March 13

Oliver Ryan was leaving me.

Tomorrow, I would resume my last semester of college after a much-needed spring break, and I looked forward to graduating in May. But for the first time in my life, I would be utterly alone. Yes, I was a grown woman—at least in theory. I was capable of making my own decisions. I’d been doing that since eighteen, when my mother decided to follow her heart—and her latest fling—to Italy. Of course I could live alone.

But I didn’t want to.

I watched Oliver lug another suitcase to the front door, shoulders bulging and arms straining through his tight gray T-shirt. I chewed my lip, fighting panic.

For the past three years, I’d had two anchors in my life: my brother, Shane, and his best friend, Oliver. They’d taken me under their wing after my mother had skipped the continent. They had been protective and supportive, in some ways more nurturing than Mom. Most special, they’d always been there for me. Vice versa, too.

Then, nearly four weeks ago, Shane had fallen asleep at the wheel after pulling double shifts at the hospital and hit an embankment. He’d died instantly, just shy of his twenty-ninth birthday. Since then, Oliver and I had been dealing with his funeral, his estate…and the never-ending nightmare of grief. I still couldn’t believe it. The three of us had enjoyed such a wonderful Valentine’s Day together. None of us had anyone special in our romantic lives, so we’d watched goofy movies and gorged on candy. Of course, I’d had to pretend I wasn’t ogling Oliver…

Two days later, my brother had been dead.

I’d thanked God every day since then that Shane hadn’t suffered and Oliver had been my shoulder to cry on, my hand to hold, my rock. I’d gotten by without completely falling apart because the stiff-upper-lip Brit I’d come to know and adore had been beside me.

An hour ago, he’d informed me he was moving back to London. He was leaving tonight.

Shock still pinged through my system.

I wanted to beg him to stay. But if returning home would make him happy, how could I be selfish? He’d more than done his duty after Shane’s death. Staying in the house where we’d all lived as a mismatched family of sorts must hurt Oliver the way it pained me. Shane’s absence felt like a black hole, sucking me under when I least expected it.

I had to let Oliver go, move on. Be happy…without me.

Shane had bequeathed me his house, which had been paid off in the event of his death. I’d also inherited my brother’s life insurance money, which would help me finish school debt free. I had a roof over my head and I’d never worry where my next meal was coming from. I was smart and I had been maintaining most of the household responsibilities for years. I’d survive alone.

But somehow, I knew my life would never be right again without Oliver Ryan. Maybe I’d lost Shane so recently that Oliver leaving now hit me with too much too fast. Or maybe I would miss him so much because in many ways he was my best friend, too.

“You’re really going tonight?” My voice trembled. “And you’re not coming back?”

He thrust long fingers through his short brown waves, then flicked his blue eyes in my direction. After a quick glance at my face and a discreet peek lower, he looked away with a terse nod.

I glanced down at myself. Crap, I was still wearing exactly what I’d slept in: tiny pink boy shorts and the matching pale tank top, almost transparent from years of washing. I winced. Oliver could probably see my nipples. And with the morning chill, the hard peaks poked the cotton. I’d had these pajamas since I was a kid. They were too tight, and I should trash them, but I loved the soft things. I could put on a robe. After all, me flashing Oliver obviously made him uncomfortable. No surprise since he probably saw me as his sister. He’d behaved like my second big brother for years. But after we’d settled Shane’s affairs, Oliver had begun pulling away. In the past week, he’d grown so distant that I worried he’d leave without a word if I dashed away, even for a minute, to find cover.

Secretly, I’d always wanted Oliver. I’d never thought of him like a brother. Yeah, what woman didn’t crave a tall, muscled, self-assured Brit? But Oliver was so much more.

I was desperate to know why he was in such a hurry to return to London now. Had he fallen for a woman when he’d flown across the pond to see his family last summer? If he had, he hadn’t said a word. Then again, he’d never confided in me about his sex life. I knew he had one. Women talked, and I’d heard the sound bites. He’d been hailed as amazing and talented…and kinky.

I was jealous. I had no right to feel that way, but the hard knot in my stomach every time I thought about him with someone else hurt.

“My flight is at five-thirty this evening.” He hazarded a glance at me again, then cursed under his breath. “It’s for the best, Kayla. You’ll be fine without me.”

With that clipped assurance, he brushed past me and headed toward his bedroom, presumably to collect another of his suitcases.

You’re wrong.

I didn’t speak the words, just squeezed my eyes shut and resisted the urge to cry. Once he boarded that plane, I’d be completely alone. Sure, I had friends, but Oliver was the only person left in the world I really counted on. And I didn’t want to think of his departure as him abandoning me, but it felt that way.

Dejected, I made my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair. Selfish or not, I scoured my head for a plan to make him stay. He could be happy here, I was sure. Or at least I could persuade him to explain why he was going to leave me forever and refused to let me come with him.

Two minutes and sparkling white teeth later, I still had no ideas. After tearing out my sloppy ponytail, I quickly swiped a paddle brush through my chestnut hair. The thick curls hung over my shoulders, cutting dark swaths over my tank and ending at my waist. Oliver had said once that he liked it long and loose. Okay, it was a lame start, but until I could figure out why he was leaving the house, job, and people he’d enjoyed for the last three years, I had to think of small ways to make him happy.

