Chapter 28

Van

"Thank you. I'll be there." I hang up and release the breath I didn't even realize I was holding.

Mr. Singletary, the DA, has officially told me that we're proceeding with the trial. Barbi refused the plea deal they offered. My mind is wrecked with a mix of emotions. I want people to hear my story, so that if another man goes through what I did, they're not silenced by what people will think of them and speak up. This topic is so sensitive and filled with so many prejudices that it will never be easy to speak about if someone doesn't do it first.

I guess I'm that someone.

Next week, I have a meeting with the DA to discuss the trial preparations and potential questions from her attorney.

My stomach is already revolting, wanting to expel its contents at the thought of retelling the events of the night in front of a room of people.

My phone rings again, pulling me from my misery. I say a quick, silent prayer that it's not the district attorney again.

My soul lights up when I see Olivia's name on the screen and immediately hit accept.

"Hey, Olivia." I try to be cool, but I feel like a girl excited about the boy she's crushing over calling her. "I'm so happy you called," I blurt. Smooth, real smooth.

"I'm happy you answered. I have a question for you."

Her tone is stilted, and I can feel the tension through the line. We're still unsure of where we are with each other and the new situation we've found ourselves in.

"What is it?"

"I was wondering if you'd like to go to dinner with me?"

A smile stretches across my face, and warmth enters my heart. This is good; she wants to meet and have dinner.

"Olivia, I?—"

"Van, before you commit to going, I need to tell you something else. I need you to know I went to see Kipp and Grady and we had a conversation about us. We've decided we want to continue to see each other."

My heart tightens and sweat beads across my forehead. This wasn't what I was expecting her to say. I fully thought she was ready to move forward with us, not them.

"But I also want to continue to see you, to rekindle what we had. I know I'm being selfish, but I want all three of you. I can't deny how I feel about you or them. If I have to choose between the three of you, then I'm not going to at all. I'll walk away from everyone."

I can hear the sadness in her voice, how it catches as she holds back a sob. My girl is trying to be strong.

Can I be okay with sharing her? Can I live without her? Just the time we've been apart has me turned upside down, craving to be with her, missing how her body feels pressed against mine.

"Olivia, I don't know that I can do that."

"Can you just go out with us and see where things go? Just give it a try and see what happens?" she's basically begging me to relent and give it a shot.

I want Olivia so badly. Is it possible to put aside my reservations and take a chance? To see if we can make this work as a unit of three men dating one woman.

"Does this mean when you're asking me to dinner that they'll be there too?"

"Yes." Her voice shakes and I know she's afraid I'm going to say no. "This is our fresh start. All of us. But I think the only way to know if it's going to work is if we all jump in headfirst and see what happens."

"Okay, I'll do it for you, Olivia. But I can't promise that I can share you with them."

My mind wanders to what it would be like as a couple made up of four people. Would they expect us to all have sex together? Would Grady and Kipp expect to fuck me as well? This is all too much to think about. Could I just sit there and watch someone else fuck my girl? If I were to answer the question at this moment, probably not. I feel like I might rip their arms right out of their sockets if I saw it happening. Olivia is mine. She has been since the night I met her. I don't want to share her, but will I do it to avoid losing her?

"That's all I can ask," she tells me, her sweet voice reminding me how much I love her.

Reaching up, I massage my temples, trying to ease the headache that is building.

"What do you have in mind?"

"I was thinking we could do a fun activity to start off and just get used to being around each other. We could ride together, then we could split up to shower and change for an early dinner. I'd need to get ready for the shoot I have tonight, anyway."

"Okay, what time?"

"Can you be ready in two hours?" she asks.

I can't help but burst out laughing. That's one thing about Olivia: she doesn't beat around the bush. When she wants something, she pounces.

"I can be ready."

"Come on guys, it's fucking mini golf. It's not like you're having to hit the ball from the green," Olivia teases and as I look over at Kipp and Grady, I see the same emotion written across their faces that I feel. Love. One hundred percent love.

How could they not love her? She's the perfect woman.

My eyes lock in on her ass, her leggings hugging it as she bends over to retrieve her ball from the hole. My hand goes to my cock, gripping and adjusting it. There's no way I want anyone to see my hard-on. I take a second look over at the guys and their eyes are also locked on her ass as they adjust themselves.

"Okay boys, the next hole is the last one and I'm whooping all three of your asses."

