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  My hands grabbed onto her hips, and I thrust my pelvis against her, rubbing my hard, trapped cock against her crotch. She moaned softly into my mouth, and I gripped her leg, pulling it up around my waist. We leaned into the door, my body pushing against her and her hips beginning to move against my throbbing bulge. I ran my lips down her neck, kissing her across her collar and massaging her firm breasts through her shirt. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, moaning as I dry humped her against the door. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, and I wanted more. She lifted her head up and reached around, grabbing my ass with both hands and pulling my hips into her, grinding down my erect shaft, pleading to be released from my pants. I groaned softly against her lips, pulling her bottom lip into my mouth and flicking my tongue against it, teasing her, making her want more and more.

  The sound of her whimpers and moans turned me on so badly, I reached my hand down, cupping her pussy, and began to massage it gently. She leaned her body against the door and cried out as I gripped tighter against her wetness. Her jeans were thick and hard to get through, and I was ready to put my hands on her skin. I reached up and grabbed the buckle on her belt, but she took in a deep breath and reached down, grabbing my hand. I looked up, not sure of what her next move was, and watched as she stared me deep in the eyes and started walking toward the stairs, pulling me behind her.

  I watched her tight ass move side to side as we climbed to the second level and walked quickly down the hall to her bedroom. As soon as we were inside, she pulled her shirt over her head, tossed it to the side, and walked quickly toward me, savagely kissing my mouth as she fiddled with my belt buckle. We tore at each other’s clothes, stopping only for a minute as I took her large, bare breast into my mouth and massaged her tit with my tongue. Goosebumps covered her shoulders, and she reached back down, this time carefully undoing my belt and my pants and letting them fall to the floor at my ankles. I stepped out of them and pulled off my shirt, and I watched as she did the same, leaving her standing in front of me in nothing but a pair of black lace panties. Her hands moved forward to my boxer briefs and tugged at the waistband, pulling them down to my ankles before doing the same with her own. Her body was the most perfect thing I had ever seen, and I was completely ready to show her pleasure that she could have never imagined before.

  I wanted her, and I didn’t want to wait another second.

  Chapter 12

  Elana

  Ollie’s hands were soft, softer than I imagined they would be as they moved over my body, touching every inch of me. He scooped me up into his arms and cradled me, walking over to the bed and kneeling down, placing me gently on the covers. He shifted in front of me, gently pressing his hands between my knees and pulling my legs apart. He braced himself with his other hand, still too drunk to keep his full balance. I giggled as he wobbled back and forth, finally stabilizing himself on my legs, pushing them to the side. He leaned back on his knees and reached forward, grasping both of my breasts in his hands and squeezing them tightly. His hands shifted, gently grazing my stomach as he sank down in the covers, his face right above my pulsating mound.

  He slid two fingers up and through my folds, opening me up and staring down at my glistening pussy. He licked his lips and bit his bottom lip before lowering his head down and gently pulling his tongue through my juices. I flung my head back and moaned loudly, feeling every part of his soft, warm mouth against me. He then ran his fingers down and his tongue upward, switching positions as he flicked his tongue against my clit. I cried out louder, feeling his two fingers swirl around in circles before pushing inside of me, his wrist twisting one way and then the other as he disappeared into my folds. I reached up and ran my hand through his hair as my body ground in rhythm with his mouth, fueling the heat inside of me.

  I lifted my hips slightly off the bed and screamed out as his fingers began to move faster and faster in and out of my pussy, my juices dripping down into his palm. His tongue pressed down on my clit and moved in waves, sending pulses of electricity through my entire body. I took a deep breath, not wanting to come yet, not wanting the feeling of his mouth to stop. However, sensing me holding back, he began to push harder and faster, sucking and biting my clit over and over again.

  “Ollie,” I whispered, gasping for a hold. “Don’t stop. God, don’t stop.”