A moment later, he appeared in the doorway to the bathroom, looking red-faced and infuriated. He clutched my cell phone.

“Where did you find that?” I frowned.

“In the kitchen. It dinged, so I picked it up.” His expression turned hard. “What the hell happened last night?”

“What do you mean?” I croaked. “I went to a party.”

“What kind of party? What is this?” He thrust the screen in my face.

The image there made a wild flush heat up my face. I blinked at him. He didn’t show disapproval or disappointment, like Shane would have. But he was undeniably angry. I wasn’t sure what to think.

“My breasts. So?”

“Your naked breasts. Someone named Justin texted this to you. Did he touch them?” Oliver glanced again at my chest.

He, like Shane, had always been my watchdog. He’d kept the players and the losers at bay. Probably why I was still a virgin. But his displeasure seemed more than merely protective.

“No.” I shook my head. The caress of my hair across my sensitive nipples nearly had me reeling. “Why does it matter?”

He ignored the question and shoved my phone on the bathroom counter. “Who did?”

What the hell? “No one.”

Oliver clenched his jaw, his gaze flickering down to my breasts once more. He pushed my hair over my shoulders, down my back, and stared. My nipples tightened again. There was no way he could fail to notice. I swallowed, wondering what he was thinking.

“Are you lying to me?”

I shook my head. “A group of us played a game of strip poker. You know I’m terrible at cards. I’d had a little too much wine. I wasn’t the only one who lost her clothes. Amanda got all the way down to a thong and…” I shrugged. “Justin must have snapped that picture of my boobs when I wasn’t looking.”

I hoped it wasn’t currently circulating on social media, but my more pressing concern was Oliver. My answer didn’t calm him at all.

“Take off your shirt. I intend to check you for bruising and whisker burn.”

“What?” I reared back. Let Oliver see my bare breasts right now? “If someone had touched me, why the hell would you care? I’m a big girl.”

“Do it, Kayla.” His jaw clenched. He didn’t sound at all like my second big brother, but a jealous lover.

I began to wonder… Was he demanding to inspect me simply because he thought someone else had manhandled me, or because he wanted to see my breasts for his own pleasure?

That notion turned me on. My pussy clenched.

I walked my stare down his body—wide shoulders, a muscled chest, lean abs, narrow hips—and a thick erection tenting his pants.

If I showed him my breasts, would he see me as a woman?

I could play this safe and keep insisting no one had touched me. I could tell him it was none of his business. Or I could be daring and try to tempt him enough to stay.

Panting, heart pounding, I crossed my arms over my middle and grabbed the hem of my tank top. Quickly, I swept it off my body.

Gaze fastened on my breasts, Oliver let out a rush of breath. “Kayla…”

My heart pounded. “Yeah?”

He swallowed, then seemed to recover his wits. He held out his hand. “Give me your shirt.”

I placed my tank in his palm. My mounds felt heavy. My nipples were drawn so tight, they ached.

“Come closer.” His voice shuddered.

I didn’t know why. Whatever the reason, as long as I kept him occupied, he wasn’t packing a bag or getting on a plane.

With my heart beating madly, I stepped so close to him that I could see every hair of the dark morning stubble covering his jaw and the rapid pulse at his neck. I glanced down discreetly through my lashes. His cock was not only still erect, but even bigger than before. I’d done that, and the sight of him aroused—for me—made me so wet.

Then he dropped my tank top on the counter beside me and raised his hand. His warm palm cupped my right breast. The fingers of his other hand traced some of the delicate veins under my pale skin, drawing closer and closer to my nipple but never actually touching it. The ache between my legs grew unbearable as he repeated the process with the other breast, but this time, his thumb slipped over one hard nipple.

I couldn’t help it; I moaned.

“You like that?”

“Yes.”

He hesitated. “Justin didn’t do this to you?”

“No.”

“Did he fuck you?”

“No,” I swore.

“Good.” He sounded relieved.

“Why? Do you want me to be alone?” I asked as he caressed my breasts again. “Despite what you and Shane have always thought, I can’t be a virgin forever.”

Eventually, I’d find the right man to have sex with. But I really just wanted Oliver…

He swallowed, frowned. “I know. But your brother and I taught you to save yourself for someone who loves you and will value your gift. You should be adored. Justin is a worthless wanker who won’t care a whit about you the next day. You must know that. When I leave, I have faith that you’ll make the right choices for your life and your body.”

I bit my lip. Oliver knew me well. Despite what I’d said, I wouldn’t go to bed with a guy just to say I’d finally had sex. Maybe I was living in a fairy tale, but I really did want my first time to be special. I wanted to be with someone I loved.

Like Oliver, who suddenly stared at me as if I fascinated him. He caressed my breasts so reverently I nearly cried.

Why would he touch me this way if he was leaving? The question frustrated me, made me madder than hell. “Well, now that you’re packing up and heading out, you don’t have to worry about me anymore. I’ll find someone to take my V-card. I’m an adult, so it’s not like saving it is a big deal anymore.”

“It fucking is.” Oliver shook his head as if he was praying for restraint. “Christ. For that remark, I should spank your ass so red you won’t sit for a week.”

I sucked in a breath, wide-eyed. Three years ago, that threat would have sent me running for cover. Oliver was the sort of man who meant what he said. If he threatened, he followed through. But today, I wasn’t scared. In fact, I liked the idea of his hand on my ass. My pussy clenched again.

