"Not bad." I shrug and look around. Brody is either nearby listening like the fucking stalker he is or he left as soon as the guys came out.
"When are you going to give in?" Caine looks at me with a smirk.
"To what?" I raise my brow.
"To your feelings. We can see it. You want her, too." Cooper says and I hear a fucking snort come from behind me.
"Snort all you want." Caine chuckles. "You can try to fight it a while longer, just know we'll be here saying we told you so later."
Fucking Brody is still in this yard and I know I'll be hearing an earful of this later.
"Just friends, man." I shrug and start for the door. "Can I go now?"
"Yeah," Caine says. "If you hear from him make sure to let us know."
"Sure." I call over my shoulder and go back inside the house.
As I walk by the family room, I hear murmuring inside. I guess Oliver is in there with her and since the others are here, I can get my ass home. Where I should be, far enough away from her and the way she smells.
"Going home?" Her voice hits my back and I can feel the ripples make their way up the back of my neck.
"Yeah." I say over my shoulder, not bothering to turn around.
"You'll be here tomorrow?"
I tip my head to the ceiling and slowly turn around, "Bebelle, maybe it's best if I catch up on some work. I'll be by to check on you in a few days."
Her hazel eyes close and she looks at her feet, "you're running."
“What do you mean?” I know exactly what she means and she’s right.
“You’re pulling away. Was it something I did?” Her voice is small and she’s still looking at the floor.
I can’t stand to see her like this not after everything she’s been through. I can’t be the one to add any more pain to what she already has.
“Bebelle,” I say softly and grip her chin in my hand, forcing her to look at me. “It’s nothing you did, I just need to work some things out up here.” I point to my head.
Her hazel eyes shine with unshed tears and I watch as she sucks that full lower lip into her mouth. My fingers release her chin but only to glide along the soft skin of her jaw and then sink into the thick waves of her hair. When I have a firm grip on the back of her head, I haul her in and press my forehead to hers.
“Zeke?”
I don’t know if it’s the sound of her voice or the warmth of her breath but I lift my head and press my mouth to hers. It’s soft and I slowly pull her bottom lip into my mouth and then move to the top.
Her moan and then the feel of hands moving along my sides changes everything. I will allow myself this one taste and then never again, so I decide to make it worth it. Both of my hands slide into her hair and I grip her head between them. I angle her head and then I’m plunging into her mouth full force.
My teeth clink against hers and my tongue roughly glides in, tangling with hers. It’s everything I’ve dreamed of and more. Her taste, her sounds, and her plush mouth is fucking euphoric. Her hands fist in my shirt and I feel her pulling me in closer as her body presses into mine.
That’s it, that’s as far as I can take it before I hit the no return mark. I rip my mouth from hers and wince at her whimper. Then like the asshole I am, I turn my back on her and leave the fucking house.
I stand watching Zeke leave with my fingertips pressed against my swollen lips. I tentatively lick my tongue along them and taste him. I close my eyes and savor it knowing it will probably never happen again.
“He’ll come around.” I jump at the sound of Oliver’s voice and turn to slowly face him.
“I’m sure that was just a one time thing.” I whisper as I search his face. What is he thinking? Did I just cheat on him? On all of them?
“You look worried.” He says with a slight smile.
“I’m sorry that happened, it’s supposed to be just us four.” I’m stuttering as I try to explain my actions. “I’ve always cared about him and I’m scared I’m losing him again.”
I watch as Oliver stalks forward, his face as stern as always and his golden skin making his silver eyes pop.
“Kail, I once said to you that I don’t mind sharing you if I get to have you, too. The sentiment still stands. Only now, I love you and if he makes you happy too, then fuck it, he’s welcome.”
“I doubt it will ever come to that.'' I squeal as he grabs me around the waist and picks me up. My legs lock behind him and my arms curl around his neck.
“Whatever makes you happy, baby.” He says as he kisses my neck. “Want to know what’ll make me happy?”
“What will make you happy, Mr. Ballon?”
His only reply is a growl that works its way from his chest and out through his mouth, then that gorgeous mouth is on mine. His hands grab my ass in handfuls as he guides me upstairs and to my room.
When we get inside, I see the still rumpled bed from me and Cooper, but Oliver doesn’t care as he lays us both down and thoroughly explores my mouth with his tongue. His hands slip under my shirt and slowly drags it up as his palms run along my skin. Goosebumps break out along my arms as his mouth moves from mine and settles in that sweet spot just behind my ear.
His head dips down and I watch as he bites my nipple through the thin lace of my bra. Oliver knows how to add just the right amount of pain to make it pleasurable. My shirt is removed and I moan as his hands pull down my leggings.
He pushes up onto his hands and stares down at me. “I love you.”
“Yeah?” I grin at him. “Show me just how much.”
I press myself against him and frown when I feel his slacks and dress shirt. He gets up onto his knees between my legs and slowly undoes his pants button and zipper. His cock is pressing against the opening and fighting with the fabric of his boxers. My pussy floods at the sight and I’m needing to feel him inside me.
He pulls his pants off and then chuckles when he sees the frustration painted clearly on my face.
“Do you know one of the most important things I tell my students?”
“Oliver…” I growl, my patience wearing thin.
“That’s Mr. Ballon to you.” He runs his finger up my center pressing against my panties. “Do I need to repeat my question, Miss Richard?”
Oh fuck, guidance counselor Oliver gets me so ramped up and hot, I can barely think.
He leans back down onto his hands and brings his mouth to my ear. “Punishment is not a detention in this room, Miss Richard. Do. I. Need. To. Repeat. My. Question?”
Each word is punctuated by the grind of his hips against mine and I tip my head back and moan. “No, Mr. Ballon, I don’t know what you tell your students.” My voice is soft and filled with lust.
“Patience is a virtue.” He gets back up to kneeling and the grin on his face is absolutely sinful.
“Fuck patience.” I say and sit up in front of him.