could take in the details, she pushed me firmly against the wall, gripping my shoulders as she kissed me deeper. I couldn’t help myself—I slid my hands to her waist, lifting her up, and she wrapped her legs around me.
“This is our room,” she whispered against my lips, her voice husky.
I turned, still holding her as I stepped into the space. It was warm and inviting, with familiar touches of home—furniture from our townhouse, even the little lamp she swore she didn’t love but secretly did.
My eyes darted to the en suite bathroom as she smirked, brushing her fingers along my chest. “There’s a tub even bigger than the one in London. Two people could fit in.” She flattened her hands against my chest, and her grin widened. “Though maybe not your size, but, you know, normal-people sized.”
I chuckled, the sound rumbling in my chest as I kissed her again, sliding one hand to her thigh to pull her closer. “Is that so?” I murmured, my lips brushing against hers as I spoke.
Her laughter mingled with mine, her body melting into me as I carried her toward the bed. My hands moved on their own, tugging at her leather trousers, the material stubborn, but no match for my determination.
“Missed you so fucking much,” I growled against her mouth, sliding the trousers down her legs.
I yanked her jumper over her head, my hands roaming her bare skin, memorizing every curve, every dip. “This body . . .I’ve missed this body every day.”
She let out a soft laugh, curling her fingers into the waistband of my trousers. “You’re fully clothed.” She teased me.
That wouldn’t do.
I stripped in seconds, tossing my jumper, trousers, and boxer briefs to the floor. The cool air hit me, but the heat between us was all I felt. My cock was hard—painfully so—and the way her eyes lingered on me only made it worse.
“I’ve been fucking my hand for months,” I admitted, my voice dark with frustration and longing. “But it’s nothing like this. Nothing like you.”
She swallowed, her cheeks flushed, and desire flickered in her eyes. “Tell me what you’ve been doing,” she whispered, her voice trembling, daring.
“I fuck my hand on the phone, but it’s nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you tonight.” I paused. “Tell me what you’ve been doing, love.”
Her breath hitched as she slid her hand between her thighs. “I touch myself,” she murmured. “Starting with my clit.”
“Fuck,” I groaned, gripping her hips as I watched her.
She was so goddamn perfect, her body arching slightly as her fingers moved. My mouth found her breast, my tongue circling her nipple as my need for her threatened to consume me.
“Keep going,” I rasped, my voice raw as I kissed my way back to her lips. “Let me see how much you’ve missed me.”
Her eyes locked onto mine, her pupils blown wide with lust, and a wicked smirk tugged at her lips. “I’ve thought about this every night. Every time I touched myself, it was you I wanted. Your cock inside me, stretching me, filling me the way only you can.”
I moved to her other breast, sucking her nipple into my mouth as my tongue swirled around the hardened peak.
“God, I missed these,” I groaned, cupping her breasts and kneading the soft flesh.
“I’d lie there,” she continued. “My fingers would start slow, circling my clit, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed you. Your tongue, your fingers, your cock. I needed the way you ruin me.”
I continued to tease her nipple, taking it fully into my mouth and pulling.
“You’re going to make me mindless with need,” I growled.
“Good, because I want you wild. I want you to lose control. I want you to fuck me like you can’t get enough.”
She pressed closer, murmuring against my lips as her hands slid down my back. “I’ve missed you so much. I want you to make me scream. I want you to show me how much you’ve missed me.”
I pulled back, my breath ragged, my heart pounding. “You want that, love?” I rasped, my voice thick with hunger. “You want me to remind you who you belong to?”
“Yes,” she breathed, her eyes half lidded, her lips parted.
“Tell me. Who do you belong to?”
“Mmm,” she groaned in response.
“Use your words. Who. Do You. Belong. To?”
“You, Daddy. All yours.”
That’s right. That’s my good girl.
“Good,” I growled, grabbing her by the waist and flipping us around.
In one fluid motion, I was on my back, pushed up against the headboard with her straddling me.
I gripped her hips, pulling her closer, positioning her exactly how I wanted. “Let’s test out the soundproof rooms.”
Her cheeks flushed, but the boldness in her gaze didn’t waver. She rolled her hips against me, teasing, testing, and it took every ounce of restraint I had not to lose control right then and there.
She moved over me, and as she slid down onto me, I groaned, my head hitting the headboard.
She gripped the top of the headboard for balance as she started to move, her body sliding up and down in a rhythm that was pure torture and bliss.
The sight of her—her flushed cheeks and the way her hair clung to her damp skin—was enough to unravel me.
“Fuck,” I groaned as I let myself feel every inch of her. “You’re so fucking tight, love.”
Her tits were right there, perfect and soft, and I leaned forward to capture one in my mouth. I flicked my tongue over her nipple before I sucked hard, earning a desperate moan from her.
“That’s it, Mommy,” I muttered against her skin, my hands guiding her hips as she rode me harder. “You take Daddy so well.”
Her body clenched around me, driving me wild as she moved faster, her moans filling the room.
“I missed you so much,” she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“I missed you so much that I’m going to fill you up, make sure you’re mine. All mine.”
Her pace quickened, her hands moving back to the headboard for support as I met her thrusts, pounding into her. Her body was perfect, every bounce of her tits hypnotizing me, and I took advantage, sucking one nipple, then the other, leaving her trembling.
“You love this, don’t you, Mommy?” I groaned.
“Yes,” she cried, her voice strained. “I love it. I love you.”
“Good,” I growled, my thrusts growing harder, deeper, my hands gripping her waist. “Because I’m going to fill you up, love. You’re going to take all of me, every last drop.”
Her body gripped me like a vise, her cries turning into desperate, breathless gasps as she shattered around me, her pleasure cascading through every inch of her. The way she tightened, pulsing around my cock, pushed me past the brink.
With a deep, guttural groan, I drove into her one last time, sinking as far as I could go, claiming every inch of her. The heat of her walls squeezed me, milking every drop as my release surged forward, hot and thick, spilling deep inside her.
“Take all of Daddy’s cum. You feel how full you are? That’s mine.”