Ollie was all sunshine and smiles around a group of people. He was chivalrous and a true flirt. But behind closed doors, he was dark and raw and unforgiving in every single way, and I loved every single second of it.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Ollie
Never in my life had
I acted so feral. I was wild with lust and desire at the sight of Piper opening herself up to me, and I took every single part of her. Her creamy skin and fuck-me eyes. Pair those with her dirty mouth, and I could fuck her every day for the rest of my life, and it still wouldn’t be enough.
Nothing else mattered now that I had her like this. I had her completely. It wasn’t a secret locked away in a dark room, disguised as a one-night stand. This was unforgettable. We did it, and we knew it. This wasn’t something you brushed under the rug. This wasn’t something you came back from.
Piper was mine.
And I hoped she knew it.
Once I pulled out of her and wiped the sweat off my brow, I got dressed and threw her one of my T-shirts. She sat up in my bed, her hair tumbling down her chest, hiding those perky breasts that were in my hands a second ago, and pulled the shirt over her head.
I smirked as I walked over to her, standing at the foot of the bed. “Don’t steal this one, okay?”
Her head tipped down as she took in the English Prep shirt. “I make no promises.”
I chuckled as I climbed onto the bed. Piper tried to sit up straight, but I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her in close. Her warm body snuggled up to me as she fit in the crook of my arm. The bareness of her leg hooked over mine, and for the first time in months—maybe even all year—I felt at peace.
Calm.
Serene.
Like all was right in my world again.
We lay in silence for a little while until our breathing evened out. I listened to the music downstairs and the muffled laughter from the party.
“Do you think next weekend will be the last race?” she asked.
Yes.
“Depends on how much we make tonight from the party. Tank texted and said he’d profited over 5k from the races. So, I think so.”
Piper peered up at me, her hair brushing along my arm. “I was thinking, if we need to make more money, I can ask Andrew to have a party like this. I’d help him, of course. We can make it a themed party. He’s the equivalent to Christian and you, but at Wellington Prep. He could charge $1,000 and people would still probably pay it.” She shrugged. “He’d be down for it. He felt kind of bad after I explained the situation when you threatened Cole.”
I held back a snarl. “There’s no way you’re going to a Wellington Prep party to be around Cole. Not without me.”
She laughed against my chest. “What, we have sex and now I’m yours? How very caveman of you.”
“I don’t trust Cole.”
The vision of him kissing her still bothered me. It felt like tiny shards of glass sprinkling my skin.
“No one trusts Cole. But he wouldn’t hurt me. He knows Andrew would rip his head off. They have a weird relationship.”
Still don’t trust him. “It doesn’t matter. Next weekend will likely be the last race.”
Her head tilted toward mine, but I didn’t look down. “And then what?”
“What do you mean?”
The air between us changed. It grew from warm to cold. “Well…what do you plan on doing about Tank? You’re going to stop racing, right?”
“Right.” I knew I was being elusive, but that was how it had to be, for now.