If Rory hadn’t fallen in love with her at first sight, it would have happened right there, lying in the center of her bed in that ritzy as hell apartment. He was so fucking deep in love with her, he was never going to reach the bottom. The rest of his life would consist of sinking, down, down, down, further into love with this girl. Olive. His Olive.
“Talk to me,” he rasped, running his palm over the valley of her side, resting it on her hip. “Tell me about school. Tell me about the last book you read. I want to hear about every second you spent away from me today.”
She snuggled closer, the peaks of her tits pressing into his chest hair, and Rory stifled a groan. “Um, okay. While I was in class today, I…was in deep, deep concentration—”
“Good girl.”
“—listening for your bike engine to come back.”
“Ah.” He tucked his tongue into his cheek. “Shit. Sorry.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Nope, definitely not.”
They shared a quiet laugh, their bodies pressing closer, her bare feet tucking between his calves, her warm pussy resting against the bulge behind his fly. Hell and heaven fucking collide. There wasn’t a chance of Rory keeping his right hand from sneaking over her hip to grip that sweet, little butt, molding it in his palm.
“Um.” Color stained her cheeks. “The last book I read was called You Are a Badass.”
Rory raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t see that coming,” he drawled. “Did you find out you already are a badass?”
“Yes. But it never helps to learn new tips and tricks.”
“Maybe.” Rory used his grip on her backside to grind her against his lap, taking her mouth in a no-bullshit kiss. When he freed her mouth, he was pleased to find her panting. “Look, Olive. I know I’ve had some issues with you being so young.”
“Really? I didn’t notice.”
“Quiet, badass.” He slapped her tush and swallowed her resulting gasp with his mouth, drawing her into a kiss that had them both moaning. “Yeah, I made your age into a problem, but I want you to know…it isn’t one, anymore. You moved here alone, set up this place exactly how you wanted it. You’re going to school and making friends. You’re killing it for any age, sunbeam.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Am I allowed to be proud of you?”
“I’ll allow it,” Olive said haltingly. “It’s really nice, actually. Having someone be proud of me.” She paused. “I know I should be grateful to my parents…the channel allows me to live in a place like this and go to school without worrying about loans, but sometimes I think I’d wish it all away just to hear them say I’m doing a good job.”
The sadness in her voice shredded his insides. “I’ve never had a whole lot of money, Olive, but I know there’s no amount that could replace time with you. Proud of you? I’m blown away. As far as I’m concerned, you got here on your own—and thank God you did.” He swallowed. “My family can be yours. Me, Andrew, Jamie, Jiya. You’ve already got me, but there’s an us, too, when you’re ready.”
“Thank you.” Olive blinked a few times, dipped her head and lifted it again. She smiled, slinging a leg over Rory’s hips and straddling him. “Now this,” she breathed, looking down at him from beneath weighted eyelids. “…is badass.”
“Oh yeah?” he asked, following her lead and changing the subject, because he sensed she needed to. “Depends what you do from up there.”
He lifted her with his hips—and Olive let out a yelp of pain.
Rory jackknifed, his heart firing up into his throat. “Oh my God. What happened?” He ran his hands over her body, searching for injury, his pulse drumming in his ears. “Please tell me I didn’t hurt you.”
“No, it’s fine.” She clasped his face between her hands. “It’s fine, it just turns out…well, I wasn’t expecting it, but I’m just a little, uh…sore. Tender. Down there.”
“Jesus.” He scrubbed at the pain in his chest, but that only made it worse. “Wait here. I’m going to go throw myself off the balcony.”
“Would you stop it?” She laughed, pushing him back down onto the bed, locking their lips together and gradually pressing their lower bodies together. As if he wasn’t consumed by enough guilt, his cock reacted to the warm pressure of her pussy like a fucking torpedo preparing to launch. “It’s just a little sore, but…I still want you,” she murmured, gently rolling her hips. “Really bad.”
Rory twisted his fingers in the sheets and waited for his eyes to uncross. “Are you sure, sunbeam? You’re not just saying that because I’m hard? Because I hate to break it to you, it’s like that any time you’re around.” He waited until she met his gaze. “We don’t have to do a damn thing. I will lie here and hold you. It’ll be more than I could ever ask for.”