His focus trailed down, following the lead of his fingers as they lustfully explored my curves over the cotton dress I was wearing, and I stifled a moan. When his hands met the tender skin of my bare thighs, his green orbs darkened. I could feel his chest rise and fall with mine. He didn’t seem to care that we weren’t alone and in a very public area, and neither did I.
I wanted it.
I wanted him.
I swallowed hard under his intense gaze, and felt his hand run up under the skirt of my dress. Never. I never would have expected him to be so bold.
Desire pulsed through me. Craving the friction I pressed my pelvis against him and his thumb grazed the inside of my underwear. Heat flooded through me, and when a soft whimper escaped me, a smug smile spread across his face. His greedy hand cupped my ass and pulled me flush against him. I could feel his erection grow as the friction between our bodies increased.
“So fucking sweet,” he murmured.
I tried to maintain my gaze on him, but it was too hard to keep any kind of focus, so I shut my eyes.
“Abbygail,” he mumbled, biting my jaw.
My response was a low moan, and he pushed two of his fingers inside me.
“I’ll be glad to give into my cravings,” he pulled away from me, “when I know that this will mean more to you than just another fuck.”
What the hell?
“And just so we’re clear, Angel, I’m not going to stop looking after you. Ever. So deal with it.”
Disappointment flooded me as he left me panting, without looking back.
***
I watched Tyler from the corner of my eye. I had put him through so much pain, I still had trouble understanding how our relationship could still be as strong as it was.
“Just as long as you know that the rule applies both ways.” I winked.
“So you and Ol, are you going to work things out?” he asked grabbing his phone from his pocket.
I raised my shoulders. “Are you and Strawberry-Shortcake going to see each other again?”
A soft laugh escaped him and he looked at me with his piercing green eyes. “Why do you call her Strawberry-Shortcake?”
I shrugged, a little ashamed by my reactions.
“So, my little Angel really is a little jealous, isn’t she?”
“She seems sweet.” I avoided responding to his question.
Emma really was a nice girl. She seemed very interested in our friendship and our history. She said that because her parents were in the military and that they got transferred a lot, she never stuck around long enough at the same school to make really good friends.
At some point during the evening she, Laney, and I started talking about Lyvia and I told her that if she really wanted to decorate our baby’s room, I would gladly pay her for the work. I mentioned that pink and yellow were two colors that I didn’t want in her room, and that other than that, she could do pretty much anything she wanted. She was ecstatic.
In the end, I realized that she really did fit well in our group, but it was still weird to see Tyler socialize with another woman during dinner, especially in a place where he and I shared so many memories together. And even though I knew that deep down it didn’t make any sense, at some point I surprised myself by getting a little jealous of the many glances they kept throwing at each other. It was difficult to understand my feelings, never mind trying to explain them.
“I’m happy that you think so, because I think I might ask her out.”
“Oh.” I exclaimed. “Okay. Well, um––just make sure she knows that if she hurts you in any way I’ll kick her ass all the way to the UK.”
A soft chortle surprised us both from behind and I turned to see Oliver standing near the entrance door with the sexiest grin ever. I waved to him shyly and looked at Tyler. “You just texted him didn’t you?”
“Angel,” he whispered kissing my temple. I felt a long controlled exhale against my skin. “Thank you for loving me too.”
He hopped off the table and headed back inside, leaving me alone with Oliver.
“Hey.” I said. I was still a little confused with what Tyler had just said.
“Hey,” he whispered stepping close to me. He pushed my knees apart and bent down on his knees to face me. “Was I interrupting something?”
I shook my head. “This place holds a lot of our history. I think coming here caught us both off guard, and brought up more emotions than we thought it would. I’m sorry.”
“What for? For having a past? For having good memories? Come on now, Abby…I’m not going to hold your past relationships against you. Tyler loved you.”
I smiled. “Thank you.”
He tenderly took my face between his hands and looked into my eyes. “Are you getting tired?”
I reached out to the back of his neck, and pulled him closer to me. “Just tired of being with other people.”
He grinned and kissed my lips sweetly. “So, I was thinking that maybe we could head back to my apartment for tonight instead of riding back to Carrington.”
“Really? And what did you have in mind?” I tempted.
A wicked smile spread across his handsome face as he pulled away. “I don’t know, beautiful, I was kind of looking forward to continuing that thing you started at the gym a few hours ago. But if you want to go back home to Carrington, that’s fine with me too.”
I kissed him. As long as we were together, I really didn’t care where we would be spending the night.
Chapter 31
Oliver
“You know,” Abby said as we climbed the stairs up to my apartment, “I kind of have a hard time believing you live in a place like this.”
My brows furrowed together. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I don’t know, it just doesn’t fit you. Plus what do you do with Freckles? Poor thing has absolutely no space to move.”
Having her fussing over Freckles made me smile, especially since she wasn’t a pet person at all. “Living here just makes it easier for me to go to work. I’ve been doing the same as I used to do in B.C, I take her out for a run in the morning and then a long walk after work. I don’t think she minds that much.”
