by V. T. Do
I stood inside the empty home and could feel the slight tremors running up and down my legs and the dampness of my palms. I wasn’t even this nervous taking the bar exam.
My phone pinged with an incoming text. I looked down at the screen and read her message.
Late.
Olivia was usually punctual, but not today.
And my nerves were getting the better of me. Was I too presumptuous? What if she wasn’t anywhere near as ready for this as I was?
It wasn’t that I expected her to pack up everything from Max’s place and move in with me right away, but I wanted her to know that this was here for her, whenever she was ready.
I paced around the empty house, imagining what I would do and how I would go about filling this place up with furniture. Surely Olivia would like a voice in the matter.
And she would get it.
Hell, she could paint every room in this place pink and I wouldn’t mind as long as it made her happy.
I nearly dropped my phone when it rang.
Taking in a steady breath, I answered. “Hey.”
“Hey, so I just got home. But you’re not here. What is it that you wanted to show me?”
I smiled at the excitement I heard in her voice. My girl liked surprises. She wasn’t one of those girls who pretended not to love getting presents. No, Olivia was like a little kid on Christmas Eve when it came to surprises. I could almost imagine her jumping up and down.
“Why don’t you come outside, sweetheart. I’ll be out in a second.”
“You’re here? How come I didn’t see your car in the driveway?”
That was because I had parked in the garage. “Just come out.”
“Okay, okay. I’m going.”
I ended the call and put the phone away, my stomach feeling like it was about to drop all the way down to my feet. I let out a small sigh that turned into a laugh in this big empty house. I was being ridiculous. I felt like a fourteen-year-old boy again, about to see a pair of tits for the first time. But I was far from that boy.
I don’t think I had ever been that boy. Not since I had my innocence stolen from me.
Shaking away the depressing thought, I left the house through the front door. I didn’t close it all the way, seeing as I would be returning with Olivia shortly.
And there she was.
Her back was to me, as she stood on her driveway, looking out to the street, probably looking for me. But how could she know I wouldn’t be coming from that way?
I hadn’t told anyone about the house. Not even Max.
Especially not Max.
I didn’t want to make him suspicious any more than he already had been, though I knew I would have to tell him sooner rather than later, seeing as I was expecting movers to help me bring my stuff here next week.
I took my time walking over to her, taking in her small form. Her long brown hair was down today, the ends curled slightly inward.
I knew without looking at her that she didn’t have a lot of makeup on.
Though she had been doing better, I still hadn’t seen her with her face fully made. Not that she needed it, but I knew the bubbly girl I fell in love with liked playing with makeup. And now that wasn’t the case anymore.
She shivered slightly when a strong gush of wind picked up, swaying her hair a little to the left. I took off my jacket as I neared her and put my jacket on over her shoulder.
She startled a little before turning to me, a wide smile already on her face.
“Hey, where did you come from? I didn’t even hear you.”
I bent down and kissed her neck, and she tilted her head to the side, giving more access to the soft skin there. We shouldn’t do this here, I knew that. Anyone could see us. But I couldn’t help myself. Especially when she let out a tiny whimper when I brought her sensitive flesh between my teeth, giving her a gentle bite.
I was always careful not to mark her in any way. Olivia could be careless at times, even if she didn’t mean to be. I didn’t want Max to see a hickey on her neck. No matter how badly I wanted to mark her.
“Let’s get you inside,” I told her.
“Okay. But you should know, Max only went out to buy groceries.”
“That’s okay, sweetheart. And I want us to tell Max soon. But before we do, there are some things I need to tell you first.”
And hopefully, these things won’t be the thing to break us. Please, let us be strong enough not to break.
I pulled her a little tighter against me as I lead her to the new house. I knew she was expecting me to bring her back to her house, but she didn’t say anything when I led her to the house next door.
Once inside, I closed the door shut behind us and locked it. It was still daytime outside, although it had been cloudy all day, so the house wasn’t as lit as I had hoped when I showed it to her for the first time. I knew she’d been here before, but this would be the first time she saw it as a potential place for her.
I let go of her and watched as she silently took it all in.
It wasn’t big by any means. There were four bedrooms, three-and-a-half baths, an open floor plan with a family room, a dining room, a living room, and a huge kitchen on the first floor, along with a small home office. The basement was finished, and this house had been updated recently with dark hardwood floors, stainless steel kitchen appliances, and a Swedish red patio in the backyard.
It was a family home.
And I wanted to build my family here with her… next to my brother’s house.
I had long since accepted that Max and Olivia would always be close. That as much as she needed him, he needed her as well.
“Would you like a tour?” I asked from where I stood by the front door. I hadn’t moved from that spot since we got in, wanting her to take in the whole house without my input or interference.
She turned to me; her expression closed off. “You brought the Jenkins’ house?”
“Yes,” I answered slowly. What would I do if she hated this?
“It’s right next door to Max.”
“I know that.”
“Why did you buy a house, Mason?” she asked quietly.
