34. Oliver

34

OLIVER

You think you know someone.

And maybe you do.

Maybe you know how they like their coffee, or that they snort when they laugh too hard, or that they’re a little bit stubborn—or maybe a lot—but still the most positive, upbeat person you’ve ever known.

And maybe you need that part of them, needed that part of them for ages, because you haven’t been inherently upbeat since life changed you.

And you know that about yourself.

But then, you get this person naked and you learn about her other side.

I’m learning that Summer luxuriates in her body.

That when she’s toweled off and dry, she settles into my bed languidly, stretching her hands over her head, her body on beautiful display.

Sure, I’ve thought about having her here, but always in a truncated way where my brain doesn’t let me finish the thought. Where I force myself to swipe the images away.

Now the images are real as she parts her legs for me, slides a hand between them, and glides her fingers through her wetness.

Fuckkk.

I don’t know that I can withstand the hotness, but I’m willing to try. I am goddamn willing to try as I climb onto the bed with her, grab her ankles, and spread her legs wide.

“Let me taste you.”

“But you already did,” she says with a smile.

“I am ravenous, it seems.”

She lifts her hand, runs her fingers across my lips, and I draw them into my mouth, sucking hard, savoring once again the delicious taste of her.

“You dirty, sexy woman. Enticing me with the way you taste so fucking good.”

“I think you like being enticed,” she whispers as a shudder moves through her, gliding along her skin.

I shake my head. “No. I love it.”

I reach for a condom in the nightstand, open it, roll it on, and then push her knees up higher and higher still.

Then I notch the head of my cock against her and push inside.

“Oh God,” she gasps, her back bowing, her eyes fluttering shut.

And that’s another thing I now know.

How the girl next door looks when I fill her. When she takes me in all the way. She looks spectacular, all sex-drunk and needy, her lips parted, her knees hiked up.

Open to me.

I move in her, swiveling my hips, pushing deeper, pulling back, then plunging in again.

Her hands slide up my chest. “This feels so good,” she whispers.

“Feels amazing,” I murmur as pleasure crackles along my spine. “Feels fucking incredible.”

Her arms loop around my neck, her fingers playing with my hair. Even that touch ignites sparks across my skin. “Because it’s you,” I tell her as I pick up the pace, moving faster, listening to her body.

She arches her back, moving with me as we find our pace.

When we do, I bend closer to her, my lips dusting across hers. My shoulders are tight. Tension, exquisite tension, radiates through my muscles as I fight off my own release, focusing on her, only her.

And on the words I just said.

Because it’s you.

Only, that’s not entirely true. This is spectacular, the sex, the connection, the unholy pleasure.

But not because it’s just her or me.

“No, Summer. Do you know why it’s so good?”

“Why?” she asks as she gasps, her voice cresting to a needy cry.

As I move in her, I pull back to look at her face. Her brown eyes are glittering with lust and something else.

Something deeper.

Something far more powerful.

Something that lasts.

I bury my face in her neck, whispering against her ear, “Because it’s us. That’s why it’s so good. Because we’re so good together.”

“Ohhhh,” she calls out, rising up, her hips bucking, her voice catching, her sounds reaching the ceiling. Then she’s losing control, and it’s beautiful—absolutely beautiful and erotic to watch her fall apart beneath me.

And I follow her there, chasing my pleasure to the other side of bliss too.

Soon, I’m lying next to her, panting, sated, drawing lines with my fingertips down her warm skin when my phone rings.

I have half a mind to ignore it, until I realize it’s Jane’s ringtone.

I grab the phone from the floor and answer. “Hi, Jane. What’s going on?”

She clears her throat, and a pit forms in my stomach. “Well, love, it seems that America’s Best Boyfriend is now America’s Fakest Boyfriend.”