come so badly.
“Let go of my wrist, Livi.” His hand stilled and Olivia immediately released him, fisting her hands at her sides so he’d start back up again.
Nathan’s middle finger sank deep inside her channel, and Olivia moaned. Luke echoed her with a softer sound of his own, and Olivia couldn’t help but smile. He liked this, their exhibitionism, their openness. He barely paused when Nathan told her to open his pants in the cab. He didn’t seem to be shy, which was a very good thing. Neither Nathan nor Olivia could do shy very well. They liked being the center of attention too much—youngest child syndrome.
Olivia had eleven older brothers and sisters and learned very early in life she needed to stand out if she was going to win any of her parents’ limited attention. Nathan was the youngest boy of three and had nearly died at birth, making him the child who was showered with love from the first moment he woke up in the hospital. He could do no wrong and therefore spent much of his life proving it, testing every boundary, stepping over every line in the sand, showing everyone he had nine lives and was essentially untouchable.
Nathan added a second finger, and Olivia swallowed back a whimper, trying to remain calm and keep her hips from again tilting into Nathan’s hand. “So Luke. You teach kids? That’s so cute,” she said, slightly breathless. God, there was no way she’d be able to carry on much more of a conversation until Nathan let her come.
“Do you have family, Luke?” Nathan asked, pressing his thumb against her clit and holding it there so they both could feel the blood pulsing. Olivia tilted her head to the side and Nathan nipped at her neck, sucking the skin until she knew he’d left a mark. Not that anyone at work would ever ask her about it. Her hipster staff showed up with all manner of marks, tattoos, and piercings on them. She was probably the least decorated of the lot.
“My mom died five months ago,” Luke said and finally he looked up to their faces. “She had lupus.”
Olivia gasped. Nathan’s hand stilled and slipped from her, and Olivia moved her thighs back together.
“I’m so sorry,” Olivia said. “That sucks.”
Luke shook his head. “Yeah. It was just us, so the last few months have been hard. Christmas and Easter.”
Olivia stood and crossed to Luke’s spot on the chair across from the couch. She kneeled down and took his hands in hers. “I don’t like when people are lonely,” she said, which was true. She always had a full house of people as a child and still most of her life she’d felt incredibly lonely. Like she didn’t somehow fit in with her family. Until she’d met Nathan.
Luke shrugged. “I don’t like being lonely.”
Olivia’s heart cracked a little, and she wanted to tuck him into bed with them and never let him leave. Young and alone. “Is that why you did the scene? Are you looking for friends? Ones that are like you?”
Luke nodded. “I had this…experience, right after Christmas. With this couple. I’d never felt like that before. Part of something, I guess. I go to church…went to church.”
Olivia blinked in surprise. “Really? What kind of church?”
“Catholic Church. St. Jude’s. I used to feel part of something there. It’s the only place I’ve ever felt like part of a real family. I need to go back. I miss it. There’s a priest, and he took a lot of us guys who had single moms and made us feel like we weren’t on our own.”
Olivia opened her mouth to ask a question but Luke waved a hand. “No. Nothing gross or weird like that. He didn’t touch us inappropriately or any of the other shit some of those Catholic priests have been accused of. Father George, well, he was good to us. Started a basketball team for us. Talked to us all the time. Did movie nights and youth group. It’s like he was called to help unprotected kids. And me, with my mom always being so sick, I guess he figured I was a little
“Let go of my wrist, Livi.” His hand stilled and Olivia immediately released him, fisting her hands at her sides so he’d start back up again.
Nathan’s middle finger sank deep inside her channel, and Olivia moaned. Luke echoed her with a softer sound of his own, and Olivia couldn’t help but smile. He liked this, their exhibitionism, their openness. He barely paused when Nathan told her to open his pants in the cab. He didn’t seem to be shy, which was a very good thing. Neither Nathan nor Olivia could do shy very well. They liked being the center of attention too much—youngest child syndrome.
Olivia had eleven older brothers and sisters and learned very early in life she needed to stand out if she was going to win any of her parents’ limited attention. Nathan was the youngest boy of three and had nearly died at birth, making him the child who was showered with love from the first moment he woke up in the hospital. He could do no wrong and therefore spent much of his life proving it, testing every boundary, stepping over every line in the sand, showing everyone he had nine lives and was essentially untouchable.
Nathan added a second finger, and Olivia swallowed back a whimper, trying to remain calm and keep her hips from again tilting into Nathan’s hand. “So Luke. You teach kids? That’s so cute,” she said, slightly breathless. God, there was no way she’d be able to carry on much more of a conversation until Nathan let her come.
“Do you have family, Luke?” Nathan asked, pressing his thumb against her clit and holding it there so they both could feel the blood pulsing. Olivia tilted her head to the side and Nathan nipped at her neck, sucking the skin until she knew he’d left a mark. Not that anyone at work would ever ask her about it. Her hipster staff showed up with all manner of marks, tattoos, and piercings on them. She was probably the least decorated of the lot.
“My mom died five months ago,” Luke said and finally he looked up to their faces. “She had lupus.”
Olivia gasped. Nathan’s hand stilled and slipped from her, and Olivia moved her thighs back together.
“I’m so sorry,” Olivia said. “That sucks.”
Luke shook his head. “Yeah. It was just us, so the last few months have been hard. Christmas and Easter.”
Olivia stood and crossed to Luke’s spot on the chair across from the couch. She kneeled down and took his hands in hers. “I don’t like when people are lonely,” she said, which was true. She always had a full house of people as a child and still most of her life she’d felt incredibly lonely. Like she didn’t somehow fit in with her family. Until she’d met Nathan.
Luke shrugged. “I don’t like being lonely.”
Olivia’s heart cracked a little, and she wanted to tuck him into bed with them and never let him leave. Young and alone. “Is that why you did the scene? Are you looking for friends? Ones that are like you?”
Luke nodded. “I had this…experience, right after Christmas. With this couple. I’d never felt like that before. Part of something, I guess. I go to church…went to church.”
Olivia blinked in surprise. “Really? What kind of church?”
“Catholic Church. St. Jude’s. I used to feel part of something there. It’s the only place I’ve ever felt like part of a real family. I need to go back. I miss it. There’s a priest, and he took a lot of us guys who had single moms and made us feel like we weren’t on our own.”
Olivia opened her mouth to ask a question but Luke waved a hand. “No. Nothing gross or weird like that. He didn’t touch us inappropriately or any of the other shit some of those Catholic priests have been accused of. Father George, well, he was good to us. Started a basketball team for us. Talked to us all the time. Did movie nights and youth group. It’s like he was called to help unprotected kids. And me, with my mom always being so sick, I guess he figured I was a little
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