Didn’t she know? Could she not see how desperate I was to keep her? To build a life with her? To possessed her in every way possible.
“Can’t you guess?”
She gave a tiny shrug. “Perhaps. But I don’t want to sound presumptuous.”
I walked over to her, grabbing both shoulders and turning her around until she was facing me. She wouldn’t meet my eyes, and in one of those rare occasions, I didn’t know what she was feeling or thinking.
“Look at me,” I said, my voice stern.
Slowly, she moved her gaze up and met my eyes. “You can’t be presumptuous, not when it comes to things like this. I wouldn’t have shown you the house if I didn’t want to share it with you. I wouldn’t have brought the house next to my brother had I not known how much you loved and needed him as well.”
“You bought this house for me?” she asked, her voice whisper soft.
“I brought this for us. I should have asked you first, I know. But I wanted to keep this a surprise. But if you don’t like it, or if you feel like we’re rushing into things, you can still live with Max, for however long you want. I’ll be here, waiting for—”
She flung herself onto me. She was such a tiny little thing, I normally wouldn’t have a problem catching her, but she surprised me, and I felt myself stumbling a bit before I was able to right us.
“Sorry,” she said, her cheek reddening right before she buried her face in my chest. I tightened my arms around her just a little bit more.
I shook my head, smiling. “I’m guessing you like this?”
She pulled away slightly, and I liked how animated her brown eyes looked then. “Like it? I love it. I can’t believe you did this for me.”
And then she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down for a long, hard kiss. Olivia was usually so shy, she rarely ever initiated a
ny contact between us. But I liked it when she was like this.
I liked how confident she’d gotten since the first time. That her past abuse hadn’t ruined her like it did me. I could still remember the years after I came home from the hockey camp. How promiscuous I had been. My way to assert control over my own body, I supposed.
For Olivia, it was different. If she was reserved when it came to things like sex before, she was even more closed off after. She couldn’t even wear makeup for the first couple of months, so afraid other men might look at her and think she was silently asking for it somehow. And that wasn’t her fault.
It was the way rape was treated in our society. The victims—the women—were usually to blame. They were either viewed as an accomplice to their own assault, or worse, an aggressor.
As if they had asked for it.
And I hated that.
I hated that there was even a chance Olivia had entertained the thought that it was her fault the bastard hurt her.
But now, she was confident.
And bold.
She once told me I wasn’t allowed to make decision for her about her body, even if it was under the logic that I was doing so to protect her.
And I got that.
Everything we’d done or hadn’t done so far was under Olivia’s power. Ultimately, it was her decision to either keep things the way they were or to speed things up, like she was doing now.
Her fingers worked at the buttons of my shirt until she got to the last one, then she pushed it off me. I briefly pulled away to pull her shirt off, then her bra. My hand automatically curved around one tit.
God, I loved her tits.
I could spend the rest of my life worshipping them, like my own personal religion. And I would be a devoted follower, no doubt about it.
Her breathing grew laborious as she worked my pants off of me. I helped her pulled them down, along with my boxer briefs, and kicked them away. Her hungry eyes took in every square inch of me, stopping on my engorged cock, right before she licked her lips.
With a groan, I pulled her in close to me and kissed her.
I kissed her like this was a dying man’s last wish. Kissed her like the desperate, desperate man I had become under her gaze. Kissed her like she was wholly mine—and she was, no matter what.
I could never let go of her now.
I was unworthy of her. My tarnished hands should have never touched someone so pure. So innocent… so young. And even though I knew it since the very beginning, I couldn’t help myself. I was a monster, but this monster was made to love only one woman.
And I loved her with everything in me.
I pulled off her black legging, along with her panties, loving the wet spot she left behind. We both looked down and stared at it, Olivia letting out a tiny, embarrassed sound.
My eyes met her, and I smiled a little. “Don’t be embarrassed about this, sweetheart. It drives me crazy knowing how wet you get before I even touch you.”
And then I cupped her mound, loving the feel of her soft flesh against my rough palms.
Olivia grabbed my shoulders for balance as I began to move over her slickness, a soft moan escaping her lips right before she took her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Mason. I want you. I want you inside of me. I’m ready,” she said breathlessly.
I paused for a quick second before going back to moving my hand, to driving her insane. “Are you sure, baby?”
“I have never been more sure of anything in my life. Please. I really need you.”
I leaned down and kissed the skin on her neck. Her palms tightened around my shoulders. “Okay. But let me get you ready first.”
“Oh, God. I don’t think I can be anymore ready than I am now.”
I offered a small smile. “Are you sure?”
I entered a single finger inside her tight hole, loving the way she clenched around me. I could feel the barrier of her virginity there, and knowing I would be the only one inside her spoke to a primal part of me. It was taking everything I had not to pound on my chest and scream to the world that this girl was mine.
Mine to take, mine to keep… Just mine.