"I see our Ollie isn't a graceful winner." Kipp chuckles.

"She isn't. You don't even want to see her on a game night at home. She's ruthless," I add in, amazed at how easy today has been.

We've all had our hands on her in some way, even giving her soft kisses, and strangely, it hasn't bothered me as much as I thought it would.

"Don't be haters because you're not as skilled as me," she gloats, and we all laugh.

Today has been good.

We finish up the last hole and watch as Olivia does the most uncoordinated winner's dance I've ever seen.

Could this be our life? Could we be able to coexist harmoniously in this type of relationship?

"Okay, Van's taking me home to shower, then we're going to meet at Calvani's in two hours for dinner. After that, I need to go do a boudoir shoot for a new client."

"Sounds good." Kipp steps up to her, slipping his arms around her waist, and pressing his lips to hers.

She lets out a little moan. Grady steps up to their side, slipping an arm behind each of their backs. Kipp and Olivia break apart and Grady takes her mouth with his.

Fuck, this shit has me turned on. What the fuck is wrong with me? That's my girl and I'm fucking getting hard watching the three of them make out.

Maybe, and that's a big maybe, I can do this. I can have the girl even if I have to share her.

"Okay, we need to go if we're going to make the reservation," I remind them.

Kipp and Grady step back from her and interlock their hands. "See the two of you in a little bit."

Stepping over to Olivia, I place my hand on her back and guide her out the door of the building.

We part ways as we exit. Kipp and Grady go to the right and Olivia and I go left toward my truck.

Once we're inside, I let out a sigh. I'm alone with her again and fuck I want her.

"Hey, do you want to just shower at my house?" she asks. "You still have some clothes there, but I'm sure you still have your emergency bag in the back in the toolbox with spare clothes."

I shake my head because Olivia knows me so well.

"I'd love that." Reaching across the console, I squeeze her hand.. This feels so right, like home. We belong together.

It doesn't take long to get to her apartment from where we played mini golf. Pulling up to the curb, I push the gear into park and turn it off.

"Shall we shower?" she jokes, opening the door and stepping onto the sidewalk.

I don't say a word as I get out, walking to the back and unlocking the toolbox.

We head inside, hand in hand, she opens the door and drops her keys in the basket on the table just inside of it. "We'll need to drive separately to dinner, since I have that shoot."

She starts walking toward her bedroom, pulling her shirt over her head as she goes, leaving me standing there in bewilderment.

"Are you coming?" She looks over her shoulder.

"You want me to shower with you?"

"I wouldn't be asking if I didn't."

She keeps moving down the hall, dropping her shirt to the floor, and I jog to catch up with her.

Olivia, naked in a shower? Hell yeah. The only thing I could want more right now is to have my cock buried deep inside of her.

Olivia pulls down her leggings, putting her plump ass on display. I lift my finger to my mouth and bite it. Fuck, she wasn't wearing panties.

"Olivia, you can't tease me like that. I've been hard as a rock all day looking at that ass in those leggings and now I get to see it without anything covering it."

She steps out of them and turns to face me, her pebbled nipples on display, and her chest rising rapidly—Olivia's as turned on as me.

"Then take me," she husks, and it's all I need. My hands go to my pants, undoing them as I slip my feet out of my Hey Dudes, sliding my jeans and boxers down my legs until they drop to the floor and step out of them. Taking hold of the hem of my shirt, I pull it over my head and toss it to the side.

My girl wants me and I want her. That's all I care about.

Stepping closer to her, I take hold of her hips, gripping them tightly as I pull her to me, crashing my lips down on hers.

"I want to fuck you so bad, Olivia."

"Fuck me then."

"Get on the bed on all fours. It's going to be fast. I've gone too long without you."

There's a nagging thought in my head that the last time I had sex was with Barbi, when she raped me. A small ounce of anxiety hits me, but I don't want to let it take over, so I push it down. I will not let Barbi have that control over me.

Olivia pulls away from me, crawling onto the bed, shaking her ass for me.

God, what a fucking view.

Climbing up behind her, I run my fingers through her folds, finding her already soaked and ready. I grip my cock, giving it a pump before lining it up with her hole and thrusting inside of her.

She lets out a strangled cry, and I take hold of her sides. "Too much?"

"No, it's perfect. Fuck me!"

I pull out up to the tip and slam back inside. The guys may be waiting a little, because I plan to thoroughly fuck my girl.