Now open your eyes

“Yeah,” I agreed, nodding.

Diane and my dad joined us for lunch, and unasked questions lingered in the space between the four of us. What now? When am I leaving? Will I be leaving at all?

Ollie’s hand slid to my bare thigh under the table as he reached for his tea, listening to my dad talk about the remodel he wanted to do in the kitchen. All I could focus on was the way his fingers dragged along the inside of my thigh, rising higher and higher …

“What do you think, Mia?” Dad asked.

My head snapped up, and I tried to lift my heavy lids. “mhm?”

“I prefer white cabinets,” Diane interjected.

I moved my sweater over my lap. “Yeah, white sounds good.”

Ollie tilted his head to face me just as his fingertips reached my panties. I let out a whimper when his thumb scraped across my sex over the thin material. “Mia, are you okay?” he asked with a smirk.

“Mhmm.”

His finger pressed against my clit. “What about your kitchen?”

“My what?”

“Your kitchen back in Surrey. It’s small, but we could do white if that’s what you like,” his finger dipped beneath the hem and trudged through my slit, and my thighs clenched as I grabbed my Dr. Pepper off the table and sucked from the straw, “or would you prefer open shelving?”

The soda sprayed from my lips as my hips jerked forward.

“Mia!” Diane exclaimed, but I was too focused on Ollie’s skilled and slender fingers, making love to me under the table as we all sat around for lunch.

“Excuse me. I think I left my phone in Ollie’s car,” I slid my eyes to Ollie who wore a smug grin, “Give me six minutes.”

I got up from the table and hurried in heels through the restaurant and toward the parking lot, hoping Ollie would follow. It was mid-day, and I shivered against the wind in the vacant parking lot, pacing beside Ollie’s hatchback. The sun shone high above as Ollie walked toward me with his hands in the pockets and a mischievous grin rising on his lips.

He walked past me toward the woods.

I spun around. “Where are you going?”

He turned to face me but continued to walk backward. “We have five minutes left. I don’t have time to admire you. Now, hurry up, I haven’t got all day.”

I leaned forward as a laugh escaped before jogging up behind him.

Ollie had unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt by the time we reached a field behind a layer of woods. In a swift motion, he picked me up and laid me over the grassy bed of flowers, and pushed up my dress and my thighs apart. Hooking my panties, Ollie yanked them to the side, and his flattened hot tongue dragged through my soaked sex as a moan escaped the both of us. “I’m going to come from this alone,” he whispered, then pushed two fingers inside me and curled. Over and over, his tongue stroked my clit. My hips bucked against his mouth, and I fisted flowers around me, pulling at their roots from the sensations threatening to erupt.

Ollie pulled his hand away to release his stretched cock, fisting it between us while lapping his tongue over my entrance. My head jerked back, and I raised my hips, aching for our co

“Stop talking, Ollie,” I cried through another mind-altering thrust.

“Not into the dirty talk, either?” He smiled against my lips, his hips rolling torturously, grinding to the wild tune we created. A moan came up from my throat as he ground into me again, and I tried to shake my head.

Ollie’s fingers dragged down my thigh and gripped my ass as he took me deeper while his other hand caressed my forehead with his thumb. I tasted myself on his lips as our tongues collided, and his mouth moved from mine, down my jawline, to my ear. His breath hit, and my core clenched around him.

“I feel you, Mia,” he whispered as I met his every grind.

Ollie sat up, eyes heavy and gaze licking over my body down to where we were co

With my body sedated and knees relaxed and parted, Ollie took his sweet time, kissing the insides of my thighs, my core, my sensitive clit, and licking my wounds as the field of wildflowers surrounding us danced with the brisk wind. I jerked against his warm tongue as he built me up into another climax. He was relentless and utterly shameless in his addiction, and his lips moved delicately against me, painting an illusion we had all the time in the world. Because with Ollie, time didn’t exist, and nothing else mattered.

Mia and I walked back into the restaurant, hand in hand with her delectable flavor skipping on the tip of my tongue. I picked a white flower from her hair as we sat at the table and averted the eyes of Bruce and Diane with a smile lingering over my face. One I couldn’t shake.

“Get your phone?” Diane asked, all-knowingly.

“I must’ve left it at the house.” Mia waved her hand in front of her and eyed the food that had arrived while we were gone. “Oh, man. This looks so good.”

Diane rolled her eyes and sifted her fork through her coleslaw as Bruce remained quiet.

My phone buzzed, and I pulled it from my pocket to see it was Travis. He had been silent since I’d sent him a message to only contact me in case of emergencies, and this was his third time calling this morning.

“Excuse me. I have to take this.” Answering, I stood back up. “Yeah?”

“I’ve been trying to reach you, where have you been?” Travis’s tried to get out through short breaths.

“Mia had court this morning,” I explained, taking a step outside to the side of the building. “What’s going on? Is everything okay?”

“No, Ollie. Things are not okay. I’m bugging out over here. Dex isn’t fucking around. They fucking killed him, Ollie. They killed him to get to you. If you don’t come back and give him what he wants …”

“Slow down, who’s gone?” My gaze darted around until it found Mia eating on the other side of the window. “Who did Dex kill?”

“Oscar. He was shanked last night at High Down. Your brother is dead. Now, I don’t know if he believes you two were close, but it was a fucking message. They can take anyone anytime they want. I don’t know what to do, Oliver. They don’t have your address, but I’m still packing up Summer and going to stay with her mom for …” his words fell into the back of my mind. The mobile shook in my hand, and the steady gaze I once had on Mia grew blurry.

My brother was dead.

Oscar was dead.

“Ollie, are you there? Are you hearing what I’m saying?” Travis shouted into the phone.

I dropped my head back and moved my fingers over my temples. “Yeah.” I couldn’t say more. My emotions betrayed me over a brother I’d once loved but learned to hate, but still always assumed he’d become this changed man one day, that I could help him change.