Page 63 of In Deep
“It sounds hot,” I admit as my eyes flutter shut.
“I imagine you got them all hot and bothered putting on such a show with me,” Ollie says, tweaking my nipple and making me whimper. “I suspect they needed to release that tension.”
I rock my hips in time to the thuds, visions of Zane and Duncan tangled together making my core clench.
“Do you know how many times I’ve wanked off listening to the sound of you being fucked?”
I gasp. Another vision. This time of Ollie fisting his cock. Hard because of me.
Ollie’s hand slips down to my clit and he gets me off to the sound of his pack mates rutting.
* * *
I’m up and getting dressed when Ollie returns from early morning training the next day.
“And where do you think you’re going?” he asks, hooking his arms around my waist and dragging me towards him.
“My lecture,” I say, closing my eyes as he nibbles my throat. I have a littering of love bites down my neck that I’ve had to disguise under a tonne of foundation.
“I thought we could spend the day together.”
“Don’t you have lectures?”
“Not until tomorrow.” His hand slips under my shirt and brushes against my stomach.
“So you’re free all day?” I murmur.
“I can be all yours.” His hand reaches for my tit and he gives it a squeeze.
I can’t afford to miss a lecture. I shouldn’t do it. I’m having to work my arse off to keep up as it is.
But he’s so beautiful. His scent so delicious. And so I succumb.
“Actually, you know what, I’m sure missing one lecture won’t hurt.”
“That’s settled then. Today, you’re all mine.” He walks me to the bed. “Stay here. I’ll grab a shower.” He grins. “No going anywhere, little mouse.”
When he leaves the room, I text Sophia and tell her I’m skipping today’s lecture. Immediately, my phone rings.
“Hello,” I say when I answer.
“Rosie? Is that you? Or has someone stolen your phone?”
“It’s me, Sophia.”
“But skipping a lecture? Rosie Anderson would never ever skip a lecture.”
“Well, she is today. If anyone asks, can you say I’m ill?”
“No one is going to ask. Half our course skips lectures.” I hear Sophia open and close a door. “And what are you skipping lectures for?”
I shift the phone against my cheek and whisper, “I’m spending the day with Ollie.”
“Oh my god, Rosie. What, like as friends, or …”
“We slept together,” I confess, keen to see how my best friend reacts to this news. If she condemns me, there’s no hope with anyone else.
I hear her gasp. Her footsteps halt. “You screwed him?”
