Chapter 17


    Scarletts P.O.V


    You nce down at your clothes.


    I should get into something morefortable.


    You groan, pinch the bridge of your nose before you strip down and climb into shorts and a white tee


    before you get to your door.


    Am I going to regret this?


    You nudge out the voice that replies ''yes'' and open your door before sauntering over to Olivers


    bedroom. You reach for the door knob, not even bothering to knock as you enter. He looks up, and you


    immediately blush as you realise he was in the middle of changing


    "Oliver..."


    "Scarlett..."


    Yep, big mistake


    From across the room, you cant help your gaze as it slides down his bare torso, marvelling his


    chiselled abs, following the defined v-muscle that disappears underneath his tight boxer briefs.


    I should say something


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    Despite wanting to fill the deafening silence, you cant seam to conjure up anything smart or deterring.


    Instead, you step deeper into the room and closed the door behind you. His eyes move to the door


    before he averts them back to you.


    He doesn''t question why you''re here. He knows exactly the reason, and despite your constant denial of


    how badly you want him to sink himself into you, you lick you lips slowly, and indulge him once more.


    "So much for me not getting what I want, huh..."


    He walks over to you. You gaze down at the thick bulge in his boxers, and swallow.


    God, I forgot how big he is


    He moves closer to you, and you step back until your back is pressed against his door. He ces his


    hand against the door so his arm is stretched out beside your face, and lets out a deep breath, before


    you see that familiar smirk ying on his lips.


    Clearly its not just what he wants


    You take a deep breath, aware of how that just pushes your breasts against him. He takes a deep


    breath, biting his lip.


    I want that mouth on me


    "Hmmm... how many times do we find ourselves like this? I know you want me to kiss you, I can see it


    in your eyes, and feel it the way you press your body against mine."


    Mhm, now shut up and do it. Do it before mymon sense kicks in.


    You snicker inwardly, and your eyes flutter closed just as he begins to slowly lean forward.


    "Oliver..."


    You moan his name just before his lips connect with yours and you''re ovee with hunger so fierce


    you moan deeply and wrap your arms around his neck. He tastes like beer, as you mould your lips


    together with his, breathing him in, savouring the taste of his tongue as he caresses yours with his, and


    they dance synchronously together.


    He thrusts his hips forward, his hardened cock grinding against your hip as he moves his hand to clutch


    your chin in a firm grasp.


    Oh god... yes. I love the way he''s taking control


    He pulls away, and you groan with disappointment, muttering his nam breathlessly for him to return, but


    instead hr pulls his neck back out of your grasp and turns his head sideways to ce trails of searing


    kisses down your neck to your corbone.


    "Oh, Oliver... that feels amazing"


    "I don''t even have to guess to know you''re wet for me, Scar"


    Well he''s not wrong about that


    You wiggle your hips, urging his hand further down your body as he glides it down your side, squeezing


    your hip.


    "Do you want me to touch you, Scarlett?"


    "Oh yes, god, yes"


    You''re surprised at how needy you sound. The way your body yearns for him to caress your wet centre.


    Just when his fingers circle the edge of your shorts, you hear loud footsteps above you, followed by


    your mom calling your name loudly.


    "Scarlett!"


    Oliver''s hand halts, and you exchange confused nces.


    "I thought you said they were gone for the night?"


    "They were... I don''t know what the hell happened"


    You shove him away, fixing yourself carefully before hurrying out of his bedroom.


    Oh my god! We almost got caught! What the hell... I cant even imagine what would have happened if


    they came home and we were having sex!


    Shaken up, you take a deep breath, open your bedroom door to peer at Bri, before your mother calls


    you from the first floor.


    "Scarlett?"


    "I''ming mom, Bri''s sleeping"


    You attempt to smell your own breath, hoping you don''t smell like booze as you ascend the basement


    stairs up into the foyer where your mom meets you with a look of confusion.


    "What are you doing home?"


    She looks you up and down and quirks a brow usingly.


    Oh shit...


    "I wasn''t feeling too good, so Bri suggested we have a sleepover here."


    She''s not buying it... fuck, fuck, fuck.


    "Oh really? You look pretty fine to me"


    Sighing, you decide to try and flip the situation around on her.


    "I thought you and Kirk were having a romantic evening"


    "We were, but Kirk left his wallet here, so that ruined the hotel stay"


    "Oh, that sucks"


    Your eyes widen slightly as she walks towards you.


    "Have you been drinking?"


    God its like she''s a drug sniffing dog.


    Your first defence is to lie. You shake your head.


    "No, no drinking"


    "Scarlett... I can smell it on your breath. Did you and Bri go out and get drunk tonight?"


    "No, we didn''t"


    "So you got the alcohol here? Am I going to have to start locking shit up, Scar?"


    Your mom shakes her head disappointedly at you, and crosses her arms over her chest.


    "Sometimes, I don''t know what to do with you"


    You shrug.


    She''s making a big deal out of it anyways.


    "Mom, what does it matter, I''m about to graduate anyways"


    "Uh, you''re not twenty-one... if you want to y adult then act like one and abide by thews"


    You frown, clearly agitated as she calls for Kirk.


    "Was Oliver drinking too?"


    You shake your head, hoping Oliver wonte running up the stairs.


    "No, he was asleep when we got here"


    "You drove?"


    You can tell by her high pitched tone that she''s about to lose he shot on you. You hake your head


    fiercely.


    "Rx! We don''t drive drunk... we walked"


    "You better not have. I raised you better than that."


    You firm your lips as Kirkes into the room. He passes nces between you and your mother, and


    furrows his brows questioningly.


    "What''s going on?"


    "Scarlett and Bri took it upon themselves to go out drinking tonight. You two could have gotten seriously


    hurt or in trouble..."


    Well, it looks like I got the trouble thing down. And talk about a cock block...


    "Well, I mean, I did a lot worse when I was her age..."


    You shoot Kirk a surprised look, and watch as your mom gasps and swats his arm.


    "Wow, way to be a role model... and when I''m trying to discipline her too"


    Kirk shrugs, giving your mom a sympathetic look


    "Don''t do it again"


    You nod, and begin spinning on y9ur heel, desperate to get out of there.


    "Hold on a minute"


    Shit, so close...


    "Don''t think I''m not going to be speaking to Bri''s parents... and you''re grounded tomorrow. No hiking


    with Oliver"


    Oh boo... no exhausting walk up a hill for hours on end. How will I survive. Gotta make it look good


    though.


    You frown.


    "Ugh, mom..."


    "No, you will do as I say. Now go to bed"


    dly


    When you get downstairs you nce at Oliver''s door, but ultimately go into your room, ignoring the pull


    deep in your gut that urges you to go back and continue what you started.