Chapter 60 – Pretending You Are Mine Novel

“It’s not,” he says, setting his beer down. “Have you forgotten she has a boyfriend?”

“No,” Posey answers. “But things change. Look at Taters. He was with Sarah for over a decade, and that changed.” He glances at me. “Sorry, had to use you as an example.”

“It’s fine,” I say as I k**s Ollie’s forehead.

“She’s happy, and I’m not going to f**k around with that. Now, we can either change the subject, or I can leave.” From the exp**ssion on his face and the dead-set tone in his voice, I know he’s serious. And I have to respect the man. Blakely is not available, and she does appear happy, so I respect the fact he’s not going to chase after her. I shouldn’t tease him, really.

“Ollie turned in her final paper for her internship.”

“What was it about?” Posey asks.

“You guys,” she says, sounding so sincere and full of love. “Talked about your day-to-day journey and what you do to prepare for a season. Talked about the Agitators and how welcoming they are as a team to newcomers.”

“When does it come out?” Posey asks.

“Not sure. I still haven’t heard from my boss about it.”

“He hasn’t said anything to you?” I ask.

Ollie shakes her head. “No, but I guess no news is better than bad news.” She turns to the boys. “He wanted me to do some sort of exposé about the team and the owner, really dig for some dirt. But I wouldn’t.”

“What a dick,” Posey says. “That’s a total conflict of interest.”

“That’s what I said, but he apparently didn’t care.” Ollie sighs. “Oh well, hopefully, he enjoys what I put together.”

“He will.” I k**s the top of her head.

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“I can’t believe you leave again tomorrow,” Ollie says as she comes up behind me in the kitchen, where I’m grabbing a glass of water. Her hands go around my waist, and she hugs me from behind.

“I know. This is how it’ll be for the next few months.” I turn around to face her. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Yes, I’m just going to miss you.”

“Well, if you want, you can stay here when I’m gone.”

She glances around my apartment and then back up at me. “It’s way too big.”

I chuckle. “Then take some of my clothes home with you, so you can wear them while I’m gone.”

“That I can do.” She stands up on her toes and p**sses a k**s to my chin. “Do you ever think how crazy it is that we got here? Ross was talking about it the other day, how happy we are. We’re kind of waiting for something bad to happen.”

“Why would you wait for that?” I ask. “Live in the moment, babe. This is real.”

“That’s what I keep telling myself, but then, it’s nights like tonight when it feels too good to be true.”

I move her back to the counter and lift her up and sit her on it. “What do you mean?”

Her fi**gers move over my dress shirt, and she plays with the b**tons, slowly undoing them one at a time. “Despite Sarah’s interruption, it was nice. Yonny never let me hang out with him and his guys like that. I was never welcome, and tonight, I felt like I belonged.”

“You did belong. That’s how it is, Ollie. It’s you and me. I don’t care who I’m with. I want you there with me.”

She parts my shirt open and tugs on the belt loops of my pants. “When you say things like that . . . that’s what makes me believe this is all too good to be true.” Her fi**gers toy with my zipper.

“It’s not. This is how you’re treated with me, Ollie.”

She sl*ps her hand into my pants and cups me. I place my hands on her shoulders and take a deep breath. f**k. “You realize this is how you’re treated with me, right?” she asks as she slowly massages my balls. “You’re desired. You’re wanted. You’re needed. You’re cherished.” Her hand slides up my shaft and pulls me out of my briefs. “I’m yours, no one else’s.”

Sliding off the counter, she kneels in front of me and pulls me into her mouth. My hands fall to the countertop in front of me, and as she s**ks me into her warm mouth, I have the same thought as Ollie.

This feels too good to be true.

It feels like everything is going my way.

And as my girl kneels before me, I can acknowledge I have the same fears. Sarah believes I’ll get tired of Ollie and go back to her. She is so f**king deluded. But I fear that Ollie will get sick of this lifestyle, see that the grass is really greener elsewhere, and I’ll be left with another broken heart. I just hope to God I’m wrong.

I hope this isn’t too good to be true.

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OLLIE

“Silas?” I groan as I stretch my arms above my head. Light falls into his bedroom from the bathroom, and I glance over to see the door closed.

From the nightstand, I glance at the clock and let out another groan. Six thirty.

Ugh.

I have class this morning starting at eight thirty. Silas is probably getting ready for his away trip since they leave today. Grumbling, I fl*p the warm covers off me, letting the chilly air hit my naked body. I push my hand through my hair and make my way to the bathroom and hear the shower turn on.

I open the door and catch Silas sl*p into the walk-in shower surrounded in black marble tile. I stare at his muscular ass, the divots in the side and the dimples on his lower back. When he turns and lets the water drip down his body, all the way past his dick, my mouth waters. I need him. Even though I had him several times last night, I won’t see him tonight, which means I need to get in as much Silas as I can.

I walk into the bathroom and head straight for the shower. He spots me from the corner of his eye as he’s w*tting down his body, and a sexy smile spreads across his face.

“Morning, baby.”

“Good morning,” I say as I sl*p into the shower. “Can I join you?”

“You don’t even need to ask,” he says as he takes my hand and brings me under the water. “How did you sleep?”

“Okay,” I answer. I push the water over my head and then look up at him. “I felt like I was trying to claw you as much as I could.”

“I could tell.” He k**ses my forehead. “I loved it.”

He squeezes some shampoo into his hand and r*bs his hands together before he gently massages it into my scalp. “When do you leave today?”

“Wheels up at three.”

I close my eyes as his strong fi**gers dig into my scalp. “Then why are you up so early?”

“I woke up around five for some reason and couldn’t get back to sleep. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

He helps me under the water, and I rinse my hair. “It’s fine,” I say. “I’m glad you did. I have two classes this morning, and I probably would have missed my first one if you didn’t wake up.”

When I’m done rinsing my hair, I switch positions with him so he can warm up while I put conditioner in my hair. Being the good man he is, Silas made sure that I had all the products I use daily in his apartment. He washes his hair as I comb through my conditioner. His eyes remain on me the entire time.

“What?” I ask as I set my brush down.

“Just keep thinking about how hot you are.”

“Oh yeah?” I ask as I grab his soap bar and suds up my hand.

His eyes fall to my hands and then back to my face. “What do you plan on doing?”

“Soaping you up,” I say as I reach for his semi-hard c**k and pull it into my hand.

He smirks and then grabs the soap from me and does the same, but to my body. His hands pass over my br***ts before he turns me around so my back is to his chest, and his hands travel up my body.

“Why do I feel like you have something else in mind?” I ask as he k**ses up my neck.

“Because I do,” he answers.

“Then f**k me until I’m too sore to move.”

“Hell,” he mutters right before he nips at my neck, pulling the skin between his teeth and making his mark.

I let him because I wear his markings with pride.

It might look trashy from an outsider looking in, but to me, they’re reminders of who I’m with and why I’m with him.

As his mouth works around my neck, he plays with my br***ts, one of his favorite things to do. He plucks at my n**ples, pulls and squeezes them, and creates such a wave of arousal that I start to move my ass along his erection.

“That’s it, baby. Let me feel that ass against my c**k.”

I push harder into him and rotate as he drags his mouth up my neck. He slides his hand up my throat and then turns my head so my l*ps meet his. It’s a short but passionate k**s, enough to make me want more. He reaches behind him and switches on the handheld showerhead. He rinses off our soap and then brings it to the front of me, right in front of my p**sy, and says, “Spread.”

I do as I’m told, and the water blasts right against my aching c**t.

“Silas,” I m**n.

“Hold this here.”

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