  He continued to fuck me hard with his fingers and his tongue, bringing his other hand up and pushing down on my abdomen, holding me in place as I wriggled and writhed beneath him. As his thumb slid down and assisted his tongue in rubbing me to ecstasy, the fire in my belly exploded, and I arched my chest into the air, clamping my hand into his hair. Waves of pleasure shot through me, sending me screaming into the night as my juices exploded into his hand, his tongue lapping at the taste of my body. Every muscle I had tensed, and my lungs stopped for a moment, feeling the height of my climax racing through my nerve endings. Finally, I let out a deep breath and collapsed into the bed, groaning in pure ecstasy.

  I reached down and grabbed Ollie’s face, pulling him up and toward me, watching as he wiped my juices from his chin. He pressed his mouth into mine and rested his hard, pulsing cock against my stomach, swirling his tongue through my mouth wildly. Slowly, he sat up and reached over the edge of the bed, grabbing onto the edge so as to not fall in the floor. I giggled, covering my mouth, and watched as he pulled his wallet out and took a gold-wrapped condom from inside. He used his teeth to tear the top off and slid the rubber down his cock. He turned back and growled, smiling as he threw himself on top of me, kissing my neck and tickling me. I laughed loudly, slowly becoming quiet as his face drew in front of mine and looked deep into my eyes. Electricity shot through my chest, and I gasped, feeling his shaft slowly pushing into me, my legs falling to the side so that I could feel every part of him.

  Our eyes stayed latched onto one another, our mouths just inches apart as he pushed his cock deep inside of me. I moaned out, barely able to catch my breath as I felt him moving in and out of me. He ran one hand down my side and to my thigh, lifting my leg up to his side and rolling his hips as he pushed and then pulled. My fingers dug into the back of his neck, our bodies intertwining at a rapid pace, and my body aching for more and more. He groaned, closing his eyes and tilting his head down, his hips beginning to pump harder, our bodies connecting loudly and echoing through the room. I pulled my other leg up and moaned, feeling his skin slapping against my clit as his shaft pushed hard and deep.

  Ollie tilted his head back up, reconnecting his eyes with mine, and pushed our open mouths against each other, the sounds of our groaning clashing into each other and sending vibrations into my chest. He gripped tightly to my thigh and opened his eyes wide, moans escaping his throat as his hips moved faster and faster, now with shorter bursts. Just as he pulled back one last time, he growled low and long, thrusting his cock as deep into me as he could. The feeling of his dick pulsating inside of me sent me over the edge, and I latched on to him, screaming at the pleasure that was once again pulsating through me, and at the same time, him as well. My pussy vibrated against his pulsing shaft as he came hard and long, his fingers digging into my thigh.

  He laid there stiff and out of breath for several minutes before picking up his head and pressing his lips against mine. He pulled himself out of the bed and walked into the bathroom, cleaning himself off. I laid there, pulling the blanket up around me, watching as Ollie moved out of the bathroom and back into bed. He laid behind me, pulling himself close to me and wrapping his arms around my waist. I snuggled in, feeling completely content and safe, but realizing that the room was spinning just a bit. I was too exhausted to care, though, and I fell asleep almost instantly in the comfort of my bed and Ollie’s strong arms holding me tightly, thoughts of my night floating into my dreams. I rarely ever drank that much, and the sex was just so damn good that my body was completely spent. I couldn’t remember the last time I laid down in my bed and felt so comfortable and so content that I was fighting to keep conscio
us. It was a really good feeling, and I laid there rubbing my fingers up and down Ollie’s arm, finally letting go of the struggle and closing my eyes. I drifted off into a dreamless slumber, finally, after five years, sleeping so hard that nothing could have woken me up. Well, almost nothing.

  A couple hours later, my eyes shot open, and I felt the sensation that I had to pee badly. I jumped out of the bed and jogged into the bathroom, relieving myself, glad I didn’t have a horror story happen where I wet the bed. That had never happened, and I chuckled to myself at even the possibility. When I returned, I stopped in the doorway, looking around at my empty room. It was completely silent, and yet again, I was standing there completely alone.

