Page 60 of Nightmare

“Hey, Olivia.”

Brody’s hands tighten around my waist, but he stays in his own conversation as Melanie and a brunette about the same size as her sit down on the loveseat across from me, smiles on their pretty faces.

Before I have the chance to respond, she’s leaning closer to me to whisper, “You looked like you could use some saving from all the football talk over here.”

With a laugh, I give her a nod, “Yeah, I was zoning out pretty hard.”

Her and her friend laugh, pulling me into a conversation completely separate from the one the guys are having right next to us.

By the time Brody is wrapping my coat around my shoulders at the end of the night, the cheerleaders have taken a liking to me. They even invited me to sit at their table in the cafeteria.

Oh god above, why me?

We say our goodbyes, then head to his car so he can drive me back to my dorm. Once the front door is closed and no one can hear us Brody smiles at me and pulls me into him, “See, baby. I told you everything would be fine.”

“Did you, by chance, ask the cheerleaders to be nice to your girlfriend?” I ask, eyeing him.

“I might have mentioned that you were super cool, and they should give you a chance.” He responds, a shit-eating grin on his face.

I groan, “Ugh, quarterback. They invited me to eatlunchwith them!”

He laughs, “Well, you eat lunch with me so don’t worry about it.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Olivia

five months ago

I throwmy head back on a moan as Brody’s lips ghost down the front of my neck and his hands slip under my shirt to squeeze my breasts.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, baby girl.”

His voice coats me like warm honey, making me melt and I turn to absolute putty in his hands, “B, more. I need more.”

His head nods as he sucks on the flesh of my neck, probably leaving a mark I couldn’t give a shit about right now. “I know you do baby, you need me so bad, huh?”

His hands knead my breasts, pinching at my nipples, rolling them in between his fingers. I can’t fucking take it, I feel like exploding.

Brody has gotten very familiar with my boobs over the last two months, but I still haven’t let him into my panties. Sure, we’ve done over-the-pants stuff, including lots of vigorous dry humping, but I haven’t let him into my sacred lady garden.

I don’t know what I’m waiting for, I just want it to mean something when I give away my virginity.

Not that I don’t love him, I do. I love him more than I thought humanly possible, I just need to know that I’m not acting on impulse. Every other girl in this god forsaken world just throws their kitty at the first hot dude to blink at them, I don’t want to be like that.

But, today, right now, with his hot mouth on my skin and his fingers playing with my hard nipples, I’m spreading my legs wider and hoping he gets the hint. We’ve been dating three months, my kitty is growling for some attention that doesn’t come from myself.

I thread my fingers through his dark hair, pulling at the strands whenever he bites me or pinches just hard enough underneath my shirt.

“B.”

His eyes find mine when he pulls his head up, “What is it, Liv? What do you want?”

I bite down on the swollen flesh of my bottom lip, pushing my hips into his, “I need you to touch me.”

I swear I see the brown in his eyes graduate to black when he finally let’s go of his self-control and slips his hand under the front of my dress, testing me.

I roll my hips against him, giving silent permission and he pushes his thumb under the lace of my panties and feels the wetness I’ve kept to myself for the last three months.

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