Ollie tilted my chin up, and his tongue swept along my bottom lip. “Mia has no words?” he mocked and pulled my lip between his teeth before dropping his hand from my chin. I leaned forward to kiss him, and Ollie pulled away. “No, love. It’s my turn.”
Though my eyes stayed closed, I heard the smile in his tone. He lifted the shirt over my head, and his warm breath fell over my nipple before his tongue circled over it. Then he blew cold air, and my head rolled back. He moved over to my other nipple, and an electric current ran through me, dropping to my core.
Ollie tucked the hair behind my ears and pressed his forehead to mine, hovering his perfect lips so close, I could taste the mint from his gum. His fingers skimmed down the length of my arms.
“The only way to cheat death is by creating a love that will last forever,” Ollie whispered. My lashes parted, and we locked eyes. “That’s what I wrote.”
Ollie’s eyes dropped to my mouth.
My pulse skipped.
He wet his lips.
I held my breath.
His fingers traced the edge of my panties.
Lower. Closer. “Breathe, Mia,” he whispered.
My chest let go.
He moved my panties to the side.
The foretaste controlled my senses.
And his finger skimmed through my center.
My need for him exploded, and my hand wandered, reaching for him.
Ollie snatched my hand in his free one and squeezed. “Look at me,” he demanded and pushed two fingers inside. A moan left me. Ollie let go of my hand and grabbed the back of my neck to keep me steady. He stroked his melodic fingers inside, and my sex tightened around them. “I can’t,” I rasped out, fighting to stand but weakening by every torturous second as he scraped his thumb against my clit, and my legs shook in response.
“I have you,” Ollie rolled his forehead over mine. “I’m not going to let you go.”
All it took was two more sensual thrusts of his fingers, and one more scrape of his thumb. My knees buckled, and Ollie scooped me up in one arm with his fingers never leaving their post. He kissed along my jawline, down my neck, and back up until his mouth covered mine. My sex clenched around his fingers, pulsating to the beat of my climax and Ollie refused to withdraw until I’d ultimately came undone and pieced back together.
After he pulled out of me, he slid his fingers between his lips with a smug grin.
“What about you?” I asked, cheeks still heated, and my breathing was begging to return to normal.
He fixed my panties and pulled me over the mattress. “Oh, you think that was for you?”
We made out like two crazed teens until our eyes grew heavy.
Ollie laid his head over my chest, and I dragged my fingers through his hair.
“Mia?”
“Yeah?”
He tilted his head up to look at me. “I’m the crack to your arse?”
I laughed. “Forget I ever said that.”
“I wish I could, love,” he laid back over my chest and wrapped his arm around me. “I really wish I could.”
Chapter Thirty “We’re not out of the woods yet, but let’s kiss in the leaves while we’re here.”
—Oliver Masters
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“AND THEN THERE WERE three,” Jake exhaled as the three of us walked down the hill and toward the woods. I grabbed Mia’s hand and kissed her knuckles. “To be honest,” Jake continued, “I never thought it would be Crap-bag standing next to me at the end of the road.”
“Crap Bag?” I echoed, and Jake interrupted me with a shriek.
“Although we’ve come to the end of the road,” he sang.
“Still I can’t let go,” Mia added, causing my head to snap in her direction. “It’s unnatural.”
“You belong to me,” Jake sang.
“I belong to you!” They both belted in unison.
I’d stopped walking, and the two continued singing and spinning each other around in the grass for two more rounds of whatever this song was that they shared. I couldn’t wipe the stupid smile from my face. Mia’s brown hair whipped through the spring breeze, and Jake leaned her back into a proper dip. She couldn’t wipe the heart-stopping smile from hers, either.
They laughed uncontrollably and turned to face me.
“Don’t tell me you don’t know that song,” Jake asked with a hand digging into his hip, catching his breath. I threw up a hand in the air. “I’ll make love to you?” he asked, growing frustrated.
“No, thank you,” I answered and walked toward the two.
“How are you with this bloke?” Jake asked Mia incredulously.
Mia recovered and jumped on my back. I grabbed her thighs, and she laughed into my neck as she tousled my hair. “I’ll introduce him to Boyz II Men,” she wrapped her arms around my neck, “when he’s ready.”
We reached our spot in the woods, and I leaned back to guide Mia to her feet. Tyler and Jude sat over the broken tree limb, and Liam sent a nod over to Jake from the ground.
“Hellos” exchanged, and I took a spot over the ground and pulled my knees up, more relaxed since the first day I’d come back.
“There’s this game Mia and me started on the last day last year,” Jake said, taking a seat next to Liam. A pit formed in my stomach, thinking Mia had spent her last day last year without me. She had a memory I wasn’t a part of. She had seven months I hadn’t been a part of. “We go around and say one thing we’d been dying to say all year but was too ashamed to say. Kind of clear the air.”
“What do you call this game?” I asked and grabbed Mia’s waist, who began to sit beside me but I positioned her between my legs. She should know better.
“Just truth. No strip. No dare. Just the bloody truth.”
“I like it,” I said, and kissed the side of her head. “What was yours last year?” I asked into her hair, immediately regretting it. Did I want to know?
Mia shifted uncomfortably, and my heart sank. It had been about me.
“Mia said Liam was a lousy fuck,” Liam blurted with an eye roll.
“Why?” Mia threw her arms up and fell back into my chest.
I chuckled and grazed my thumbs over the bare skin above her waistline.
“For that, I’ll go first,” Liam offered. “It was sex with you that made me realize I loved dick.”
The circle burst into a laugh, and Mia shook her head. “Bet you’ve been holding onto that for a whole year.”
“As a matter of fact, yes. This whole gathering was my idea.”
“Okay, okay, my turn,” Jake cut in, squeezing Liam’s shoulder. “Believe it or not, I’m glad Mia spilled her secrets in that journal. If she hadn’t, Liam would still be in the closet.”
“I suspected Jude was the prankster this whole time,” Mia confessed. “Sorry, Jude.”
Jude packed his cigarette pack and shrugged. “It’s cool. I don’t blame you. I was a wanker.”
Tyler scrunched her face. “They just didn’t know you like I do.”
“Nah, I should’ve never treated you the way I did. That’s not like me.”
“Fuck, this is therapeutic, yeah?” I laughed, seeing all the love pouring from the circle of outcasts. “Who knew we could’ve ever gotten to a place like this.”