AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Our bodies grind against each other.
“You need it, huh?” I tease.
I start thrusting harder, moving faster, until I feel her center squeezing my length in pulsating waves, coaxing me to follow her over the edge. My balls tighten and release until I’m falling right alongside her. She’s clinging to me, biting my shoulder to stifle her scream.
“Ollie …”
My name has never sounded as sweet as it does when it’s emerging from her mouth mid-orgasm as her head extends back again. Her face is clouded over with pure bliss, an expression I put there.
I drop down until the soft mounds of her breasts are molded against me once again. Our hearts are beating in sync as they slow to a normal rhythm. We must lie there for another fifteen minutes, but I lose track of the minutes when I’m caught up in Mads. It’s like time stands still.
“Oh jeez,” she groans from beneath me as she notices the time. “We have ten minutes to meet your sister.”
“Mads, don’t talk about my sister when I’m still inside of you.”
She laughs, the sound tickling my ears.
“We have to go.” I can hear the reluctance in her tone. But her arms tighten around my back rather than push me away as she squeezes me closer.
I lean up to kiss her softly. Her hair is mussed. She looks sexy and thoroughly satisfied. I pause to memorize that glow on her face. Finally, I slide out of her and reach for my phone.
“I’ll text Chase and let them know we’re running late.”
“Tell them about the location change too,” she says with humor in her voice.
I narrow my eyes at her, and she winks. She rises from the bed and walks in all her naked glory across the room to gather some clothes. The sunshine radiating through the open blinds illuminates her body like she’s in a spotlight. I like that it’s during the day and that she can’t hide from me in the darkness of night. I can see every dip and curve of her shape, the exact rosy color of her nipples that I’ve wondered about. I watch her rather than messaging my friend.
She pauses in the doorway to glance over her shoulder, aware that my eyes are on her. “Tell them to give us an extra thirty minutes. I need to shower.”
She disappears into the other room. The pipes squeak as the faucet starts. I imagine Madison’s willowy body wet with water and soapsuds. Her tight, toned abs and perfect breasts. Those long legs and the roundness of her ass.
“I’ll make it an hour,” I yell, typing out a quick message.
Then, I toss my phone on the bedside table and follow her into the bathroom.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
MADISON
I dodge a group of drunk twenty-something-year-old guys with the tray of dirty glasses balanced above my shoulder. They clink as the tray shifts.
“Hey, Madison!” one of them yells as I weave through the dense crowd.
“I’ll be back in a minute,” I promise over my shoulder and keep moving.
Once behind the bar, I dump the melted ice and place the glasses in a tub with other dishes that need to be washed. I deposit the now-empty tray, blow a strand of hair that has escaped my ponytail out of my eyes, and start entering new drink orders into the computer.
Cheerz has been a zoo all day. No one bothered to warn me that holidays—even ones in the middle of the summer in a deserted college town—would be packed with people wanting to drink all afternoon in celebration. It’s the Fourth of July. I was scheduled to work the lunch shift. And then Nick begged me to stay through happy hour since one of the other waitresses had called in at the last minute. I agreed because Nick has been good to me so far. As managers go, he’s a great one. But happy hour has dragged even further into the evening.
I glance over as the front door to the sports bar opens and notice that the sky is rapidly darkening outside. I worry my lower lip, checking the time on the clock hanging on the wall. I was supposed to be home hours ago. Ollie and I made plans to go watch the fireworks tonight.
The door opens again, and a familiar body crowds the entrance. My breath hitches when my eyes first land on Ollie. He’s alone. He’s searching for someone. He’s looking for me. I guess he got tired of waiting at home. And if he’s called, I haven’t had a chance to check my phone.
The chaos around me slows to a stop until all I can see is his thick raven hair as he runs his fingers through it. Those magic hands of his have explored and owned every inch of me now. I can practically sense the warmth of his skin radiating from across the room. I can feel the weight of his body on top of mine. I shiver when I see the day-old scruff along his strong jaw and envision how it would scratch against my inner thighs.
“Look at me. I want my face to be the one you see when I break you apart. I want you to remember that I’m the one who did that to you.”
As if I could forget.
