I was exactly where I should be.
This past week had been a whirlwind. Hell, the past two years had been a whirlwind. When Ethan dropped me off at my dad’s, it stung at first. I’d thought I’d go back to the girl before Dolor and the last two years wouldn’t have counted. I thought, for some God-awful reason, Ethan was the answer after everyone had taken off and abandoned me. With Ethan, I could have kept the person I grew to be and Ollie’s memory alive because Ethan was attached to Dolor. But what I never expected, after all the misfortunes, heartache, and deceit, was Ollie showing up at my dad’s doorstep.
The morning after Ethan had dropped me off, I’d heard Ollie in the kitchen talking to Dad and freaked out, jumped out of my window, and ran. Confusion and heartache was a terrible concoction, and it motivated all actions over the past week.
But Ollie stayed. And each day, he showed. For an entire week, he chipped away the black paint suffocating my heart all over again. There was something to be said about a love like that. I just didn’t know the right words. Maybe I’d ask Ollie. He’d weave words together like an epic string of notes on an electric guitar.
Not to mention that kiss.
We’d kissed before, many places, under many different circumstances, but that kiss brought me to new places and new beginnings. It was the kind of kiss that shook you awake and walked you out onto a candlelit floor under a galaxy raining warmth, euphoria, and the promises that everything would be okay.
Ollie pulled into a parking lot, the sign out front reading “Old Mill Inn.” I’d remembered seeing the old churning mill up the hill off the main road, tucked away in a mountain. I’d passed by it numerous times before. My entire focus shifted to Ollie and the way he was trying so hard to hold back. The engine cut, and he forced his eyes in front of him. “You have three seconds to tell me no before I take you up to the room, Mia.”
I started counting in my head, wondering if my seconds were shorter than his.
One.
Two.
Nope, his were shorter.
Ollie got out of the car, and I followed suit. My heart beat so hard, the vibrations hummed in my ears to the tips of my fingers. I knew what was coming. Ollie wore his emotions and needs as if it was written all over his skin.Mia. Mia. Mia. Mia.Down the lengths of his arms, chest, stomach …
“Bud, Mia. Mia, Bud,” Ollie quickly introduced as he pulled me through the already opened door, Bud, I assumed, was holding with a sparkling smile painted on his face, dressed in a blue vest, blue slacks, and gray hairs branching in all directions. Ollie climbed each step of the narrow staircase in a hurry, desire emitting from his pores like a toxic poison, and I was already infected by it.
The red door before us had chipped paint with a number three inside a small frame above the peephole. Ollie released my hand only to shove his in his pocket to withdraw a key and fumbled with the lock. His hands shook from anticipation, and the silence screamed from desperately waiting for too long. Seconds ticked by, but it seemed like forever. This was happening.
As soon as we were both inside, my back hit the door, and mouths crashed. But this kiss wasn’t hurried.
His hands slipped under my layers and over my skin.
But his hands were slow.
His heart exploded against my chest, his lips grazing neck.
But his lips weren’t rushed.
And this was what it feels like to be in love.
Warm and pining hands grabbed my face, and Ollie slid his mouth back to mine. Tongues stroked in sync, lips sucked, and his throbbing cock rubbed against my pounding heat when a chill ran down my spine, and a whimper stuck in my throat. Ollie turned desperate, hips grinding between my legs, and his palms slammed the door on both sides of me without losing our cadence.
Don’t hold back now.
And in an answered prayer, my pants were yanked down and discarded in an urgent need. Ollie’s finger swiped through my slit to find me soaked. “Please,” I begged, and he picked me up, pinned me against the wall, and wrapped my legs around his waist. Dizziness swept through me as my sex slid against his lower abs, and if he didn’t hurry, I’d come from the friction alone.
Ollie freed his hard dick, fisted it in one hand, and thrust inside me, cracking me open. His eyes slammed closed upon an exhale, and our foreheads connected before everything turned into a whimsical love song.
There was no time for skin to skin, the connection alone drove Ollie’s scattered emotions into full speed, proving with every grind that he felt safe in my arms, and I in his. Our hands linked and threaded above our heads, holding on as the length of him filled me and touched places we’ve been before, but still feeling like the first time, every time. His hips, fastened to mine, skillfully moved like he was made for this, sliding his pelvic bone against my clit. The friction turned into a pleading life-line:stay with me, Mia. Open your eyes and see me, Mia. Feel me, hear me, taste me, wake me, Mia.
Yeah, Oliver Masters was made to make love, and I was made for him.
So, I guess no one else stood a chance.
“Mia …” Ollie breathlessly hinted, and my name upon his lips pulled the climax out of me, and I nodded, clenching and shaking as he hit deeper. His mouth returned and his fingers curled around my hips to hold me down and attach himself to me. My fingers pushed through his sweaty hair as hot spurts pumped inside. And not long after, Ollie melted in my arms as our hearts begged to dance with one another, pounding inside our heaving chests.
Ollie buried his face in the crook of my neck, and we stayed there for a moment, clothes that felt like stone walls between us, but still connected and finally home.
“What just happened?”