“Yeah?” I said breathlessly. “What else do you want to do to me?”

He feathered his thumbs across my sensitive nipples in tandem. My knees buckled. And when he pinched both tips lightly? Tingles zinged through my body. Slowly melting, I sucked in a breath and fought the urge to beg him to touch me more. I forced myself to wait for his answer because this was Oliver. Despite his heavy erection, I wondered if he could really desire me in return.

One of his warm hands left my breast and skated down my waist, over my hip, to settle there and bring me closer. I could smell a hint of toothpaste on his breath.

“Have you let any of those tossers you’ve dated kiss you, Kayla?”

I swallowed. What would he do if I told him the truth? “A few.”

He scowled as if my answer pained him. “Did you like it?”

I’d wanted to, but… “It was all right. But clearly, no one has blown my panties off.”

I suspected Oliver could.

His blue eyes softened. “Kissing can be wonderful. Someday, when you find a man you care about, one who knows what he’s doing, you’ll love it.”

I had a man I very much cared about standing right in front of me, and the thought of kissing Oliver made my body throb in arousal. I swayed closer, pressing my aching breasts against his chest. “What about you? I’ll bet you know what you’re doing.”

The second the words left my mouth, my heart careened out of control.

Oliver groaned. “I shouldn’t kiss you, Kayla.”

“Please.” I was begging him. “Just once.” My lips tingled. Everything in my body flushed hot. Even my skin seemed too tight. And the ache between my legs was relentless. “You’ve already touched my breasts.”

“Are you bloody trying to kill me, little girl?” His voice sounded rough with need. That excited me even more.

“Is one kiss asking so much?” I clasped his T-shirt in my fists and tilted my face under his.

He hesitated for a long moment, his eyes searching mine, nostrils flaring, jaw rigid. Then he grabbed me by the nape, holding me immobile, and slanted his lips over mine. He didn’t merely kiss me. He seized my mouth, tongue stabbing deep. He possessed me, almost inhaling me with his hunger. I kissed him back with everything I felt because this was so much better than any of the fumbling boys I’d dated. His kiss was confident and carnal and mind-blowing.

He gripped my waist, caressed his way down to the contours of my hips, then yanked me against him so he could knead the cheeks of my ass and notch his erection against my barely-covered pussy. I cried out, but he swallowed the sound with his ferocious kiss, nipping at my lips and sampling me with his tongue before delving back inside.

Oliver had his mouth on mine, and I felt utterly owned.

Helplessly, I threw my arms around his neck and drowned in sensations. His free hand captured my breast again, toying with my nipple. I sweltered at the possessive feel of his touch.

Suddenly, he pulled away, panting raggedly. “Do you like kissing now?”

“When you do it, I love it,” I confessed. “Will you do it again?”

He closed his eyes, gripping me even tighter. “I shouldn’t.”

“But I want you to.”

Oliver cursed. “Kayla, no. Stop me now. Push me away.”

I didn’t. Instead, I pressed a soft kiss to his lips, inviting him closer.

His resistance ran out.

With a groan, he reached between us and cupped the vee between my legs. Through my thin underwear, he rubbed in beguiling circles. “You’re wet.”

“It’s your fault,” I breathed as Oliver pressed harder against my cunt.

“What the devil…” He frowned.

“What’s wrong?”

He grabbed the waistband of my boy shorts and shoved them down to my thighs. His eyes bulged. My knees wobbled. The air felt thick.

“You shave?” he croaked.

I trembled under his stare. “Yes.”

“If you’ve never had a lover, why?”

I’d once overheard him and Shane talking about women. Oliver had said he preferred a woman bare. He was still staring at my naked mound with a hungry gaze, looking as if he intended to eat me whole. More heat suffused me, and the ache between my legs cranked up, tightening unmercifully.

The hand he’d stroked over my underwear clenched into a fist at his side. The lights of the bathroom were bright, and as I shifted my weight from one leg to the other, I could feel how wet I was. There was no way Oliver couldn’t see it.

“Do you like it?” I whispered.

“You look so sweet,” he choked out as he eased his fingers toward me, then brushed my bare flesh. “So wet. Oh,” he groaned out. “So smooth and pretty.”

I bit my lip—and decided to take a risk. If I wanted this to continue, I had to. “I did it for you.”

His gaze flashed up to mine. “Did you?”

Before I could answer, his fingers parted my slick folds. He found my clit and rubbed slowly. Under his sure touch, I felt as if I was coming undone, unraveling from the inside out. Unconsciously, I spread my legs wider.

“Christ.” He swallowed and eased the tips of his fingers into my virgin hole. “I shouldn’t do this, but you feel so incredible. Silky and hot and… I can’t tell you how many fantasies I’ve had about touching you.”

As soon as his words made it past the pleasure reeling through my brain, I gasped and grabbed onto his arms. “You’ve wanted me?”

As if speaking the question brought him back to his senses, he jerked away. “Why do you bloody think I’m leaving? Shane would’ve had my balls for feeling this way about you.”

Oliver couldn’t leave because he worried what my brother might have thought. I refused to let him.

I reached out and grabbed his erection through his trousers. He groaned long and low, like he was in pain, but his expression filled with pleasure.

