My Girlfriend Olivia: Book 2 | The Tucker & Olivia Trilogy

Tucker

“It is always with the best intentions that the worst work is done.” — Oscar Wilde

Olivia rested halfway over top of me, as naked as the day she was born, her tongue sliding against mine. The wetness pooling between her thighs dampened my leg as she straddled it, occasionally grinding her clit on my skin. Her chest rested against me, and one set of her fingers was lost in my curly skater hair as the other moved beneath our thin sheets, slowly stroking my painfully hard cock. Her palm was nearly soaked in my pre-cum, so it slid along my lengthy shaft with ease.

She knows I require a little more speed most days to finish, so she’s being nothing more than a naughty little tormentor.

“You’re killing me here, Ollie…”

“I thought it felt good.”

“It does. That’s the problem.”

I swear she’s purposely trying to turn me into a one-touch wonder, so the minute I finally get to slide inside her, I explode.

Our whitewashed bedroom door suddenly swung open. Malcolm barged in, holding a sheet of paper. Olivia tore her hand from my manhood and rolled away, tugging the charcoal sheet over her breasts in panic.

“Dude!” I propped up on an elbow and glanced at Olivia, who was, thankfully, concealed.

I directed my frustrated expression at Malcolm. “Boundaries, man…”

The parchment in Malcolm’s palm trumped every bit of concern in the room and the knocking rule we set. His pure-white polo layered his deep complexion, and his buzzed hair was like a permanent pitch-dark shadow on his head. His rectangle, black-rimmed reading glasses sat upon the bridge of his nose, still holding the letter in front of him.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry…” he muttered with dire chocolate eyes.

Olivia furrowed her brows as she sat up from the mattress, clutching the cotton covering her chest. “What’s wrong, Mal?”

“We’re getting evicted.”

“What?” I snapped.

“Yeah, look…” Malcolm approached our bedside, handing me the message causing the commotion.

It crinkled as I snatched it from his grasp and started reading from the top.

The warm flesh of Olivia’s cheek pressed into the ball of my shoulder as she read it alongside me, keeping the sheets balled in her fist against her chest.

I can’t believe this. Malcolm is one hundred percent correct. Olivia has been living here for nearly six months, and everything has been great. It figures things couldn’t continue to be this perfect. Why would they?

“Someone else bought the house, and they want us out by the first of the month,” Malcolm explained.

“I… I-I didn’t even know it was for sale,” Olivia said.

Malcolm shrugged. “Neither did I.”

This couldn’t have happened at the worst time. If our real estate agent can’t even find property for us, how will we?

“What are we gonna do?” Olivia asked, anxiety lacing her tone. “Our realtor can’t find a house in the city near UPenn or the hospital. Nobody is selling right now in this economy.”

“I think my buddy will let me crash with him, but his place is tiny, so…” Malcolm’s sentence was lost in heavy air.

So, no room for Olivia and me…

Wait a minute… I don’t have family, but Olivia does. Her relationship with her parents is strained, but what kind of parents wouldn’t help their child in need? Even if it involves letting us move in for a short time while we try to find our dream home.

I glanced at Olivia.

Her lengthy waves swept around her arms, nearly falling at her hips, thanks to her professionally installed hair extensions—whatever those are. Olivia’s natural umber hair fell between her shoulder blades since she chopped it months ago, but I guess she missed the length and couldn’t wait for it to grow out again.

Her ocean blue eyes swelled, the subtle white flecks spraying her irises developing into whitecaps as if she read my mind.

“Tuck…” She shook her head. “No.”

I furrowed my brows. “We don’t really have a choice, Ollie.”

“Please, anything but that…”

“Under a bridge? Because that’s our only other option. You said the dorms are full, and our realtor has been getting nowhere.”

Her breath wavered between us, anxiety flooded her eyes, and she remained speechless.

The emotional abuse she suffered at the hands of her mother has kept her relationship with her at arm’s length, and rightfully so. However, perhaps this incident will give them a chance to be around one another for more than five minutes so they can heal old wounds.

I glanced at Malcolm, staring with confused eyes. He knows we go there for breakfast sometimes, but Olivia has never talked about their problems in front of Malcolm. She always reserves that conversation for me behind closed doors.

“Hey, M.J. you mind?” I asked, gesturing toward the bedroom’s exit.

He nodded. “Sure thing, man.”

Malcolm turned and wandered out the door, pulling it shut with a click.

“I’ll have to get rid of some of my clothes…” Olivia muttered, eyeing the bedsheets over my lap. “I never imagined living under a bridge outside, but I think it could… it could work, right?”

“Ollie, Ollie…” I tipped her chin, forcing her gaze. “Just call your parents.”

“Tuck, I can’t.” She swiveled in my direction. “You don’t understand. It’s one thing when you and I go over for brunch on Sundays, but living there?”

“Your dad seems alright with me, at least. It’s not a big deal. I think after everything they put you through, they can help you out this one time.”

“Tuck, it’s because of everything they put me through that I don’t wanna go back there.”

Believe me, if I went through half the things she had with her parents, I wouldn’t want to return to my childhood home either. At least it’s a mansion on a massive piece of property. We should be able to get away when we need to.

“This time, it will be different,” I said.

“How?”

“Because, this time, I’ll be with you…”

“Tucker, you don’t know them like I do.”

She’s right, I don’t. I would be lying if I said it didn’t bother me that they loved her ex-boyfriend Reggie and knew him well, yet I’m still on the outside looking in.

“I’ll get to know them,” I assured her. “And who knows, maybe your mom will be different this time, too.”

“She’s been stuck in her ways for forty-five years. That’s not gonna change.”

Despite our chat, her beauty called me back to the thought of her naked under that thin cotton, which activated my testosterone. She clung to the sheet, but unbeknownst to her, it was falling from her right tit and flaunted half of her tanned nipple.

I slightly pursed my lips and gazed at her with smiling eyes.

“Don’t,” Olivia warned.

I perked a brow. “Don’t what?”

“You know what…”

She’s grown to hate when I look at her like that, especially during a serious talk. She knows what’s coming because it turns her into putty in my fingers.

“Okay, well, what about this instead?” I asked, brushing her lengthy locks over her shoulder.

I nudged my way into the crook of her neck and pursed my lips against her flesh. I’ve learned that the delicate spot just above her collarbone is the key to her pussy.

“Tuck…” she groaned.

I hummed against her skin, “Hmm?”

“Stop.”

“Why?” I whispered.

“You know why…”

I kept my kisses steady, slightly opening my mouth, allowing her to preview the sultry stroke of my dialect that she was in for. A soft moan slipped past her lips despite her resistance. My kissing drifted upward, and I tenderly licked the shell of her ear. She shuttered and moaned louder with my tease.

“Make the call,” I whispered. “Make the call, and I’ll do that special little thing with my tongue you like…”

I coasted from her ear, leaving it damp, with nothing more than my promise before pressing a single leisurely kiss to her lips.

“Ugh,” Olivia growled, rolling her eyes. “Fine.”

She fell to her back and rolled onto her side, outstretching her arm to collect her iPhone from her nightstand. She sat up, her anxiety remerging in her expression as she scrolled through her contacts.

Her thumb hovered over their number, but instead of clicking it, she looked at me. “You’re sure?”

I granted her a reassuring nod.

The padding of her thumb dropped onto their names, and she pressed her cell to the ear I recently had my mouth on.

This will be a good thing. I think…