Olive's P.O.V.
Julius stood before me dressed as prince charming. As if. I felt his eyes roam my body, and I hated the fact that he knew what I looked like naked. Hated that he knew what I felt like from the inside. I should have known he'd be here. He likes going to these kinds of parties.
"Leave me alone, Julius."
"Oh come on, Liv. You're all alone, just let me keep you company. I miss you." He tried to grab my hand, but I pulled it away.
"You wouldn't have to miss me if you wouldn't have cheated. How many times, and with how many people did you cheat?" I asked him the question that had been plaguing my mind since I found him deep inside Clover.
"Just once. Just that one time," he lied with confidence.
"You could tell me the truth, Julius. It's not like I'll ever take you back anyway."
"It is the truth," he lied again, only making me angrier.
"Go away, Julius," I sighed.
"Come on, Liv. You shouldn't be alone here."
"She's not alone." Lucas reemerged behind him.
Julius took a step back, eyeing Lucas curiously. He seemed unsure of who he was or what his comment meant. Lucas met his eyes with apathy before looking at me. He had a soccer ball under his arm, making me smile. He wanted to show me his skills in exchange for me playing the guitar for him. I ignored Julius completely, smiling at Lucas widely.
"Hello, my love." I greeted him, only trying to emphasize to Julius that I'm taken already. Lucas walked over to me, leaning down and kissing me so passionately, practically fucking my mouth with his tongue.
"Want to see my ball skills?" He asked in a lude way, making me laugh.
"Very much so."
Julius was still standing there, just watching. He didn't say a word or make a move. He just sat there, almost frozen in shock. I guess he never thought I would move on so quickly. Maybe he thought I would be pinning over him for a while, just waiting to take him back. He's an idiot. One I cannot believe I wasted so much time with. Lucas turned, finally looking at Julius again.
"You're still here?" He asked in a taunting way. "Come on then, love. I'll show you my skills." Lucas held his hand out for me to take, and I didn't waste a second in grabbing it.
He led me away from Julius, saving me again. He found a spot further off from the festivities before turning to me with a smirk. I eyed him curiously as he threw the ball down on the ground. He kicked it up onto his foot skillfully. The ball was shot up, and somehow landed neatly on his bent knee. He shot it up, landing it on his other knee. I never realized how sexy soccer could be. I loved seeing him play with the ball so well, doing things I had only ever seen in movies.
"Damn." I muttered, very impressed with him. "You're so amazing." He winked at me, catching the ball with his hands, placing it back under his arm.
"Your turn, Rose," he said, pointing to a stage with a guitar sat on it.
"No way! I'm not doing it in front of everyone!" I shook my head vigorously.
"Come on, Rose. I know you'll sound amazing. I'll come up there with you. We can sing together or if you want I'll sing, and you play." He was desperate to hear me play, and although it made me nervous I couldn't help but give in to those eyes.
"What do you want me to play?"
"Do you know the mortician's daughter by Black Veil Brides?"
"Yeah, but it's been a while."
"Come on, Rose. Let's go put on a show."
He grabbed my hand excitedly, dragging me to the stage. It was a small stage only about 8 ft by 6 ft or something. The guitar was perched on a stand beside a bar stool. There was a mic stand in front of it, standing tall, yet not tall enough for Lucas. He bent down adjusting it to his height while I grabbed the guitar and strapped it around me.
I strummed the strings and adjusted the tune, gaining the attention of a lot more people than I would have liked. I was feeling nervous as hell, but when Lucas' eyes landed on me it all faded away. It was like it was just he and I up here with everyone else just fading away. I've heard him sing in the car before, but hearing him sing into a mic with only the sound of my guitar playing, was completely different. It was amazing. He had a nice voice, one that made my heart race. It was hard to explain but his singing did things to my body I didn't know a voice could do.
It was the clapping, when we finished, that brought me back to reality. I blushed deeply, feeling so self-conscious at the moment. My blush only deepened when Lucas leaned down and captured my lips in a kiss.
"Thank you, Rose!" He smiled widely at me, only washing away my insecurities again.
