Chapter 44 – Pretending You Are Mine Novel

SILAS

In case you were wondering, there was no recovering from “Oye, my dick.”

The text messages ran cold after that, and any chance we had at a nude pic vanished. Not that I wanted one. In a weird way, Posey did me a favor by writing “Oye, my dick” because I wanted to drive her away, and that about did it.

Now that I’m walking into my apartment, knowing she’s here working out, I’m dreading every second of seeing her. She’ll definitely give me shit for killing the buzz. But at least I’m not walking in here to a sexually charged Ollie, ready to pounce. Nope, she’s probably as dry as the f**king Sahara Desert after oye, my dick. I think everyone is dry after that.

Not to mention, I can’t get the feeling of my penis on Posey’s knee out of my head.

I’m all sorts of f**ked up, and I know the one thing that I need is some peace. And the place I find most peace is in the sauna.

After setting my bag and keys down in the entryway, I head to my bedroom, where I strip out of my clothes and wr*p a towel around my waist. My mind immediately flashes to my penis and Posey’s knee, and I mentally curse my disturbed brain.

I go to charge my phone just as a text lights up the screen. Wondering if it’s Ollie, I cl**k on it but see that it’s Hornsby.

Hornsby: I gave it an hour, but I can’t f**king take it any longer . . . Taters and Posey were wrestling naked together, and I walked in on it. Taters’s penis was on Posey’s knee, and they both liked it.

Jesus f**king Christ.

I pinch the bridge of my nose and take a few deep breaths. My phone dings, and I mentally prepare for what’s to come.

Pacey: Uh . . . what?

Holmes: Like . . . they were both naked?

Posey: NO! Taters was naked. I was respectful enough to put on underwears.

Taters: I was about to put on my briefs. Also, only a child calls it underwears, you nitwit.

Posey: Do you really want to call me names after what we went through together . . .

Pacey: It seems like there’s meaning behind those ell*pses.

Hornsby: There was meaning throbbing between the two of them on the ground.

Taters: F**k off, there was no throbbing.

Posey: The eggplants beg to differ.

Pacey: What eggplants? Your eggplants?

Holmes: I’m really f**king confused.

Hornsby: I believe they were in the midst of a sexual tryst.

Taters: For the love of God.

Posey: HA! Taters wishes. He couldn’t handle me.

Hornsby: Seems like he handled you just fine . . . owning you with his penis on your knee.

Posey: I will admit to the group, I thought his penis felt nice. Honestly, it’s made me look at bologna in a different light.

Holmes: I can usually handle these text chains, but sorry, I’m out.

Pacey: Levi, I think you need help.

Hornsby: I keep hearing skin slapping together.

Taters: There was no f**king slapping!

Posey: Why do I hear it too?

Taters: That’s it. I’m out too.

I set my phone down and leave it on my nightstand as I exit my bedroom.

Sauna, that’s what I need. I need the f**king sauna to clear my mind.

I glance through the window on the gym door, and when I see that Ollie isn’t there, I heave a sigh of relief. Looks like oye, my dick really did scare her off. Pleased and also humiliated, I walk into the gym and head straight for the sauna, where I turn it on. I consider removing my towel but then think better of it, just in case Ollie shows up.

I take a seat and stretch my arms across the upper bench as the heat starts to seep into my skin.

This is exactly what I needed.

I shut my eyes, let out a deep breath, and then sink into my seat just as the door opens.

F**k . . .

“Funny finding you here,” Ollie says.

I slowly open my eyes and see her standing in front of me, a fresh soap smell coming off her, wr*pped in a towel.

“Uh . . . hey,” I say. “Get your, uh, workout in?”

“I did. And I took a shower but then thought, you know, I would love some sauna time.”

“Well, if you want to be alone, I can leave.”

She shakes her head. “No, you’re exactly who I want in here.” And then, she lets her towel loose, and it falls to her feet.

Hell . . .

Looks like oye, my dick didn’t scare her at all.

My mouth goes dry from the sight of her—naked, gorgeous, and so f**king perfect in every goddamn way. I’m useless. Completely and utterly useless as she walks up to me, leans forward, and p**sses a light k**s to my l*ps.

“Mmm, I missed these l*ps,” she says as her hand touches my th**h. “And I missed the way you smell.” She draws her hand inward. “And I missed the way it feels when you possess me with your voice.” Her hand strokes along my bulge.

“Ollie,” I groan.

“Tell me you don’t like that,” she says as she palms me.

Involuntarily, my legs slightly part.

“Making more room for me?” she asks as her thumb glides over my stiffening c**k.

“Ollie . . . I . . .” F**k, I can’t think when she’s stroking me over the towel like that.

“You what?” she asks as she rests one knee on the bench and brings her br***ts up to my mouth. My l*ps part, and she gently places one of her n**ples right on my lower l*p.

I s**k her in.

“Silas,” she m**ns. “I love your mouth.” She lifts up and brings her other leg to the bench, where she straddles my lap.

Immediately, my hands fall to her h*ps, where I keep her firmly in place.

“Tell me you love my tits.”

I nibble on her n**ple for one second only to remind myself not to give in. But . . . f**k, they’re so perfect. “I love them,” I admit.

“Good,” she says as her hands fall to my shoulders, and she starts to lightly rock her h*ps over my lap.

Too good. Feels too f**king good.

My head falls back as I ask, “What are you doing?” It’s a stupid question because I know exactly what she’s doing.

“I’m not messing around anymore,” she says as her hands climb up my pecs, her nails digging into my skin. “I’m voiding the contract. I don’t want you as pretend anymore.” She brings her hand to the back of my head and r*bs her n**ple along my l*ps. I part them and s**k in the hard nub again. “I want you for real, as mine. I’m claiming you.”

Claiming me.

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