Page 98 of To Love Jason Thorn

Pure, sweet death.

I was going to burn in flames, both in helland in life.

I closed my eyes and tried to breathethrough it, but it only made matters worse when I inhaled in her scent. Don’tjudge me—I did try to pull my hand away, but she was faster than me, and beforeI could react she flattened her hand over mine.

“I’m soaked,” she moaned as she started totouch herself with my fingers.

“Olive,” I hissed when I felt her wetnessall over my fingers. “Olive, please stop.” I tried to pull my hand away, butshe held on to my wrist with her free hand to make sure it stayed where it was.

Pushing my forehead against her temple, Iwhispered. “Olive, you’re killing me, sweetheart. Please, let my hand go.”

God.

Her legs fell open and she pushed one of myfingers firmer against her clit.

Her scent was driving me crazy, her softpanting reaching right down to my dick as if she had her mouth wrapped aroundme. Pulling my hips back just in case she decided to go for my sweatpants and gotideas because I was hard as a rock, I jerked my hand away from her wetnessbefore she could stop me again and brushed a kiss on her temple.

“You’re still drunk, Olive. You don’t knowwhat you’re doing.”

Unexpectedly, she fully turned to me andburied her face against my throat, her weight forcing me to fall on my back.When I felt a wetness on my skin, I held her jaw back and looked at her face.

To my utter shock, she was silently crying.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” I asked, clearing hertears with my thumbs.

Her beautiful eyes met mine and she brokemy heart into very, very small pieces. “I just want to consummate so they won’ttake him away from me.” She sniffled and hid her face against my neck again.

Jesus. How could she still be drunk off herass? Exactly what had she had while I was gone, and for how long?

“Baby,” I whispered, trying to calm herdown.

I knew this wasn’t my Olive talking, but ifshe hadn’t been so drunk, we could’ve…hell…done something about this. Talk?Fuck? Whatever she needed.

“Can I have my toy now?” she asked, stillsniffling.

Goddamnit!

Maybe she slept with a stuffed toy orsomething?

I had my fingers crossed, but…

“Is this toy you’re asking for…is it somethingyou use to make yourself come, sweetheart?”

Her tear-filled eyes met mine as she noddedand nibbled on her bottom lip.

There was no way I was going through herstuff to find a plastic dick. There was also no way in hell I was lettingmyself have her, no matter how much my dick disagreed with me.

“Open your legs, sweetheart,” I whispered finally.If she could have the orgasm she was clearly desperate for, maybe she would goto sleep.

When she let them fall open and got morecomfortable on the bed, I lifted her leg and put it in between my thighs,holding her open for me. My hand would be the only thing she would get tonight,but it would be more than enough to satisfy her.

I placed my hand on her stomach and shemoaned, arching into my touch. She was killing me—a slow, beautiful death, buta death nonetheless. I whispered encouragements into her ear and she relaxedfurther into the mattress.

“After you get what you need, you’re goingto sleep, okay?”

She nodded readily. I took a deep breath, onlyto pull her scent in deeper.

Swirling my finger around her clit, Iwatched her thrash under my touch, moaning and whimpering.

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