  I sighed, walked over to the door to the bedroom, and peeked out, but there was no one there, not even in the spare bathroom across the hall. I grabbed the robe off the back of the door and threw it on, noticing all of Ollie’s clothes were gone off the floor. I made my way downstairs and looked around, but the house was completely and totally empty. Ollie was gone, and I hadn’t felt or heard him leave. I wasn’t even sure how long ago he had left. Had he patiently waited for me to fall asleep before bolting? Or had he woken up like me and decided it was better to leave now that he was sober?

  I turned off the kitchen lights and walked back through the silent, empty house, stopping at the front door to lock the deadbolt that had been left undone when Ollie apparently left. I climbed the stairs, attempting with all my might to try not to let this feeling upset me. I looked on the bedside table, in the bathroom, and on the dresser, thinking maybe he had left me a note, but there was nothing there. I pulled my phone out of my purse and turned it on, finding no texts or missed calls, either. I sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at my reflection in the mirror, feeling like the entire world was crashing down on me.

  Ever since Ollie had come back to town, I had been choking back a complete nervous breakdown. Emotions had been billowing up and over at every turn, and until that point, I had done a really good job at controlling how I was feeling. But there, sitting in my robe, wrapped in the silence of the house, I could no longer hold it in. I put my head in my hands and started to sob.

  It had been so many years of pain and torture since my best friend died, and I had done a hell of a job working past the grief and the heartache that came along with that. I had seen a therapist, gone to grief counseling, and followed every order I was given, but still, I was back at this point. I was naturally shy, not outspoken like Lillie, which made it incredibly hard for me to make friends in the first place. Couple that with the fact that behind my sweet smile, there was nothing but pain; to this day, I still hadn’t made any real friends, not ones I could call and talk to at least. Everything I had, every friend I had in the world, died when Lillie did. I hated the way that people looked at me, like I was going to break at any second. It was a very lonely and cold existence.

  To make matters worse, the one last person I had in my life after Lillie died was Ollie, and he bolted at graduation, not even saying goodbye. If I was being totally honest, Ollie was also the only guy that I ever really liked, which did wonders for my self-esteem and my future dating career. I was just there in Madison, all alone, with nothing but Lillie’s ghost to keep me company and continue to torture me. And yes, by saying he was the only guy I ever cared about, it was true. I had a seriously big crush on him, something that had been there for years, but it was pointless to think about. I mean, in all seriousness, who wouldn’t have a crush on Ollie? He was smart and funny, and he never played stupid games like all the other boys did. He loved with his heart, not his dick, and he treated everyone like they were worth something, no matter who they were. It was the kind of caring that women dreamed of having in their boyfriend’s heart.

  But none of that mattered, ever, because Ollie had belonged to Lillie, and I would have never betrayed that for anything in the world. She was my best friend, my biggest fan, and my sister, and I wanted her to be happy. But what about now? Did Ollie still belong to Lillie? Had I violated her trust, even though she had long been deceased? God, and him leaving without saying a word, what did that mean? I sunk down into the bed and pulled the blanket over me, my dark thoughts depriving me of sleep and taking me deep into the night.

  Chapter 13

  Ollie

  When I woke up in the morning, I wanted to rip my head off my shoulders it hurt so bad. My mouth was as dry as cotton, and the room was still spinning, even hours after my last drink. I hadn’t had a hangover like that in ages, and I wasn’t even sure what to do with it, feeling like maybe hangovers in your late twenties were a bit more difficult to get over than those in your early twenties. There was no way that I was running this morning, and as I pulled myself from the bed, I kicked at my running shoes, stumbling into the bathroom to splash water on my face. I picked up my head and stared at myself in the mirror, barely recognizing the face that looked back at me. It had been an interesting evening; that was for sure. I was able to more than feel it all over my body at that moment. What I wouldn’t have given to have ordered breakfast from somewhere like Mickie’s Dairy Bar: a big greasy plate like the ones I had in college the morning after an extreme bender.

  Then again, even that place had memories that were inextricably tied to my life before. Lillie was everywhere I looked, no matter what I did. She was in the trees, walking down the sidewalk, and in every restaurant or bar I went into, even if she had never been there before. I asked myself every time I went into a place whether Lillie would like the place or not. I almost felt like it was getting a bit ridiculous. I had lost her five years ago, but I was still pining for her, still wondering what she would think and if I was going to damage her memory.

