Page 101 of Fielder's Choice

She melts into me, fitting her body against mine. When I run my tongue along the seam of her lips, she opens for me, and I all but devour her, bringing her impossibly closer.

Olive’s hands are tangled in my hair when we break apart, gasping for breath. “Lane… wow.”

I give her another light kiss. “You’re pretty wow yourself, baby.”

“What made you maul me like that, though?”

I rest my forehead against hers, losing myself in the deep forest of her eyes. “Because watching you with my daughter does things to me. I see glimpses of a future I didn’t know I wanted before she was born, and having you here with us makes it feelpossible. It drives me fucking crazy with want, and you have no idea how fucking much I want with you, Ballerina.”

“What do you want with me?” she asks softly, warily.

I smile at her gently. “Things that might drive you away if I tell you about them this soon, Olive. Just know how serious I am about this and how much I love having you with me.”

Her eyes flutter closed, happiness and affection washing over her face. “I love being here with both of you.”

My heart swells. “I love hearing that. You’re fucking perfect, Olive.”

“Not perfect,” she says quietly.

I capture her lips again, trying to kiss the doubt right out of her. “Perfect forme.”

Her eyes find mine, surprise and intrigue flashing across her face. “Do you actually believe that, Lane?” I can sense the nerves in her voice, the vulnerability in her tone.

“Yes, baby,” I assure, pushing her hair out of her face. “I don’t say anything I don’t mean. And I’ve never metanybodymore perfect for me than you.”

Olive stares at me for a moment, breathless, before kissing me desperately, like she thinks I’ll fade away if she doesn’t. I lean into it, surrendering myself to the moment before we both get swept away.

She takes my hands in hers and starts leading us to my bedroom, lips still on mine. When we close the door behind us, I have my hands in her hair as I gently lay her out on the bed underneath me.

“Got something in mind right now, baby?” I smirk. “Need me to take care of that needy pussy?”

She shakes her head before stammering, “I was actually thinking of something else.” She pauses to take a deep breath. “You’ve never, um… gotten off around me.”

I can’t help but laugh. “My jeans from New Year’s would say otherwise.” She chuckles in return, and I can feel the tension drain from her.

“Okay, fair. But what I mean is that I’ve taken care of myself, and you’ve taken care of me, but we’ve never done anything for you. I think maybe we should.”

Based on the blood now pooling in my groin, my dick seems to like that idea as much as I do. I lean in closer and lower my voice. “I don’t mind when you’re the only one that comes, baby, but if you want to watch me jack myself off, I’m sure as fuck not going to tell you no.” I capture her eyes with mine, looking for an honest answer. “Is that what you want, Olive?”

“Yes,” she replies breathlessly. “I want to… watch you.”

“Then I’ll give you a show, Ballerina.” I push myself off of her and stand up, quickly pulling my T-shirt over my head. Olive’s eyes graze over my bare chest, and lust courses through me. Before I remove anything else, I need to check in with her. “This is going to be much easier to do if I take everything off. Are you okay with that?”

She bites her lip and nods her head, never taking her eyes off me.

I slip my joggers over my hips and let them fall before I kick them to the side, leaving me in just a pair of black boxer briefs. Olive’s breath catches in her throat when I slide my fingers under the waistband and push them down. I’m now standing naked before her, my hard cock standing proud, precum already leaking out of my tip.

“Holy shit.” She’s blushing so hard right now, and it’s so fucking cute.

“Yeah, I don’t think it’s too bad either,” I laugh, coming back over to the bed and sitting myself up against the headboard. Since I don’t have an ounce of shame, I let my legs fall open andclasp my hands together behind my head. “Do you want to watch from there or up close?”

“Up close,” she replies, crawling up the bed to come beside me, sitting on her knees while facing me. “I want to learn. I want you to teach me what you like.”

I reach into my nightstand drawer and grab a bottle of lube. “Well, I like some lubrication then. You can do it dry, but that can be uncomfortable. Lube or spit works, though.”

“Spit?” Liv asks, eyes wide.

“Yes,” I chuckle. “Spit can very much be part of sex. Completely normal.”

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