Oh, wow. His cock was so thick I could barely get my hands around it. And as I started to stroke him like I’d heard some of my friends talk about doing to their boyfriends, I could feel how long and strong he was. I panicked a little. The times I’d masturbated, I’d had trouble getting more than one of my own fingers up there. How would he shove all of this inside me? Would it burn and sting as he battered his way deep?

I knew from talking to my friends that my first time would hurt, but I didn’t care. Oliver would make it good. He cared about me, and I was willing to do anything to make him stay.

Pressing my mouth to his and slipping my tongue inside, I unbuckled his belt and reached for his zipper.

He grabbed my wrists. “Kayla.”

“Please. I want you, too. Stay here with me. We’ll make it work. We’ll be like…a new family.”

He stared deep into my eyes, indecision raging. Finally, he cursed and ground his mouth over mine again, tongue plunging in ravenous strokes as he tweaked my nipples again. He stole my breath and my mind as I continued to work my way into his pants, then breached his briefs.

Just before I could grasp his cock, he grabbed my shoulders and held me at arm’s length, panting hard. “You don’t understand how badly I ache for you. How I feel about you. I’m not good for you. You should experience life before some bloke like me ties you down.”

I ignored his speech and set to work on the buttons of his shirt. “Why can’t I experience life with you?”

He brushed my hands away. “I’m already possessive about you. When Gavin asked you out last month, I wanted to break him. I’d like to gouge Justin’s eyes out simply for looking at your breasts. If you give me your virginity, I’ll consider you mine. I’ll have you naked and flat on your back every chance I get. I’ll be inside you constantly. Kayla, I won’t let you go.”

His words burned fire deep in my belly. I could picture him with me, on top of me, pushing his way into my body again and again, making me his. My heart picked up speed. But I wondered… Did he really mean it? Or was he merely trying to scare me off?

“If I said yes, would you go back to London?”

“If you let me fuck you—even once—you’ll never be rid of me. You will belong to me. It sounds caveman, and I don’t care. I’ll be deep in that cunt every day. Several times a day. You’ll want to go out with your friends, go to more parties, have fun. Flirt with other men.” He shook his head. “I’ll throw you down, kiss you breathless, and fuck you until you’re too exhausted to move. You’ll miss everything you should be experiencing just out of university. Because I’m a selfish prick, guilt won’t stop me from reaching for you in the middle of the night and working my cock into you. Then again when you try to sleep late on weekends, I’ll be waking you to take more of me. I’ll be merciless. Nooners will always be on the menu. Dinner will get cold a lot. And I won’t care because I’ll be too insistent to make you remember who you belong to and too determined to have you scream my name.”

With every word, my clit throbbed more until I thought I would explode. Everything he’d described sounded a lot like my fantasies.

“If you’ll stay here with me…” I whispered. “Then yes to everything. I don’t need bars or parties or other guys. I want you. Yes to all of it.”

“Damn it, are you listening? You’re a fever that makes me burn. I’ll ruin your life. I’ll take everything you have to give and always want more. I’ll shove my cock down your throat and make you learn to take me so deep, my load will never even hit your tongue. Before you’ve had time to catch your breath, I’ll be turning you around and bending you over to work my cock into that sweet ass, too. I’ll enjoy every squeal. Your pleading won’t have any effect on me. I’ll have you stripped and my cock filling one of your perfect little holes all the time. You’ll beg me for mercy. But when it comes to you, I have none.”

I was certain he meant all of that to sound terrible. Instead, it only fueled my desire and resolve to keep him here with me. Flames of need licked at my clit. I liked the idea of being utterly at his mercy and of him wanting me so desperately that he couldn’t stay away.

“I’m still saying yes,” I whispered. “I want you, Oliver. I always will.”

“You don’t understand. There’s more.” He raked his hand through his hair. “I don’t want to be that bastard who robs you of choices. I couldn’t bear for you to hate me.”

“Hate? I’m the one asking you for more. You’ve been half my world for the last three years. With Shane’s passing, I realize just how important you are. How much I care. I’m not ready to lose you.”

“You’ve thought of me as your brother.”

I shook my head. Would he be shocked? “I tried to…but I haven’t thought of you that way in a long time. I want you. I trust you.” I gathered my courage. “I love you.”

He grabbed the back of my neck and jerked my face close to his, our lips brushing. “Oh, fuck. I love you, too, little girl. That’s been my dirty secret for years. But will you still love me if you’re graduating college pregnant? If you keep saying yes, that’s what I’ll want.” He eased back, raked a hand through his hair. “You get your degree in seven weeks. I’m twenty-nine, Kayla. I want to make you mine in every way and start our future now. I want children immediately. Shane’s death taught me there might not be a tomorrow. If you let me in your bed today, you’ll likely accept your degree already expecting our baby. I’ll fuck you constantly to make it happen.”

Maybe planting his seed was another show of his possession. I loved that actually. The idea of having Oliver’s baby thrilled me. My dad left when I was three. Other than Shane’s funeral, I hadn’t seen my own mother in years. I craved roots. I’d always hoped to have a big, loving family. The idea of starting a new circle of life with Oliver, the man I trusted and adored above all others, appealed to me.

True, twenty-one was sooner than I’d imagined having kids, but I would have a degree in a handful of weeks. I could look for a work-at-home job, perfect for after I gave birth. If Oliver stayed and we became a family, I’d be the happiest woman on earth.