I am not sure how he manages it, but he always makes me feel better...stronger. One look from him and all my troubles are pushed back, only to surface again when he's gone. Being in his presence is like feeling the warm rays of the sun against my skin. He brings me warmth and happiness that I didn't know was possible.
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I woke up to my head pounding. I drank too much playing with Lucas, Leo and Rachel. It was our own fault for coming up with a game to try and get Leo and Rachel to confess to one another. Our plan didn't work though, ultimately resulting in a hangover from hell for no reason. I groaned, squinting my eyes at the bright light that leaked in from between the curtains.
"Ugh, too bright!" I complained.
"I told you you'd regret that last whiskey." Lucas' scruff voice made me smile, like always. He kissed my forehead sweetly before getting up and closing the curtain more for me. "Better?"
"So much better!" I nodded.
He crawled back in bed with me, pulling me into his chest. His strong arms wrapped around me so he was embracing me tightly against him. I smiled at him happily.
"Want to stay in bed all day?" He asked me with a smirk.
"Yes! 1,000 times yes." I said, with my eyes closed again. Staying in bed sounded good, staying in bed with Lucas all day sounded perfect. He chuckled at my response, squeezing me tightly against them again.
"Okay, stay in bed, we shall."
Lucas, spun us in one fell swoop so that I was laying on my back with him propped on his elbows over me. He smiled mischievously at me before bending down and kissing me hungrily. I knew exactly what he had in mind now, and although my head was throbbing I loved the feel of him against me. I won't mind this one bit. His lips left my own, trailing down my neck, over my collarbone and down to the top of my exposed chest.
"I'm hungry, Rose, and I don't mean for food." His voice made my heart beat rapidly with excitement.
"What are you hungry for, my knight?"
"You," he whispered in my ear, causing goosebumps to develop down my arms.
"Mmm, then feel free to have me however you like."
Lucas' intense brown eyes stared down at me happily. He loved whenever I let him do what he liked. Hell, I loved it more. He knows so much more than I do, surprising me with things I didn't know I would like. Our experiences are different, but we both still enjoy each other in a carnal way.
"Are you sure about that, Rose?"
"Very," I assured him.
His hungry eyes grew as he grabbed my flimsy pajama shirt and tore it open. I couldn't believe he had done that, but the action was damn hot. I had never had clothes torn off me before. He hadn't struggled to do it either, so it wasn't awkward fumbling. It was powerful and needy, and dammit if it didn't have me getting wet already.
His lips kissed the tall hills of my braless breasts as he worked his way down. He kissed my stomach, continuing to trail his lips against my skin as he pulled my shorts and underwear off together. He stood, taking his own clothes off while I watched, never breaking eye contact. His hands snaked around my thigh, pulling it over his hip. I felt the tip of his hard shaft brush against my entrance teasingly. With his hand still gripping my thigh tightly, he thrust himself inside me so deep that he hit my cervix. He stayed there a moment, unmoving, only watching my eyes with his own.
He started his movements slow, working me up more until he quickened them to the point I was screaming. He would die back down and work slowly again to do the same thing over. It drove me mad with want and desire. The pleasure deep inside me felt ready to burst for him. He only seemed to enjoy the fact that I was moaning and begging for him to go faster.
"Not yet, my Rose," he'd whisper any time I wanted more, more speed, more force, more of him deep inside me.
It was absolutely pleasurable, yet torturous. After so much teasing, Lucas finally let me reach my climax, causing a yell of pleasure so loud it reverberated through the walls. He didn't stop there either, flipping me over onto my stomach. With my face pressed against the mattress and my ass high in the air, Lucas penetrated me again. His hips slapped against my ass while his balls hit my clit with every forceful thrust. I found myself coming undone so quickly. It was like all the teasing had made it 100 times easier for me to orgasm.
The morning continued that way until I had reached my peak too many times to count. My body felt light, almost numb by the time we stopped. Somehow though, there was a part of me that still wanted more. A part that didn't want to let him out of me. He came so deep inside me that barely any of it leaked out when he pulled out. He licked my neck like an animal when we were done, making me shiver happily.
"I love you, Olive Brewer." He whispered to me, as he held me close.
"I love you, Lucas Porter."
"Move in with me?" He asked, making my heart stop, and my mind race.