by Alex Grayson
“Can I drag you away from Z-man long enough to tear up the dance floor?” he asks.
“I think that can be arranged.” She loops her arm through his. “You ready?” Her gaze swings back to mine.
“Actually.” I hesitate, my eyes doing a quick sweep of her body. She’s not dressed up by any means, but she looks a hell of a lot better than I do. Leggings and a sweater might be okay for dinner, but definitely not for drinks and dancing afterward—especially if Oliver’s going to be there. I’m not really sure why I care that much, as he’s seen me in a lot worse, but for some reason I do. “Can you give me a minute to put something else on?”
“Why? You look great?”
“I look like I’ve been lounging on the couch all day,” I tell her knowingly.
“Fine,” she grumbles through a smile. “But make it quick. Z and Oliver are probably already at the restaurant.”
“You can’t spring this on me last minute and still expect to get there on time. That’s your own fault.” I point my finger at her as I slide past her, heading to my room.
I quickly change into dark skinny jeans, black heels, and a form fitting long sleeve black shirt with tears down the sleeves. It’s cute and stylish but also comfortable. At least this way I don’t feel like a total bum.
Less than five minutes later, I re-enter the room to find Pierce and Rylee laughing in the kitchen.
“What are you two doing in here?” I ask, peeking my head around the corner.
“Pierce decided he was going to starve and decided to have a snack,” Rylee explains.
“And that’s funny why?” I ask, covering my mouth when Pierce turns to face me. He gives me a wide smile, revealing two hot dogs instead of teeth.
“There’s something not right with you,” I tell him, shaking my head.
He pulls the hot dogs out of his mouth, shoves one back in, and starts to chew.
“Says the girl who’s dating Oliver Conley.” He purposely pokes fun, just trying to get under my skin. “Some might argue there’s something not right with you.”
“And they’d probably be right.” I shrug. Hell, sometimes I think I’ve lost my ever-loving mind. I still don’t know how it happened. Not really anyway.
One minute we were on opposite ends of the battlefield preparing for war, and the next we were fighting on the same side. It all happened so fast I honestly don’t think I’ve completely wrapped my head around it.
There are times when I think I must be going through some sort of mental breakdown. But then there are times, especially when he looks at me a certain way or smiles, that I feel like I’ve never seen things more clearly.
And then there are my parents, who absolutely loved him. I didn’t really know what to expect when I brought him home last week, but I was pleasantly surprised by the whole ordeal. He was polite, well-spoken, helpful. By the time he left, I think even my mom had a little crush on him. Not that I can blame her. He really was the perfect gentleman…. If only they knew.
“We should get going,” Rylee speaks up, elbowing Pierce, as he shoves the second hot dog into his mouth with a big, cheeky grin.
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“You feeling okay?” Oliver slides up next to me at the table where I’m currently nursing my second drink of the night.
“Yeah, I’m good.” I smile.
Truth be told, I’ve been feeling quite sick since dinner, but not wanting to draw any attention to myself, I made it a point not to go to the bathroom.
“You sure?” He quirks a brow, not seeming so sure.
“Yeah.” I point to where Rylee and Pierce are dancing. “Those two are quite the pair. I’m surprised Zayden lets her dance like that with another dude.”
“If it was anyone else, he’d likely have his head in a vice, choking the life from him.” He chuckles. “Come on.” He pushes away from the table and extends a hand to me.
I look down at it like he’s crazy.
“Dance with me,” he requests, the look on his face so freaking cute I have no idea how I could possibly refuse, even though dancing is the last thing I feel like doing right now.
The bar is packed. There are people crammed from one wall to the other. There’s barely room to move, let alone dance, yet, they’re still making it work.
“I don’t know.” I take a sip of my drink.
“Oh, come on, Savannah.” He takes my arm and tugs me to my feet—not really giving me much choice in the matter.
I reluctantly go with him, nodding to Rylee when we slide up next to them on the dance floor. The band has spent the entire evening playing all the hits. The ones that you can’t help but sing along to.
