Chapter 142
-ROMAN-
An hour later I was in my room losing my mind.
I could not believe she had sucked me dry.
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Swallowed all of it like a fucking good girl. I had crossed every line that still existed. I had not meant to. I had every intention of pushing her off. The second her mouth touched my cock, it was over. A losing battle. I could not fight it. She felt too fucking good.
Olivia’s mouth.
Soft. Wet. Hot. I would be dreaming about it for months.
I sat on the edge of the bed with my head in my hands and the memory would not stay in order.
The gasp when she first opened the door. The way she came back. The lock clicking. Her dropping to her knees on wet wood like she had decided and I was just the man standing there. The first suck. The look up. That look had ended me. I had told her to get off. Then her tongue had dragged the underside of my cock and I had put my hand in her hair and held her there.
How did I go back from this?
A big line had been crossed today. Not a kiss against a wall. Not a hand on her waist. Her on her knees in a locked outdoor shower, looking up at me while I came on her tongue. Ethan’s sister. The girl I had called unavailable in a locker room. The girl I had raced down the coast to keep away from Luca.
I had let her take me apart.
At this point, I was fucking more dangerous than the F1 driver.
I tried to make the last hour into something I could live with. Strategy. Damage control. She had walked in. I had told her to get out. She had come back.
I had still finished in her mouth.
That was on me.
Frustration stayed hot in my chest. At her. At myself. At the fact that if she opened this door right now I was not sure I would send her away. I could still feel the tight wet heat of her throat. I could still hear the little moan she had put around my cock on purpose. I had come so hard my knees had gone useless.
A knock hit the door.
Ethan’s voice followed it.
I could not even look my best friend in the eyes after what I had done.
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I opened the door anyway because not opening it would look worse.
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Ethan stood there in a t-shirt, grinning like the weekend was still a joke. “Game night tonight. Be prepared to kick some ass. Some redemption for your fail at the net.”
“Yeah.”
He leaned on the frame. “I have never seen you play that bad. What the fuck happened out there? You looked like you forgot sports existed. Tessa is drafting a petition. I told her you drove four hours and the sun fried you. She said the sun does not make a tall man miss a ball that was two feet from his face.”
He was grinning. There was real curiosity under it.
Fuck.
If only he knew.
His sister in a black bikini had ended my ability to see a ball. His sister on her knees had ended the rest of me.
I had her taste in my memory and his trust in the hallway and I was supposed to sit at a table later and pretend the everything was okay.
“Yeah, the sun.”
Ethan snorted. “You were staring into another dimension. I thought you were counting waves.”
I had been counting the sweat between her breasts. I did not say that.
“I’ll be better at game night.”
“You better be.” He paused. “Speaking of strangers. Where is Eden? I thought she might still come down. Separate cars. Whatever you two do.”
Eden.
Fuck.
The PR relationship. The dinner. Tonight.
I had forgotten all about her.
Completely. Not a corner of my head. Not a calendar alert. Olivia’s mouth had wiped the whole arrangement out. I was supposed to be on a date with Eden Hart tonight. Seen leaving a restaurant. Coordinated posts. Instead I was in a beach house I had sworn I would not enter, still feeling Olivia’s hair in my fist.
“She’s not coming,” I said.
“You two good?”
“Fine.”
Ethan raised an eyebrow. “You sure? You have that face. The one you get when your parents are about to call.”
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They would call.
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Helena first, probably. Then Victor. Where are you. Eden’s team is waiting. You do not improvise. I could already hear it. I had skipped a scheduled appearance to drive to the coast because Olivia Monroe threatened to put Luca in a bedroom. Then I had let her suck me off in their outdoor shower.
My phone was facedown on the dresser. I had not looked at it since I walked in with my bag.
“They can call,” I said. “I’m here.”
Ethan clapped my shoulder.
I almost flinched.
“You good?” he asked, catching it. “You look like shit. If you need to sleep instead of game night, I can tell them you have a headache.”
“It has been a long day. But I can make it.”
I knew if I didn’t show up, there was a good chance Olivia might come find me. I could not let that happen.
“We will start when you’re there.”
He left.
I shut the door and stood there, both hands behind my head.
Game night.
Olivia would be there.
What would she be wearing?
I would have to sit across from her and not look at her mouth. I would have to sit next to Ethan and not think about the sound I had made when she swallowed. I would have to pretend the line was still intact when I could still feel her on my cock.
My phone buzzed.
Then again.
I did not pick it up. I already knew the names.
How did I go back from this?
I did not.
That was the truth I did not say out loud.
I changed my shirt, dragged a hand over my face, and went to game night with a family that had welcomed me in, while the only thing in my head was Olivia on her knees.
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Redemption for volleyball.
Sure.
I was going to lose game night too. Especially if she wore a bikini again.
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