“Well I do.” She put her hands on her hips as if she wanted to lecture me. I retained my laugh as best I could and put my key in the lock. We both smiled hearing my dog rush to the door, and as soon as I opened up, she darted towards Abby who was already on the floor greeting her. “Oh my God, Oliver. Why is she so fat?”
I opened my mouth in shock. “My dog is not fat.”
“She is,” she answered with a mean glare. “She’s probably stuffing her face because she misses her home so much and you’re leaving here alone all the time.” She paused thoughtfully. “I can’t believe I didn’t think about this before…God I suck.”
“Abby––”
“You’re not leaving her here on her own anymore. I want you to leave her at my house from now on.”
“You want me to leave my dog at your house?” I questioned. I had to admit that it was a better idea than having her alone in my condo all day, but surely Abby knew that having Freckles living with her in Carrington had a lot more implications than she thought?
Or maybe I’m just seeing more into this than she is?
“Yes.”
“You do understand that Laney takes care of Freckles when I’m not around, right?”
“I don’t care,” she retorted. “She’s going to live at home from now on.”
Her eyes grew wide. My guess was that she’d just realized what she said.
“Um…”
“How about we talk about this, another day?” I replied, smiling at her shocked reaction. “I still need to take her out for a walk. Do you want to come with me?”
“Actually, would you mind if I stayed? My feet are killing me.”
“I wish you would’ve just told me you were getting tired, Abs. We could’ve just come back here a lot earlier.”
She shrugged. “You lo
oked like you were having fun.”
“I was.” I stretched out to take her in my arms for a hug. “But I also couldn’t stop thinking about the one way we could’ve been having fun here together.”
“Just one?” she asked, raising her eyebrow at me. She put her hands around my neck and leaned in to lick my lips. Her playfulness was killing me. The problem was that Freckles was uncontrollably pacing at the door, waiting for me to take her out. Abby’s lascivious lips left mine and trailed up my jaw. She yearningly pulled on my hair to whisper in my ear. “Because I can think of so many ways we could exploit our alone time.”
A low growl escaped me. “Oh trust me, beautiful, I’ll most definitely be using our secluded time to my advantage.”
Her fingers trailed up my shirt and she smiled seductively. Swallowing my deep moans, she took my mouth into another feverish kiss.
“Fuck” I grumbled after Freckle’s loud bark. She was informing me that she had waited for me long enough. “And that’s my cue to stop.”
Abby laughed out loud and pulled away. “You wouldn’t have needed to take her for a walk if you had a backyard.”
“Don’t remind me.” I kissed the top of her head. “Make yourself at home and snoop around. I’ll be back in about twenty minutes.”
***
The shower was running when I came back from my walk with Freckles. We ended up not staying out very long. Just as we were about to make it around the corner she stopped walking and pulled on her leash. It was her way of letting me know that she was done and it was time to go back inside. While I was out, Laney texted to let me know that she would be heading back to Carrington with Stephan and Tyler, so that Abby and I could have the apartment to ourselves. It would be lying to say that I wasn’t happy about it, but I also knew things could go both ways. Abby still had huge trust issues, and although we were in a good place and that she was in a playful mood, I also knew that things could shift way too easily.
I was standing by my dresser in a simple pair of black cotton P.J’s when Abbygail walked in, shutting the door behind her. Her long combed hair was still wet from the shower and she was wearing my old football jersey. The simple sight of her made my dick twitch. I couldn’t take my eyes away from her.
“I hope you don’t mind,” she whispered shyly. “It was just sitting on your dryer and I figured––”
Her voice faltered with my low groan, and she rewarded me with the most beautiful smile.
Fuck.
Mesmerized by her beauty, I was unable to articulate a logical answer. Seeing her dressed in my jersey reminded me of how it felt when she wore it at every game. It felt the same way it did when she went to bed wrapped up into one of my t-shirts. It felt like she belonged to me.
She anxiously chewed on her bottom lip. “Are you going to say something or just stand there gawking at me?”
I took a step closer to her and pulled on her bottom lip with my thumb, releasing it from her teeth. “Am I making you nervous?”
She licked her reddened lips and nodded. Her chest was rising and falling at an uncontrollable pace and when I looked up into her eyes she was staring at my mouth. I knew what she wanted and smiled.
“Every game…”
I swiftly put my lips to hers and she groaned as I moved away. I took a step behind her and pulled her hair to the side.
“Every night.”
I kissed and licked the curve of her neck.
“My shirt covering your body…” My voice sounded raspy and she shivered as I murmured in her ear. I pulled her back against me and I let my hands trail down her body until my fingers met the inside of her warm thighs. “I fucking love it, Abbygail.”
She rolled her head to the side searching for my lips, and I muffled her soft whimpers as my fingers teased her swollen clit.
“Raise your arms,” I ordered huskily against her jaw. She had no idea how desperate I was to see her naked body. I grabbed the hem of her shirt and slowly stripped it off her back. Stepping away, I circled her until we were face-to-face. I took a moment to admire the gorgeous woman standing in front of me and I inhaled sharply at her beauty.