“Oh, we’re halfway there,” Oliver sings the words to Bon Jovi’s ‘Livin on a Prayer’ as he pulls me into his arms. His hips sway effortlessly against mine, and before long, I forget about the sour feeling in my stomach and concentrate on the man in front of me.
He’s got moves—I’ll give him that. Then again, I’m learning there’s very little that Oliver isn’t good at.
He steps back, spinning me under his arm before pulling me back into his chest. I drop my head back on a laugh. Oliver has this innate ability to pull me out of my head and force me to enjoy myself. I both love and hate that about him.
Eventually, the song ends and another one begins. If I had hoped that I could satisfy him with one dance, I was wrong. Especially when a slow song replaces the heavy beat and several people exit the dance floor, leaving only couples out on the shiny tiled floor. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Zayden cut in on Rylee and Pierce’s dance. Pierce steps back, bows his head like he’s straight out of the eighteen hundreds, and saunters off toward our table.
“This is nice.” Oliver nuzzles his face in my neck and breathes in deeply. “Fuck, you smell good. As much as I’m enjoying this, I think I might want to get out of here soon.”
“And why’s that?” I smile around the words, already knowing the answer.
He pulls back, meeting my gaze. “I think you know why.” A mischievous grin tugs at his lips.
Before I can say anything, Pierce reappears, tapping on Oliver’s shoulder. “Can I cut in?” he asks.
I have to bite back a laugh, because the look Oliver gives him says he’s seconds away from tearing his face off. But to my surprise, he releases his hold on me. Pressing a kiss to my lips, he steps back, giving Pierce room to slide in and take my hand.
“One wrong move and I’ll stomp your ass into the ground,” he warns Pierce, who seems completely unaffected by the threat.
With another quick glance in my direction, he turns and walks away, leaving me and Pierce alone.
“He’s intense,” Pierce says as soon as he’s out of earshot.
“Ya think?” I snort.
“You know,” he pulls me in closer, “when Rylee first told me about you two, I couldn’t see it. But now, I don’t know, I get it.”
“What do you mean you get it?” I question, our faces lingering a few inches apart.
“Oliver’s a prick. He always has been. If I didn’t have such a crush on him in school, I probably would have hated the ground he walked on.”
“Wait.” My eyes go wide. “You had a crush on Oliver?”
I’m aware Pierce is bi, and so Rylee says Pierce doesn’t care what anatomy they have—he’s attracted to the person. But for some reason, it never occurred to me that Oliver might have been one of those people.
“Um, hello. Am I blind?” He laughs. “I mean sure, I thought he was a self-serving, conceited asshat, but that doesn’t mean I couldn’t appreciate the pretty package he came in. Still do.” His smile widens.
“Did you ever tell him?” I ask for the hell of it. I already know he probably didn’t.
“Do I look like I have a death wish.” We laugh in unison. “Anyway, he’s always been hot. But his personality kind of left a little to be desired. But tonight, I don’t know, he seems different.”
“Different how?”
“Well, h
e hasn’t taken his eyes off of you all night for starters. The Oliver I knew before treated and discarded women like chewing gum. He’d pop a piece in, give it a taste, and spit it out as soon as it lost its flavor. But with you…. Let’s just say that doesn’t appear to be the case.” He pauses. “So, I’ll refer to my previous statement. I get it. I didn’t before. But seeing you two together has changed my mind.”
“Thanks, I think.” I crinkle my forehead, not really sure what to say.
“You really like him, don’t you?” he guesses.
“God help me, I don’t even know why.” I give a defeated sigh.
“Sometimes it’s hard to pinpoint why we feel a certain way. But when the chemistry is there, you simply can’t deny it. My advice? Enjoy the ride. If you waste too much time questioning why or how, you end up missing out.”
“I guess.” I think over his words. “What about you? You seeing anyone?”