“Yes,” I whispered. “I want everything you want. Please. Now is the perfect time to lose my virginity. You’re the only man I’d choose to give it to.”

Oliver closed his eyes. “Think hard about what you’re saying. I’m not proud of how I feel. I’ve been fighting this, taking cold showers every morning, and jacking off every night. I feel wretched for wanting you so badly in every way. But I’m being brutally honest. How will you feel being knocked up by your brother’s best friend?”

“I’ll feel blessed to have created a little miracle with the man I love. Don’t feel guilty for your feelings. I’ve had them, too. You’ve been here for me for years, supported and cared for me. Let me give some of that love back to you.”

He was silent for such a long time that I feared he’d decided to be noble and walk away. I couldn’t have that. I had to be bold and brutally honest, too.

I reached into his underwear and grabbed his cock. Oh god, it was thick and soft-skinned, but it felt like holding heated steel. “I want you to push every inch into my virgin pussy and make me yours. I want you to come inside me. Love me. Stay with me.”

He grabbed my shoulders. “Be certain. No condoms or pills. You’ll take all of me deep inside of you, where I belong. Every single time. There will be no going back.”

Sure, we could have waited to get pregnant, but why? I loved the idea of tying Oliver to me in every way, of holding our son or daughter, feeding our baby from my breasts, then setting him or her down for a nap while he wrapped me up in passion again.

I smiled nervously, but euphoria filled me. I knew Oliver would fill my heart as thoroughly and well as he would my body.

“Can we start now?”

He hesitated a long moment. “Have you eaten breakfast?”

Was that a yes? “Tea and a protein bar.”

“Thirsty?”

Even now he was seeing to my comfort, and it touched me. I shook my head. “Horny.”

Vicious need tightened his dark features as he yanked my panties up, then tucked my hand in his. “If you’re sure, let’s go. I need to be inside you.”

His words made me ache and throb. “I need that, too.”

“After I fuck you enough to take off the edge, we’ll move into the master bedroom together. I’ll apologize now. That might be hours.”

A few steps down the hallway, we entered the room we’d soon share. He lifted me to the center of the bed, body taut, as if his self-control was strangling him. “Your first time should be in a bed.”

And I liked this bed. He’d obviously slept here last night. The sheets smelled like him, rumpled and cozy and musky.

Oliver spent a long moment looking at me, and I grew self-conscious, covering my breasts with my hands.

He grabbed my wrists and shoved them flat against the mattress. “Don’t hide or keep yourself from me.”

I blinked up innocently at him.

“You’ll only make me crazy,” he explained. “I’m already halfway there.”

“All right.”

“Fuck, you’re a pretty thing.” He shed his shirt and crawled across the bed, pressing his half-covered body to mine, then thumbed one of my nipples. “Your heart is so soft. Your body makes me so hard. When you pranced through the house wearing that pajama top, I could see straight through it. It was all I could do not to press you against a wall and shag you.”

His words made me tremble. Other guys had tried to talk dirty to me. I’d always rolled my eyes because they’d sounded ridiculous. Not Oliver. His words made me hot and melty.

I started pulling off my boy shorts. He helped me. The instant they hit the floor, he had his hands on the inside of my thighs, shoving them wide apart. He peered close, and I could feel his breath right there.

He thumbed my clit. “Your pussy is lovely. You’ll keep that shaved close for me, won’t you?”

It was a gentle but firm order. “Of course.”

“Mmm…” He brushed up my body and opened his mouth over one of my sensitive nipples, pulling on it, scraping it with his teeth, licking with his tongue. A bolt of electricity connected my stiff peaks to my clit, burning me. I wanted him everywhere. I wanted him now.

But he wouldn’t be rushed. Moving to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment, every pass of his lips over them was a bit rougher and more demanding. The sucking, pinching, flicking, twisting, and scraping aroused me like crazy. I could feel the juices weeping from my cunt, wetting the insides of my thighs, but still he kept on, moaning, his mouth growing more urgent.

“Oliver…” I panted. “No more. Fuck me, please. Make me yours.”

“Soon.” But for the moment, he didn’t stray from my nipples.

They stung, felt chafed and swollen. I tried to roll away. “Now. No more of that. They’re sore.”

He pinned me down. “Don’t keep any part of yourself from me, Kayla.” His face was full of apology and agonized need. “I like your nipples this way. I need them raw for me.” Then he dropped his hand between my thighs and groaned. “Feels as if you like it, too. You’re drenched. God, I’ve got to taste your virgin cunt. I have to lap up your sweet juices and have them on my tongue. I need to make you come.”

I nodded eagerly and unconsciously spread my thighs wider. His nostrils flared; his eyes glittered with harsh lust. Then he buried his face in my pussy. Nothing slow or subtle. He ate me like a starving man, his tongue devouring every slick surface, savoring my clit. He moaned, and his fingers tightened on my thighs, spreading them so wide, my muscles burned. And he just kept on nibbling, slurping, and sucking on me.

God, I’d never imagined anything like it. Putting my own hands between my legs had never felt this good. I arched and clenched his hair in my hands, but it wasn’t enough. Grabbing the short strands as best I could, I pressed his face deeper into my cunt. “Oliver!”