I added another finger, and finger fucked her slowly. Our eyes met, but when I increased my pace, her head moved forward until it rested on my chest, and I knew if I wasn’t holding her up with one hand around her waist, she would have fallen down.
Her nails dug into my skin, and I knew she was close when I felt a slight tremor coursing through her body.
“Come for me, Livie. I want to see you fall over the edge.”
Like always, she came from my command, as if she couldn’t help herself. I loved how submissive she was in the bedroom. I loved how beautifully she followed my commands. Like she was made specifically for me.
Our sexual chemistry was insane. Though I had enjoyed sex before, it was never like this. I never felt like I could lose control with just a single kiss, but that was what Olivia did to me.
I pulled out of her and watched as her arousal clung to my fingers. Her eyes were open, and she took me in as I brought my fingers to my lips and licked her arousal clean off.
I looked around the empty room. It wasn’t exactly an ideal place to have sex, especially for your first time since there wasn’t any furniture, but I knew Olivia didn’t want to wait.
Hell, I didn’t want to wait any longer.
I gently pulled her down to the floor and laid her out before me. She looked up at me, a world of trust in those dark brown eyes of her. Trust I never wanted to betray. Trust I never wanted to go away.
You might not have a choice in the matter.
My heart clenched in my chest, and it took everything in me to ignore it. I wasn’t going to dwell on the past. Not now, with my future laying there in front of me. I wasn’t naïve to think my past would go away just because I ignored it. Especially when it was entwined with Olivia’s… and she didn’t even know it yet.
But right now, with her, I wanted to turn off all those horrible voices claiming me to be the sinner I knew I was.
“What’s wrong?” Olivia asked, cupping my cheek with one hand.
I shook my head, shaking away the self-doubt and the horrid thoughts. “Nothing at all. I’m right where I’m supposed to me.”
“Good.” And then she pulled me on top of her. I rested my weight on my elbows on either side of her, taking her in. She moved her foot up and down my calves. “Make me yours, Mason.”
I leaned down and kissed her.
“Baby, let me go grab the condom in my wallet.”
I made a move to get off her, but her arms went around my hips, keeping me in place. I shot her a questioning look.
“I’m on birth control, and I trust you,” she said.
My arms trembled as I looked down at her. “Are you sure?”
She nodded, pulling me down for a hard kiss. I quickly took control, and she opened for me, deepening our kiss while I reached down with one hand for my cock, squeezing the tip harshly to keep from losing it before I directed myself to her drenched entrance.
Olivia pulled away from the kiss and looked at me.
“Are you with me, baby?” I asked. I didn’t want her in the past with him. I wanted her here, with me.
She smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I’m with you.”
“Good.” And then I moved in, inch by inch, stretching her out. My arms shook a little from the strain, as I tried to control myself from plunging into her completely. She felt so good around me, and I wasn’t even all the way in yet.
“How does this feel?” I asked, when I got to her barrier.
“It feels okay. Just do it, Mason.”
“Not until I know you’re with me. I can stay like this for as long as you need me to. Just tell me when you’re good.”
She let a small exhale, her eyes closing briefly before opening again and looking at me. Then she smiled, and my breath caught. “I’m okay. You can move again.”
I leaned down and kissed her rig
ht before I pushed through. Olivia tensed beneath me and pulled away from the kiss, tears springing to her eyes and falling down at the corners.
“Shh, baby. It’s okay. The worst part is over now.”
I kissed her all over her face before taking her lips back to mine. She was still tensed beneath me, but the longer I held the position, the softer she became.
I continued to kiss her until she kissed me back.
Sweat poured over my skin as I held still, my cock throbbing inside of her. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could stay like this, but then Olivia moved her hips against mine, and I let out a soft groan.
“Hold on, baby. Don’t move around so much.”
“Why?” she asked, and her voice had breathless quality to it.
“God.” I buried my face in the crook of her neck. “You’re killing me.”
“Mason. I need you to move. I’m okay now. And I don’t want you to hold back.”
I shook my head and pulled away.
“How are you feeling?” I asked again.
“Achy. I need you to move or I might murder you.”
Even strained, I couldn’t help but let a small chuckle.
I moved out slowly at first, before going back in. Olivia wrapped her arms around my neck, a world of fascination in her eyes as she took me in. When I increased my pace just a little bit more, her eyes glazed over and she clenched around me.
“Oh, God. Don’t stop, Mason.”
“I wasn’t planning on it.” At this point, I wasn’t sure I could even if I wanted to. My control was slipping before my very eyes. She felt so goddamn good around me.
When she arched her back, pushing her chest against me, I moved my hand down between our bodies and played with her clit.
She wiggled against me, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes closed as she gave into the sensation. After a while, her brows furrowed a bit, and I knew she was close. I moved my hand away and brought it up to her face, tucking in a soft strand of brown hair behind her ear.
“Look at me,” I said softly.
She opened her eyes and smiled and my breath caught. And then she wrapped her legs around my waist without a conscious thought, as if this was the most natural thing in the world, and right now, with her, it felt like it.