“Me?” He shakes his head. “Nah. College is all about experimenting, playing the field. I don’t want anything serious. I’m having too much damn fun. But, I will say, that if the right person came along, I wouldn’t turn them away. For now I’m living in the moment.”
“Okay, times up.” Oliver’s deep voice washes over me from behind, causing goosebumps to scatter across my skin. Seconds later, he appears next to me.
“Well, he let us go longer than I thought he would.” Pierce winks before releasing his hold on me. “She’s all yours,” he tells Oliver, who steps in to take his place. “I’ve got my eye on a pretty redhead by the stage. I’ll catch you two later.” With that, he takes off, disappearing into the crowd of people.
“I hope you enjoyed that.” Oliver tugs me in closer, his hands sliding over the top of my ass cheeks. “Because it’s never happening again.” He runs his nose along the side of my throat.
“Why’s that?” I smile, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Because you’re mine, Savannah Reynolds. And in case I didn’t mention it before, I do not share what’s mine.” He straightens his posture, his intense gaze burning into mine.
“Noted.” I grin. “But for the record, I hardly think me dancing with Pierce is sharing.”
“He’s got a dick, doesn’t he?”
“Um, I would assume so. Though I’ve never asked him to verify.”
“Ha. Ha,” he mocks me. “You think you’re so funny.” He leans in so close that our noses are touching. Despite the upbeat song now blaring from the stage, we’re still swaying slowly side to side.
“No, I know I am.” I stick my tongue out playfully.
“Keep that up, and I’ll have your ass over my shoulder in two seconds flat.”
“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?”
“Because if you’re going to have that tongue out of your mouth, then it might as well be on my cock.”
“Do you always have to be so dirty?” I ask, trying to act unaffected by his words. Truth be told, the instant they left his lips, my entire body flushed with heat.
I don’t know how he does it. Normally, I’m repulsed when someone talks like that. But with Oliver, it’s the sexiest thing ever.
“Don’t pretend like you don’t like it.” He presses his mouth to mine, tracing his tongue along the seam of my lips. I immediately open for him, moaning when he kisses me slow and deep without a single care of who might be watching. “That’s what I thought,” he murmurs as he pulls away, clearly seeing the effect he has on me.
“Shush.” I grin, going in for another kiss, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth before dragging my teeth gently over it.
“Fuuccckkk,” he groans. “You keep doing that, and I’m going to fuck you right here.”
“I think they might have us arrested,” I point out on a giggle.
“Maybe….” He gets that mischievous look in his eyes again. “But I have another idea.” With that, he steps back and snags my hand, tugging me through the crowd toward the back of the room.
“Oliver… what the—?” I holler over the loud music as he squeezes by several people lining the hallway waiting for the bathroom before he shoves his way out the back door.
The instant the door closes behind us, it’s like entering a whole other world. It’s so dark I can barely see anything, and eerily quiet too. In fact, other than the muffled noise of the music from the bar, I don’t hear anything.
I glance around, realizing we’re in a back alley of sorts. The bar resides in a strip mall sitting smack dab in the middle of four other establishments. There’s another strip of stores behind it, so essentially we’re sandwiched into the roughly ten feet of space that separates the backs of the buildings.
“What are we doing out here?” I ask.
“What do you think we’re doing?” Oliver backs me into the door, his fingers sliding inside the waistband of my pants.
“Oliver.” I gasp when he tugs my pants and panties down to the middle of my thighs.
“Shhh.” His hand slides between my legs where I’m already so wet you’d think he’d been touching me for a few minutes rather than a few short seconds.
“Oliver,” I groan when he slips one finger inside, quickly followed by a second.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good.” He pants, his hand working faster.
“Oliver,” I object again, my hands going to his shoulders in an effort to stabilize myself. I feel like my legs are going to give out beneath me at any moment. “We cannot have sex out here,” I tell him.
“Why the fuck not?” He removes his fingers, and with quick work, slides open the front of his pants.