“You taste perfect. I’ll be spending a lot of time with my mouth on your pussy.”

As he drew my clit into his mouth again, I could feel the tide of heat rising. It clawed and climbed up my body, until I was thrashing. My thighs trembled violently. I cried out.

“That’s my girl… Come for me!”

I did. The explosion burned, pounding and overtaking every part of me. I’d never felt anything better in my life. The pleasure was intense. I screamed. I swooned. As it crested, I nearly blacked out.

I was still catching my breath when I saw Oliver wipe his wet mouth with the back of his hand and grin. Then he ripped off his trousers and underwear.

My eyes bulged. He’d felt huge, and I’d seen other penises in pictures, but never in person. I knew immediately that he was large, especially when he wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked it.

“Kneel.” Oliver pointed to the spot in front of him.

I scrambled to my knees, and he grabbed my hair in his fist and brought my face to his waiting erection. A drop of pearly fluid seeped from the slit at the head. The sight aroused both my curiosity and my pussy. I stuck out my tongue and licked at the moisture.

Oliver groaned and tightened his fist in my hair. “Oh, that’s it, my pretty girl. Suck me deep.”

I did, loving the feel of such soft skin and hard cock against my tongue. I felt sexy and my pussy burned as I lowered my mouth, trying to take as much of him as I could, then sucked my way back up.

He gritted his teeth, then shoved in deeper. “Look at me.”

Through my thick lashes, I stared at him, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, then lapping up another drop of the salty fluid. I moaned. His jaw clenched. He pulled harder on my hair. Pain prickled across my scalp, heightening my senses. Stark hunger prowled across his face. My empty cunt tightened.

“Those innocent eyes are making me harder, girl. And that sweet fucking mouth. You haven’t sucked any other man’s cock, have you?” When I tried to lift away to answer, he snarled and thrust against my throat. “You don’t need your mouth free to answer me.”

Oliver was right, so I shook my head.

“I love that I’ll be the first—and only—man to come in your mouth, pussy, and ass.” He sounded gratified by that prospect. “I promise to keep you so full and satisfied, you’ll never want anyone else.”

I tried to smile up at him, but he eased his iron-hard dick to my throat again. I gagged and broke my rhythm. I knew I was doing it all wrong, and I didn’t want to disappoint Oliver. He would be patient and kind; he always was. But I wanted the pleasure I gave him to be exactly what he needed. I forced myself to inhale and exhale through my nose, so I could relax and suck him deeper.

“God, you’re amazing. I don’t know how I resisted you for so long. I want you every way I can have you.”

I moaned around his length, my taste buds saturated by his flavor.

“Faster.”

When I heard the ache in his voice, I picked up the pace, dragging my lips up and down the thick shaft. My jaw hurt from opening so wide, and he shuttled his way between my lips ruthlessly. His groans of pleasure made the folds of my pussy slick and swollen. I felt so desperate to please him.

His cock twitched in my mouth and swelled. I sucked him even harder. I lowered my head as far down his shaft as I could, my nose nearly touching his dark mound of pubic hair. I could smell his musky, manly scent wafting from his testicles. I cupped them with one hand and drew them up closer to my face for a sniff.

“Fuck, yes.” He stabbed his way between my lips frantically now.

I tried to let him slide deeper. My lips felt chafed, and the muscles of my jaw screamed for relief. But I found something so satisfying about undoing him.

“Take every inch of my cock past your lips, sweet girl.”

He pushed all the way in, holding my face right against his ridged abdomen. He probed my mouth in short, rough strokes. I did my best to keep up. As if he believed I could, Oliver merely cupped my face and thrust deeper.

“That’s pretty, your little rosebud lips stretched so wide around my cock.” He withdrew a fraction, then thrust right back in. “You look so sexy with me violating your mouth and those dark eyes pleading with me to fuck you. I will—as soon as I come down your virgin throat. You’ll be a good girl and swallow everything I give you, won’t you?”

I nodded, then sucked his dick so hard, my cheeks hollowed out. He groaned, tightened his fists in my hair, then fucked my mouth wildly. Spurts of hot liquid splashed against my throat, salty and unexpected. I swallowed all I could.

When the head of his dick hit the back of my throat again, my gag reflex kicked in. I turned my head and gasped. A drop of his come oozed onto my lips.

As soon as I caught my breath, I glanced up at him. He collected the stray drop of semen on the tip of his finger. “Open up.”

I parted my lips for him.

“Stick out your tongue,” he demanded.

I did, and he swiped his finger and the salty fluid across the middle. I tasted him all over again. God, I wanted more.

“Close your mouth and swallow.”

Instantly, I did as instructed, then blinked up at him.

He curled a gentle finger around my cheek and chin before his thumb brushed my lips. He smiled faintly. “So swollen and red. Are they sore, like your nipples?”

“Yes.”

“Excellent. Did you enjoy sucking me off?”

I nodded, squirming to ease the ache in my pussy. I could still taste him. I needed more.

“Stop fidgeting. I’ll put out your fire soon.” He caressed my cheek so gently. “I just need to know… Do you still want to be mine, Kayla?”

“Yes.” I closed my eyes, ready to give him all of me, always. “Please.”

“Did you save yourself for me? Is that why you never slept with someone like Justin?”

