Page 81 of Between Desire and Denial
I took my time getting rid of her bikini bottoms, sliding them inch by inch down her smooth thighs. “Look at how you get ready for your boyfriend even after you ran from him.”
“Well, it’s only for a little while,” she murmured but I heard the taunt, and I loved her goading me, loved that she wanted me to fight for her.
I also wanted to punish her for that statement, so I smacked her ass in response. She gasped and wiggled her hips like she enjoyed it. “It’s for however long I say, Olive. Remember that. And remember, you might run from me, but you like to be caught by me, and…” I moved close to her as I undid my pants, completely lost in the sight of her bent and ready for me. I pumped my length once but couldn’t deny myself any further. I thrust into her fast. “You like to be fucked by me.”
“Oh my God,” she cried as I filled her to the hilt. I didn’t stop as I untied her bikini top. Instead, I pulled back to see her arousal glistening over my cock and then slammed into her harder and harder. Our skin slapped together as I grabbed her tits and squeezed them, pulling her closer with each thrust. I tried to own her, to consume her, to have every part of her.
It wasn’t just a want now. It was a damn need to be with her. I fucked her in those woods like I would never let her be free and growled in her ear, “Don’t run from your boyfriend again, Honeybee, unless you want me to fuck you like this over and over.”
She cried out that she was coming, that she couldn’t stop, that I shouldn’t stop either. She begged for me not to stop over and over until we both were spent and collapsed on the forest floor.
I barely could move as she murmured, “So much for not screwing around in private.” Then she groaned. “And being safe with a freaking condom.”
She slapped my chest, but I wasn’t going to apologize. “I’m clean, and I already told you, I’d have a baby with you. You want to remember condoms, just tell me, Olive, but I’m probably not going to at this point.” I chuckled because I wasn’t afraid of babies with her. I wasn’t afraid of anything with her at this point.
“That is the absolute wrong approach. A baby is a lifelong commitment to being a parent that we probably don’t exactly understand.”
“It’s nine months of you walking around growing our baby in your belly, of me getting to stare at how beautiful you’d be carrying him or her, and a lifetime of me seeing how you would be the comfort your mom was to you to our baby.”
“Dimitri…” She whispered my name softly and then bit her lip.
Maybe I’d overstepped again. “I’m sorry if you—”
“Don’t apologize for what you just said.” Her chin wobbled.
“Honeybee, I don’t want you to cry.”
She took a deep breath and then rubbed her eyes quickly. “I’m not. It’s just you make the memory of my mother a beautiful part of me instead of her being a loss that’s so painful I want to avoid it. It’s a comfort to think of her that way.”
I hummed. “Well, I’m always going to be here to comfort you. You might have lost your safe space for a long time, Olive, but I’m here to be it from now on.”
I hope she understood I meant it. I’d be there for her always.
That girl controlled me, not the other way around.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
OLIVE
I wasnaked in the woods next to my fake—but maybe now real—boyfriend, staring at him like he’d changed my viewpoint on everything.
My memories weren’t as painful, my heart wasn’t as broken, my life wasn’t as a mess as I truly contemplated if I could handle being pregnant with a baby of his. Could I be a mother and a partner? Could I want that sort of life? And then the question of whether I deserved it flew through my mind. It made me realize I may have wanted it but I’d always thought maybe I hadn’t earned it.
Dimitri’s words that I deserved what I wanted rattled my earlier doubts and I found myself smiling.
And that’s when I heard her.
“Dimitri. Dimitri!” Melly was literally singsonging his name through the enchanted woods. I jumped up and started scrambling. There was absolutely no way I was going to right my bathing suit in time. “Go out there and talk to her.”
“What? No way,” he said as he trailed a finger over my breast and took his time enjoying how I shivered under him. He was chuckling and truly had no concerns about having a family withme. He looked relaxed, even; like him shooting his come in my not-protected-from-pregnancy body was the best idea ever.
“Seriously, go.” I shoved him fast, needing a second to shake off my thoughts that maybe we would be okay with an offspring. What was wrong with me? “Hurry up, she’s going to come back here.”
“So what? I’m not going over there. She’s a parasite of a woman that infects your head with thoughts that I might be interested in her over you anytime I look her way. I want nothing to do with that. Not when we’re talking about having babies together.”
“This is not a joke!” I said but I caught myself giggling. “Just go. I’m not concerned about Melly anymore. I believe you want nothing to do with her now. I just screwed you in the woods on her property.”
He smiled as his eyes glazed over.
