Page 65 of The Final Straw

“We’re going to clean up in the other bathroom and give you some alone time.” Grady gives me a wink as he and Kipp leave the room.

“Can I fuck you, Olivia?”

“You better,” she says coyly.

I slip my fingers out of her, lifting them to my mouth, and lick her juices off them.

Fucking delicious.

She takes me by the hand, leading me over to the bed. She climbs on top of it and lies down where they had been, not even caring that she’s lying in their cum as she opens her legs for me.

I take hold of my cock and move between her legs. Ready to fuck my girl.

Chapter 32

Olivia

Van has to leave right after breakfast, heading to an appointment with the DA. I wave him off, feeling a mix of impatience and excitement for my lunch date with Bre. Kipp and Grady get quick kisses goodbye, and I slip into my car, driving to The Green Vine, a cozy bistro we love. Luckily, I had a sundress in my car that I ordered and forgot to take out after I opened the package.

When I arrive, Bre is already at a table, scrolling through her phone. I slide into the seat across from her, and we exchange quick greetings before diving into the menu. We both order salads and as the waiter leaves, Bre looks at me, her eyes twinkling.

"So, how's everything going with your trio of men? Any updates?" she asks, leaning forward.

"It's going okay," I say, smiling. "We’re not rushing, and I’m happy so far. The guys seem happy too."

Bre raises an eyebrow, her grin widening. "And how was last night? Your text said you were coming from their house?"

I laugh, feeling a blush creep up my neck. "Last night was... amazing. We had a group romp, and then this morning, it was just as hot."

Bre's eyes widen, and she claps her hands together. "Oh my god, you slut! I am so jealous. I wondered where Van was last night when he didn’t come home. I need a harem of sexy men, preferably older, too. Give me a daddy and a bad boy."

We laugh and I love how carefree and nonjudgemental our friendship is. Our salads arrive, and we eat, chatting about everything and nothing. The food is delicious, but the company is even better.

As we finish, Bre asks, "Want to hit the mall? Macy’s is calling our names."

I nod eagerly. "Absolutely. Let’s leave my car here and ride together. You can bring me back later."

We hop into Bre’s car, and the drive to the mall is filled with laughter. Bre informs me that so far Barbi hasn’t found out that Van moved in with her, and I’m thankful, because Van doesn’t need any more shit from her. He’s nervous enough about the trial.

Once there, we park and head inside. Before we can shop, we make a pit stop at the local drink place to get mango dragon fruit refreshers to sip on. Macy’s is our favorite spot, and we lose ourselves in the racks, hunting for deals.

As we’re sifting through a particularly colorful section of dresses, a familiar sneer pierces the air behind us.

“So she can fuck your ex and you play besties, but when I do it, I go to jail?”

We turn around and there stands Barbi, her eyes filled with malice. We knew she’d been released and had been bothering Van, which is why he’s with the DA today, but seeing her here sends a jolt of anger through me.

“You can’t possibly think that what you did to Van was consensual?” I spit at her, the words sharp and cold.

She laughs. “Please. He begged me for it. But when his pretty little Livvy found out, it was rape. Honestly, who’s going to believe that I raped him?”

“Since we have your confession, I think everyone.” Bre’s voice is low and dangerous, her arms crossed as she scowls at Barbi.

Barbi rolls her eyes. “That proves nothing. All I said was I got rid of the last one. Not my fault Van found a better pussy and then felt guilty.”

“Are you even sorry?” I ask as anger courses through me, causing my blood to boil. “We were friends. How could you do that?”

Barbi laughs again, cruel and mocking. “We were friends. It stopped being that for me a long time ago. Do you know how tiresome it is to be friends with someone like you? You are so fucking dull. So fucking perfect and stiff. I imagine it’s why Van fucked me, because I don’t lie there like a starfish.”

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