  I dried off my face and walked back into the bedroom, pulling on a pair of pants and a t-shirt and wandering out into the kitchen. It was too early for me to go to work, but I was already awake, memories flooding my brain before I had a chance to actually wake up. Maybe I was fooling myself. Maybe it was just a lost cause. Maybe all of the exorcism thoughts and the hopes for a fresh start were just silly dreams. Maybe I was destined for a life that revolved around suffering and wanting, not love and family. Maybe it was time that I came to terms with everything that happened in my life. Maybe, just maybe, all of this was inescapable. Either way, I had to keep going, trying to get through the days until something came of it.

  I pulled out a carton of eggs and made myself an omelet with cheese and vegetables. It wasn’t very often that I cooked, but I needed to feel better. I needed to get my strength back. I had let myself get carried away, forgetting how hard I had worked and knowing what exactly work did for me. It took away the pain, or at least numbed it enough to make me feel normal for a bit. The truth of the matter was, I was making mistakes, things that I couldn’t take back and things that I knew were going to hurt other people, not just me.

  I should have never slept with Elana. It was wrong, and not because of our attraction, but because she was Lillie’s best friend. She was everything that was left that was good out of the whole situation, and I had slept with her, giving her hope that there was more to me than I could actually ever provide. It was terrible of me. I knew it now, but in the moment, and even upon first waking up, my chest fluttered thinking of her and her soft skin.

  What was I thinking? I had to stop this and stop it now. Of course, Elana was stunningly beautiful, with her amazing eyes, her dark, silky hair, and a smile that lit up the room. She came out of her shell when I came back. I could tell. And for a moment, I felt like I was part of something really special. I felt like I was part of Elana’s life, not Lillie’s, not the past, but actually part of something new and amazing. Then I went and slept with her, killing the idea that I was walking into the future instead of standing still in the past. When I had woken up beside her, feeling the feelings I had felt, guilt took over, and immediately, I started to slip back, feeling almost as if I had betrayed Lillie in some way.

  Elana was not the first wo
man since Lillie that I had sex with, but the rest of the women had been flings, one-night stands to sate my appetite while I was in Phoenix. In reality, I had gone out looking for a specific type of woman, one that I wouldn’t even think about dating, one that was willing to feel passion but only for one night. I was wasted half the time, barely remembering the woman’s name the next morning, only to wake up, grab a bottle, and push them out of my apartment. I wasn’t proud of the man I became when I left Madison, but that was just the cold, hard truth of it all. But Elana, she was my friend, and even more important than that, she was Lillie’s best friend.

  Immediately, a sick feeling moved over my stomach, and I put my fork down, no longer having an appetite. It was as if somehow and some way, I had shit all over everything that Lillie had meant to me. I had slept with the woman she called her sister, as if nothing was wrong with it whatsoever. I felt terrible, but something in the back of mind still wanted to be around Elana, still wanted to feel her next to me in the same way I had the night before. My mind was running circles around me, pushing me with guilt and then relieving me with comfort, only to turn around and do it all over again. Elana had been amazing in so many ways that even as I quietly pulled my clothes on in the dark of her room, I couldn’t help but stare lovingly at her as she slept peacefully in the bed, her black hair sprawled out around her. She had brought life into me, even if it were for only one day and one night. I couldn’t explain it or rationalize it. All I could do was live with that and what I had done.

  Elana had relaxed me with her dry wit and good spirits. She joked in the same way that I did, bringing laughter back into my life when I thought I would never laugh again. Five years was a really long time to be angry, and in that moment, next to Elana, I let go of it. I let go of the guilt and anger and pain that I had been suffering with for so long. It might have come back, eerily creeping in as I slept, but I couldn’t deny that the way I felt the day before was what I hunted for on a daily basis. To feel like a normal man again, not a shell of a man wandering the earth trying to fill myself back up with a love lost and never to return.