“For the last couple of years, I fantasized about you being my first,” I admitted into the hush. “I feel like I’ve waited forever.”

“Fuck, I wanted you the second your brother introduced us. I knew he’d kill me if I touched you. If he were here now, he’d likely castrate me.”

I shook my head. “He looked up to you. There was no one he trusted more. He’d insist on knowing for sure how you felt about me—”

“I love you, Kayla.”

I smiled at him, my heart bursting. “I love you, too. And Shane would be good with that. He’d be thrilled, I think.”

Oliver craned his head to look upward. “You’ll have to get used to this, you big bastard. You hear me? I’m going to debauch your sister.” He leaned down and nuzzled my neck. “I’m going to get inside of you and make you mine always.”

At his vow, my blood turned electric. My pussy flared with desperate pleasure.

He helped me flat on the bed again and immediately began to fondle me. I could feel how swollen my folds had become once more. I was dripping now, my juice spilling onto his fingers.

When he rubbed my clit, I wriggled my hips to increase the friction. “Hurry.”

He pulled away. “Believe me, I can’t wait to bury myself inside you. I’ll fuck you until you scream, then release deep inside you, pretty girl. I’ll flood you with my seed every morning before we go about our day so I’ll be inside you even when I’m not with you.”

His words alone were ramping me up. It might be kinky, but what he murmured was arousing. Possessive as hell. Best of all, I knew he meant it.

“Spread your legs.”

I raced to comply, feeling his gaze all over my breasts and my flat stomach before he settled onto my hairless mound. I showed him my puffy, wet cunt. At the sight, his cock bobbed, getting even harder, the head turning purple. He was thick, and having him inside me would hurt at first, but I just knew Oliver would eventually make me scream in pleasure.

“That’s a pretty girl, with your legs all spread.” He took his cock in hand and stroked it. “Now open up.”

I couldn’t spread my legs any wider. Already the muscles of my thighs ached, and I looked at him in confusion.

“Use your fingers to spread yourself open for me. I intend to see that untouched cunt so I can remember what it looked like before I shoved my cock inside.”

I shivered, melting at his demanding words. I did what he said, parting the lips of my pussy with trembling fingers. He studied me for a long moment, swiping his thumb over my clit lightly, back and forth. Just as I gasped with the rising heat of another orgasm, he fitted the fat head of his cock against my small opening and started working his way in.

My body resisted, my folds really swollen and tight. Oliver wasn’t having any of that. He grabbed my thighs, lifting them around his hips, hugging his muscled body.

“Put your hands over your head,” he insisted.

I hesitated. Once I did, I’d be defenseless. His cock would invade me deep. Now that the moment was here, I feared the pain a little. But I wanted this, wanted him.

Finally, I did as he asked, and a primal approval tightened his face. “That’s lovely. Perfect. Now be a good girl and take my cock.”

Before I could respond, he reared back, then shoved his way into my pussy. On the first thrust, he couldn’t submerge every inch, so he withdrew and took another plunge in. I cried out. The next thrust still stung, but not as badly. Finally, with a mighty shove, my body yielded and took him in completely, gripping him tightly. His balls slapped against my ass.

He tilted his hips and pressed even deeper. “Fuck. That’s it, love. I’ve got every inch inside you.”

I whimpered. “It still hurts.”

“I’m sorry. The first few times will be uncomfortable, but that won’t last. I promise.”

He pinched my tender nipples, tweaking them hard again. As I gasped, he pushed that big cock even deeper into me with slow, deep strokes that had me trembling. My pussy was screaming with the lingering pain, but pleasure built, too. And above it all, I was so happy to be with Oliver, pleasing him.

There was no way I couldn’t move my body as he rocked into me. He threw his head back and stroked hard inside me, hitting a spot that had me gasping and tightening on him.

“I love that I’m finally fucking you.” He palmed my breasts, then pulled on my nipples again. “You feel like silk around me, little girl.”

He picked up the pace, and lightning flared inside me. My pussy started to pulse as he fucked me faster, deeper, as if need was overcoming his self-control. My orgasm was creeping up. He twisted my nipples again. They were so chafed, and the pain hit me before mellowing into a warm burn that seeped right down to my clit.

“Oliver…” I gasped out.

“You like that?”

“Yes,” I panted. I could feel my muscles tensing, my pussy fluttering around him.

He reached between us and flicked my clit again. “Come for me.”

As if his permission freed all the sensations bundled deep within, tightening and growing, it exploded in a bright flare of ecstasy. He continued to work at my nubbin and ground relentlessly into my pussy again and again. A moment later, his body shuddered. “That’s it. Take me. Take. Every. Drop. I. Give. You.”

He drilled into me harder with every stroke, hot jets of his seed spilling so deep in my unprotected depths. I knew Oliver was right; if he kept this up, I’d soon be pregnant.

I smiled as I felt the haze and glow of orgasm overtake me. I’d planned to finish college before getting serious about a guy or starting a family. But Oliver would take care of me. I’d never love any man more. I knew that deep in my heart.

Slowly, he withdrew and crouched over me. As the midmorning sun streamed through the windows, I saw blood. My virgin blood. Then he dropped his gaze to my pussy. As hot come oozed out, he gathered it with his finger and pushed it back inside me as deep as he could. He propped a couple of pillows under my hips, tilting them up.

