I growl and deepen the kiss as I push her backward until I have her pinned against the wall. My straining cock presses against the softness of her stomach and I crush my chest against her tits.
The things I want to do to this woman… I want to spin her around, bend her over, and fuck her with my tongue until she’s gushing over my face. Or have her legs wrapped around my waist as I plunge my cock into her sweet pussy over and over until she’s screaming my name. So many possibilities, but I can’t do any of them here.
No, she deserves so much more than a quick fuck against the side of a warehouse. She deserves for me to take my time, to worship every inch of her beautiful body and make her come several times before I even think about fucking her. Especially with my size. Last thing I want is to hurt her.
“I didn’t leave you two out here so you could suck each other’s fucking faces,” Rhys snarls, causing Ollie to gasp and rip her mouth from mine.
We both turn our heads to find Rhys and Theo standing next to the front door to the cottage. Rhys’s face is red with rage, his amber eyes molten with fury as he glares at me. I expect Theo to have the same expression, but he doesn’t. He looks thoughtful and if anything, that’sworse, because I know exactly what he’s thinking. He thinks he can convince us to share Ollie just like we did with Willow.
Not a fucking chance.
Ollie pushes at my shoulder, her eyes wide with panic. Her lips are swollen and her face is flushed from our kiss. Honestly, it’s a good look on her and I can’t wait to see what she looks like after I make her come. She shoves at my shoulder again, and I sigh as I take a reluctant step back.
“Just because you’re jealous doesn’t mean you have to be a prick about it,” I snap at Rhys as I scowl at him. I swear if him being a massive wanker sets me back with Ollie, my fist will become well acquainted with his stupid face.
“I’m not jealous,” he scoffs. “Just pissed that I ordered you to keep a lookout in case any infected or the Scourge ambushed us. You do realise we’re not far from their base camp, right?”
Yeah, sure. Keep telling yourself that. I see the way his eyes keep flicking to Ollie and her flushed face and kiss-swollen lips. He’s practically green with envy.
I smirk at him.Yeah, asshole. I did that, not you.
His jaw clenches, and his eyes flash with anger. “Let’s get moving. I want us to get another two miles in before the sun goes down.” His gaze lingers on Ollie for a moment longer before he turns and stalks away.
Theo blows out a breath and shakes his head. “You couldn’t have waited?”
My eyes narrow at him. “Wait for what? We both know that’s not happening again.” No way am I sharing Ollie. She’s mine andonlymine.
“What’s not happening again?” the woman in question asks as she glances between me and Theo in confusion.
“Don’t worry about it,” I tell her before Theo can open his big mouth and ruin this for me. “We should move before Rhys turns around and tears us all new assholes for not following him fast enough.”
I can see the suspicion in Ollie’s eyes as she narrows them at me, but I ignore her. I grab Bean’s reins and lead the mare to her. As Ollie mounts the mare, I place a hand on her knee to stop her from moving the horse on.
“Don’t worry about what they think, sweetheart,” I say softly as I look up at her with pleading eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with what we did, no matter what that prick thinks.”
Indecision wars in her eyes as she bites her lip and gives me a reluctant nod. Squeezing her knee in what I hope is a reassuring gesture, I let my hand drop and step away from her. She nudges Bean on and I fall in step beside the mare and Harlow while silently cursing Rhys and Theo for interrupting.
I can already feel her slipping away from me again and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. All I can hope is that she eventually finds her way back to me.
Revelations in Darkness
Olivia
What the hell wasI thinking?
No matter how many times I ask myself, I can’t answer it. Because I wasn’t. Alex’s expression when he told me about his father—filled with sorrow, horror and sickening acceptance—was so heartbreaking that I had to comfort him. So I kissed him.
Ineverwant to see that expression on his face again.
But none of that explains why—instead of pulling back as soon as I’d wiped that look from his face—I continued to kiss him. Hell, I didn’t just kiss him; I pressed my entire body against his like I couldn’t get close enough. And fuck did he feel amazing against me, all hardmuscle and blazing heat. He made me feel small and delicate, yet safe all at the same time.
I shudder at the memory and my clit pulses like the needy bitch she is. But no matter how much she or I want that to happen again, it can’t. Just the memory of Rhys’s rage and disgust when he saw us is enough to douse my desire. I don’t know why he was so pissed off to catch us kissing, but I have this sick feeling that it’s because he knows I’m not good enough.
Did Ethan tell them something? Is that why Rhys is so disgusted with the idea of me and Alex being together? I know Ethan talked to them while I was getting Bean ready, but they were too far away for me to hear what they were saying.
Oh God. Did he tell them just how broken I truly am? How he no longer wanted me because he couldn’t deal with my issues anymore? How my ‘broken cunt’ wasn’t worth anything but a quick fuck and my scars were ugly as hell?
My stomach roils with nausea at the thought, and I curl into a ball in my sleeping bag. He wasn’t the last man to think that.
