Page 57 of The Final Straw

“I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t.”

She keeps moving down the hall, dropping her shirt to the floor, and I jog to catch up with her.

Olivia, naked in a shower? Hell yeah. The only thing I could want more right now is to have my cock buried deep inside of her.

Olivia pulls down her leggings, putting her plump ass on display. I lift my finger to my mouth and bite it. Fuck, she wasn’t wearing panties.

“Olivia, you can’t tease me like that. I’ve been hard as a rock all day looking at that ass in those leggings and now I get to see it without anything covering it.”

She steps out of them and turns to face me, her pebbled nipples on display, and her chest rising rapidly—Olivia’s as turned on as me.

“Then take me,” she husks, and it’s all I need. My hands go to my pants, undoing them as I slip my feet out of my Hey Dudes, sliding my jeans and boxers down my legs until they drop to the floor and step out of them. Taking hold of the hem of my shirt, I pull it over my head and toss it to the side.

My girl wants me and I want her. That’s all I care about.

Stepping closer to her, I take hold of her hips, gripping them tightly as I pull her to me, crashing my lips down on hers.

“I want to fuck you so bad, Olivia.”

“Fuck me then.”

“Get on the bed on all fours. It’s going to be fast. I’ve gone too long without you.”

There’s a nagging thought in my head that the last time I had sex was with Barbi, when she raped me. A small ounce of anxiety hits me, but I don’t want to let it take over, so I push it down. I will not let Barbi have that control over me.

Olivia pulls away from me, crawling onto the bed, shaking her ass for me.

God, what a fucking view.

Climbing up behind her, I run my fingers through her folds, finding her already soaked and ready. I grip my cock, giving it a pump before lining it up with her hole and thrusting inside of her.

She lets out a strangled cry, and I take hold of her sides. “Too much?”

“No, it’s perfect. Fuck me!”

I pull out up to the tip and slam back inside. The guys may be waiting a little, because I plan to thoroughly fuck my girl.

Chapter 29

Grady

The small Italian restaurant buzzes with the hum of diners, clinking glasses, and the aromatic scents of garlic and fresh basil. It’s a charming spot, with its checkered tablecloths and flickering candlelight, making it the perfect place for an intimate dinner. Our table is tucked into a cozy corner, filled with laughter and the clatter of forks meeting our plates. The conversation has flowed easily, but mostly focused on Olivia. She's been the center of attention tonight, and honestly, I can't blame anyone. She's captivating.

Olivia blots her face with a napkin, her eyes sparkling with warmth and amusement. “Well, guys, I need to head out if I’m going to make it to the shoot. I’ll talk to you all later, yeah?”

“Yeah, babe, we’ll be fine. We’ll make sure your boy here gets home okay,” Kipp assures her, his grin wide and reassuring.

I look at Van and wink. “I’ll be okay, Livvy. You go do what you love. Call me when you’re home.”

She leans in, kissing each of us on the cheek. “Have a good night, guys,” she whispers, her voice soft and sincere. With a final wave, she slips out of the restaurant.

As soon as she’s out the door, Van pulls out his wallet, grabbing his card. “I should go too. Thanks for letting me crash. I had fun.”

“Hey, do you want to go grab a drink?” I ask, not ready for the night to end and sensing there's more that needs to be said.

Van stops and thinks for a moment before nodding. “Sure, why not.”

We head over to a nearby sports bar, with big screens showing various games and a relaxed atmosphere. The neon lights cast a colorful glow over the bar, and the sounds of excited sports fans fill the air. We grab a high top, order some drinks and chips with dip, and settle in. The conversation starts with Ollie, naturally. We share how we each met her, and how incredible she is.

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