“Lie there for a bit, just like that. I’ll be back.”

He disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the water running in the sink. I must have drifted off to sleep because when I woke, he’d showered and dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. He pressed a water bottle into my hands and lifted my head to drink. I gulped the cool liquid down. “Feeling all right?”

I stretched like a happy cat. “Great.”

Oliver watched, eyes darkening with hunger when I started to rise. He helped me to my feet.

Immediately, seed ran down my thighs. I looked around helplessly for a tissue or towel, but he shook his head, then shoved a pair of panties on me. It only took a few seconds before I realized that his sperm had oozed onto the fabric covering my pussy, keeping it damp and absorbing his scent.

“Get used to this.” He rubbed a pair of fingers over my cunt, working the wet cotton between my labia, onto my clit. “Now I’ll be with you for the rest of the day.”

My flesh leapt to life. I loved that idea.

I wound my arms around him. “Oliver…”

“Let’s get you moved into the master bedroom now. I’ve already brought in my things.”

“Later.” I rubbed against him and whispered a soft little “fuck me again” in his ear.

He smiled, and it looked suspiciously like gloating. “I’m trying to be thoughtful and let your body recover. You’re tempting me like a naughty girl.”

“I’d rather have you naked than thoughtful.” I batted my lashes.

Oliver laughed. “God, you were made for me. You love the same kinks I do.”

“Is that a yes?”

He sent me a stare full of mock censure. “Behave. I’m trying to tell you something important.”

My smile froze. Please don’t tell me he’s changed his mind… “What?”

“I’ve called my parents and let them know I’m not returning to London. They’re disappointed but they know how I feel about you. They’ve known for quite some time.”

“Are you sorry you’re not going back to London?”

“Are you mad? I was dreading leaving you. I’ve been in love with you for so long that I wasn’t sure how I was going to live without you.” He sighed with regret. “I wish now that I’d confessed ages ago. I worried Shane wouldn’t approve. I worried I’d be too demanding and rough. I worried you’d resent me someday.”

“Impossible. I’ll only love you more.”

My acceptance seemed to make him smile. “Did you have any idea when you woke up this morning how this day would unfold?”

“None.” I smiled, even as he pulled at my sore nipples again. “I’m just bummed that I have to go back to school tomorrow. Are you going back to work?”

“Well, I rang my boss, too. He’s glad I’ve decided to stay. Apparently, he wasn’t looking forward to replacing me…”

That didn’t surprise me. “You’re smart. And a hard worker.”

“Maybe you can skip a day or two of class? I can finagle a few days away from my desk. What do you say?”

I loved the idea and wriggled against him. When he got hard once more, I giggled.

He moaned. “Are you trying to lead me around by my cock or kill me with sex?”

“Both,” I ventured.

“We’ll see who’s laughing in an hour,” he warned with a sensual growl.

I giggled.

“You think that’s funny?”

“No. I’m just happy. I never expected you to make my dreams come true. I love you.”

He stroked my pussy again and groaned when he found it even wetter than before. He tore my panties off, tossed me on my back, then sank his entire length into me. “We’ll move your things into the bedroom later. Right now, I want to show you how much I love you, too.”

Seven weeks later

Graduation day dawned like all the others recently. I woke up to the feel of Oliver sucking my nipples and toying with my pussy. He wanted to fuck me again. Our bed smelled like sex since he’d awakened me twice during the night. I was sore all over but my pussy still cramped with sharp need. I spread my legs for him.

But he didn’t get between them.

“Oliver?”

“Yes, I’m going to fuck you. But I’ve got two presents for you first.” He prodded me out of the bed naked—I was never allowed to wear anything to sleep except the wedding ring he’d slipped on my finger two weekends ago in Vegas—then hustled me to the garage. Inside was a pretty new white convertible with a big red bow. After I squealed and threw my arms around his neck, I slid in and rubbed my bare ass on the gorgeous leather seats.

Oliver promised I could test drive the car soon, so I kissed him as he led me back to the master bathroom. On the counter was a bag from the local drugstore. I knew what was inside before I even looked at it.

“You think…” I turned to him, biting my lip. We’d been hoping and trying, but I’d had a period last month, although abbreviated, so I wasn’t sure.

Oliver just smiled. “I’m almost certain. Go on, pretty girl.”

I rifled through the sack and found a home pregnancy test. I tore into the box, followed the instructions, and what do you know? I was pregnant!

He slid his arms around me, and I caressed my flat stomach, amazed to think that we’d already created life.

“It’s happening. We’re starting our new family, Oliver.”

“I’m so proud of you. You graduated near the top of your class, got multiple job offers, and now you’re going to make your devoted husband a father. You’ve truly become my woman. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I sighed.

“Come back to bed.”

I eagerly complied, crying out when he sank his hard cock deep into me. I moaned as he caressed my belly and pumped into me slowly, kissing my neck.

“You’ve made me so happy, Kayla.”

Me, too. “I have you, Oliver, so I have everything I could ever want.”

He thrust in again, giving me the most delicious friction. “Everything? Didn’t you say you fancied a bit of bondage? I’ve got some restraints and a pair of nipple clamps with your name on them…”

Once upon a time, that possibility might have intimidated me. Now I just moaned. This was my Oliver. He’d always love me well and thoroughly. “I can’t wait.”

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