I look both ways down the dark alley. “Because anyone could walk out and see us,” I tell him.
“No one is going to come out here. And if they do, they won’t be able to see us,” he reassures me. “Now turn around.”
“What?” I gape at him.
“Turn around.” He grabs my biceps and forces me in the opposite direction. Pressing on my shoulders, he leans me over, and I feel the warmth of him settle behind me. “Are you on birth control?” he asks.
“What?”
“Birth control. Are you on it?”
“Yes, but….” Before I can get another word out, Oliver slides inside of me so hard and fast that the action nearly knocks the wind right out of me.
21
OLIVER
Fisting my hands in her thick blonde hair, I rock my hips so my cock slides deeper into her warm mouth. Groaning, I drop my chin to my chest and open my eyes.
“Fuck, woman. You look sexy as hell down on your knees with my dick in your mouth.”
She hums and the vibration sends shock waves up my spine. I hiss and tighten my grip on her hair. With a steady glide and a twinkle in her eye, she slips more of my length into her mouth until the head hits the back of her throat. My knees damn near buckle when she keeps going, deep throating my shaft. The tightness of her throat and the warmth of her mouth is too fucking much.
“Shit,” I groan gutturally. “I’m gonna come, baby.”
Tingles lick up my spine and my balls draw up. She doesn’t move away, but instead works me over faster, deeper.
“Sava—”
A loud banging has me jerking awake.
Opening my eyes, my vision is filled with pretty blonde hair. I bury my face in the thick mass and take in a long lungful of air. Flexing my hips, my hard cock is met with the plump softness of Savannah’s amazing ass.
“Mmm….” she moans, pressing back against me. “Feels like someone is happy to see me this morning.”
I slip my hand under her shirt and palm her tit. “He’s always happy to see you.” I tweak her nipple. “Especially when I have dreams like the one I was just having.”
“You were dreaming about me?” I hear the smile in her voice.
“Yeah. A really hot dream.”
We’re in my dorm room and the beds are tiny as fuck. Savannah carefully maneuvers around so she’s laying on her back. Her eyes are lit with interest.
“What was I doing?”
Before I get a chance to answer by suggesting we reenact the dream, there’s another loud bang on the door, reminding me of what woke me up in the first place.
I shoot the door a glare, wishing the person on the other side to hell. With a grumble, I get up from the bed. Behind me, clothes ruffle as Savannah slips on her panties and jeans.
I glance at her over my shoulder. “Those come back off once I get rid of whoever this asshole is.”
With a smirk, she snatches up the t-shirt I was wearing last night from the floor and slips it over her head. It falls to her knees and looks really fucking good on her. I’m sliding my jeans up my legs when the knocking comes again.
“Hold your fucking horses,” I holler, and yank open the door at the same time.
At first, I’m shocked at the woman in the hallway who is staring back at me. Then anger takes hold. My teeth clench together, but I manage to grit out, “Why the hell are you here?”
What’s up with my parents showing up for unannounced visits lately?
My mother’s brows jump up in surprise at my outburst, but the look quickly fades into irritation.
“Can you not curse in front of me, Oliver?”
“No, I fucking can’t. Now answer my question. Why are you here?”
My mother looks down at her hands clasped in front of her. When she lifts her head, her expression is filled with remorse. A few months ago, I would have fallen for her crap. I would have pulled her into my arms and comforted her. I would have done anything to make her feel better.
But the wool has been lifted from my eyes, and I see past the phony expression. She was damn good at using my love for her to her advantage.
That shit stops now.
“Your games no longer work with me, Mother. So you can wipe that fake-assed look off your face.”
Her lips tighten, causing little lines to form around her mouth. “Why are you being so mean to me?”
“Probably because I see you for what you are now, and I really don’t like it. Using your son, cheating on your husband, lying to your family to make you look like the victim. Should I go on?” When she doesn’t answer, I again ask, “Why are you here? And who the hell is the guy standing behind you?”
