And, of course, they tried both out right away.
He really has turned her into a filthy pervert.
I don't tell her that I bought Oliver my own set of lingerie (for myself. It's a present for him).
Or that I found a way to get Gabe out of the house for the rest of the night.
With Holden and Daisy on their way out (their next stop is Chase and Ariel's place, though I'm not sure why. Isn't it late enough the kid is asleep?)—
Well…
Daisy doesn't need to know about my plans to fuck her brother senseless.
So I listen to the rest of her story. Trade my own gossip (the Beck loving roomie also loves loud, dirty talk). Let Oliver and Holden join us with fresh coffee.
Then I walk my bestie and her boyfriend to the door, wish her goodbye, take my boyfriend upstairs.
Make do on my plans to fuck his brains out.
After, I fall onto the bed next to him, curl into his chest, let my eyes close.
He traces the lines of my tattoo. The one he did two months ago. And the new one.
ignis aurum probat
Fire tests gold.
Because I'm fighting too. For myself. For him. For us.
Because I'm wildfire and he's strong enough to take it.
I don't know if we'll get married, if I'll end up Daisy's sister, legally speaking. But I know I want him by my side.
For now.
And for later.
And… maybe we'll talk after college.
But, first—"You have another round in you?"
"Already?" He presses his lips to my neck. "I'm not that fast."
"You have a hand, don't you?"
"Two. Last time I checked." He presses one palm into my stomach, pulling me closer. Slips the other between my legs.
"Ollie—"
"Yeah, angel?"
"At least two orgasms, okay?"
He chuckles. "Fuck, I love you so much."