Her body–– I did this––I own every inch of those curves.
“Oliver––” I could tell that she was uneasy with her figure.
“Do you know how beautiful you are, Abbygail Evens?”
She shook her head in response and it made me angry. Without taking my eyes away from hers, I kneeled down in front of her and kissed every inch of her bare stomach. I watched her chest rise and fall with every breath. Her plump swollen breasts and hardened nipples were just begging to be touched, but I wouldn’t answer to her needs until she smiled.
When her face finally lit up into that smile that I adored, and her unsure eyes turned into my deep shade of sapphire blue, I caressed my way up, licking and suckling on her skin until I met her lips, and then I kissed her with the passion of every word I knew I couldn’t say.
Desirous whimpers escaped her throat as my hands gripped her ass and pulled her against me. The light touches of her hands on my body were driving me insane. I picked her up and laid her down on my bed. As she tried to remove my pants, I pulled her hands up over her head and ordered her not to move. She smiled when I rid myself of my P.J’s and threw them somewhere. With hungry eyes, she eyed my full blown erection and I knew she was trying very hard not to move. My heart raced at the thought of making her body hum, and the thought of her crying out my name made my dick grow even harder.
Taking all the time that I had, I kissed my way down. Every touch was an alternation of hands, teeth, and tongue. Her lustful eyes met mine as my hands massaged their way up her calves and pulled her thighs apart. She impatiently lifted her lower body as I pushed two fingers inside her and lapped at her sensitive skin. Grinding against my tongue, her soft moans became cries of pleasure.
“Oliver, please,” she begged.
Her sweet taste and the sound of her loud cries were driving me insane. I couldn’t take it anymore. My dick was hard and begging to be inside her. She pulled on my hair until I was high enough to meet her adoring lazy smile. The sight of her flushed cheeks made me grin.
“Abby?”
“Oliver?”
I tilted her head upwards in order to read her eyes.
“What color are they?” she asked.
I could feel her heart beating against my chest. I could hear the gazillion questions that she would never ask going through her mind. “Blue.”
“What kind of blue?”
Her sapphire eyes were filled with need and lust, but there was something else there. Something I hadn’t seen in a long time. In fact, the last time I could remember seeing that look in her eyes was the night I kissed her in the girl’s locker room at homecoming six years before.
“My blue.”
Her arms stretched out around my neck and she pulled my head down until my lips met hers. I pushed inside her. Every groan was muffled with the delicate caress of her tongue against mine. Her body felt entirely different, but even better than I remembered.
I could feel her tightening around my dick. She was going to come again. I took my time and worshipped every inch of her beautiful curves.
Curves that I put there.
She was mine.
I would never let her go again.
Chapter 32
Oliver
Waking up with Abby by my side was the best feeling in the world. We spent the entire weekend in bed together wrapped up into each others' embrace. When she wasn’t sleeping, I would spend hours exploring every inch of her perfect body, touching and kissing her, until she cried out my name.
“Beautiful?” I whispered.
Her head was comfortably resting on my chest while I played with her soft silky hair. To be honest though, I was convinced she was dozing off again.
“Yeah?” she mumbled lazily.
“Were you sleeping?”
“No,” she replied with a hint of a smile. Her fingers l
ightly traced the lines of my tattoos and I was already losing my train of thought.
“Remember that Millie girl? She sat in the back of the class you gave on my first day.”
“Mmm hum.” Her hands ran lower and I could feel the goosebumps on my skin rise. She smiled against my torso and lifted her head to look at me. “You’re insatiable, Mr. Langton.”
I chuckled. “I could say the same about you.”
“You could, but it’s not my fault, your body is too hot and I can’t resist it.”
“I’m glad you think so,” I answered grinning.
She lifted herself up to straddle me. Even though she hadn’t really touched me yet, my body was already reacting to hers.
“Down boy,” she teased. “I’ve got to go pee.”
Abbygail
“So tell me,” I asked stepping back inside Oliver’s room. He was leaning on the bedframe with one hand above his head and the other one was holding the remote. The bedsheet covered just enough of his body to make me groan again. He was right, I was insatiable.
His grin made me lose complete focus.
“Stop it,” I complained.
“Stop what?”
“This. Your smile.”
“You want me to stop smiling?”
“Yes––no.”
He cocked his head to the side and raised his eyebrow at me.
“Stop looking at me like I’m your next meal.”
Fuck he’s hot!
I coughed and started to put his sweatpants and my t-shirt back on. I needed to eat, and wash, and do whatever else people did when they weren’t having sex.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Getting dressed. You should think about doing the same.”
“Nah. I like having you naked under me.” He pulled on my arm so I could get closer to him. “Now come on.”
He pushed me back on the bed and hovered over me, grinning. As he started to kiss the curve of my neck and made his way down my collarbone, my stomach grumbled loudly. Oliver looked up at me laughing.
“Hungry?”
I nodded.
“Fine.” He stood up from off the bed. “But after breakfast, I’m bringing you right back here.”
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