Another man hitting on my girl? Not gonna fucking happen.

My fist clenches, and I wish I could take out my frustrations on that asshole.

Thinking he can just pick Olive up and take her anywhere he damn well pleases. I dropped our drinks running to her. What I wanted to do was dropkick that dickhead singer.

Olive probably suspects I’m pissed.

“Axel, wait!” she calls as I drag her out of that shitty club. It wasn’t even a good concert. I should never have suggested we go.

I ignore her. Not to be a prick, but this isn’t a good time for my baby to assert herself.

Out on the sidewalk, my arm slides off my baby girl’s shoulders, and I take her hand again. The night is young and even though that place was fuckin’ packed, the streets are empty.

“Axel.” She rises on her tiptoes to meet my eyes. “What was that about?”

Her tone is shrill, and I bristle.

Wait a fucking second. Is she mad at me?

“I’m not going to apologize for that.”

She drops my hand, and I feign indifference even as my chest tightens.

I’m going to lose her again. And suddenly what had become the best day, is looking like the worst again.

But that doesn’t happen.

She moves close to me and wraps her arms around my neck. Tucking her head just beneath my chin, she whispers, “Thank you.”

I nod, my voice caught in my throat.

I love her …

There is no way for me to admit this.

“What do you say we get outta here?” Her voice is different, like she’s trying to be me. I catch her chin in my hand and stare at her. I can’t believe her, and I smile to myself. She will never be like me, which is precisely what I love about her.

Lifting her up I twirl her around before setting her back on her feet. Then I start walking, calling back to her, “That sounds like an excellent idea.”

She’ll follow me. She always has. Always will, I hope.

Then an even better idea comes to mind, and I think back to pre-K when we’d get in trouble chasing after kids from other classes together, when we were supposed to be napping. “Race you.”

And we do.

I outpace her easily, but I slow down so she can keep up with me. This may be the only time I slow my pace for her.

I remember how beautiful she looked earlier, legs apart—pussy wet, and my cock twitches in my jeans.

But I ignore it as best I can. Olive can’t be a one-night stand.

She’s a virgin. It has to be special.

Olive releases a burst of speed, and I let her take advantage of it. I could beat her, but I don’t. She gets to my motorcycle first.

“I win!” She jumps up and down happily. Like she used to do. I haven’t seen her do that in a while. She attempts to open up the compartment on the back of my bike so she can get our helmets, but she can’t do it so she pouts.

She’s so frail … We’ll work on that. As hard as she hit in the gym earlier, it’s not like she’s done that before. Carrying all her books must not do a lot of strength building.

Maybe Jason carried them around for her.

Fuck Jason.

Olive belongs to me.

Opening the compartment, I take out her helmet and toss it to her, resisting the urge to buckle it under her chin. Her hair falls around her face and it takes her longer to get her helmet on.

Mine is on. Been on for a while now. I have more experience than she does though. More experience with lots of things.

She grunts, finally getting it on past her mane of hair. She giggles nervously then raises a hand to her mouth in shame like she’s trying to hide the sounds that just came out of her pretty mouth.

“Let’s go somewhere,” I say, climbing on the bike.

Her response is to fold her arms around me, which I fucking love.

I wasn’t sure where to go until I was already half way there.

When we get there, I hop off the bike and hold my hand out to her. She doesn’t take it, and I can see she’s decided to do it herself.

Fine. But I’ll help her off with her helmet and put it away.

Olive looks confused as she takes everything in.

“Axel.” Her voice is exasperated, which makes her even more adorable. “This is a tattoo parlor.”

“Yeah, I know.”

She mutters something. Pretty sure I heard a curse in there. “I can’t get a tattoo, Axel.”

She’s a year too young. Of course. Fuck.

“Well, yeah.” I wrap an arm around her, getting used to how her body feels against mine. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t.”

Her forehead crinkles.

She wants to hold my hand the entire time I get the tat done. But it’s far from my first tattoo, and I want it to be a surprise.

Her name. Right above my heart.

It makes sense. Putting her name there permanently shows she’s claimed it.

And she had, a long time ago.

I am so fucking screwed.

But I regret nothing. Never would.

“Let me see,” Olive begs, her voice laced with concern. I like that she cares so much.

“Later,” I tell her. It’s early morning now. Around two, if my guess is right. She should be getting home. “It’s time to get you home.”

“I’m not a child, Axel, I can go to bed when I want.” She practically runs out of the door of the tattoo shop in a huff.

“Never said you couldn’t,” I say, following her. Maybe she’ll sass back some more. Give me an excuse to spank her. “So are you going to your place or mine?”

I don’t want to take her home with me. Not because I don’t want her there with me. I do, more than anything. But my family … Fuck. And her father lives right next door.

For a minute, she’s silent. We walk without speaking a word, and I keep my head down, wondering just how badly I fucked-up. I glance at her from the corner of my eyes.

Her. Face. Is. So. Goddamn. Red.

“I don’t know how to respond to that.” She bites her lip.

Shit.

“You don’t have to.” I keep myself from reaching out and running a finger down her mouth. Damage control. I can’t think well enough to make her feel better if I’m touching her.

“It’s not that I don’t want to. And I do. It’s just. I,” she stumbles. Finally, finally, she looks up at me. “I want to.”

Fuck it. I drag my finger down her mouth as slowly as I dare, feeling goose bumps erupt on my skin as I touch her. I shouldn’t feel this way over a girl. But I do. Maybe it’s not my old man going soft. Maybe … it’s me.

“I know somewhere,” I say quietly.

It’s not a beach house or anything special. Just my secret spot.

Our secret spot, I remind myself. We haven’t been here together in years, not since the summer before we started middle school. Back then I wondered if we wouldn’t be seeing as much of each other much anymore once school started. Sports teams broke off into different genders then, and my father decided I needed to man up and pick one. I picked soccer.

No surprise I was scrawny until a year ago.

But soccer was a major time suck for a while, and although I’d tried to spend as much time with Olive as I could, we hadn’t been here in ages.

I watch her, gauging her reaction.

This had to be the right choice.

It just had to be.

Fuck! I was always confident. Except for with Olive. Especially not with her, and especially when she scales the little ladder outside, and I worry she might fall. I’d have to catch her, and it would drive me crazy having her in my arms.

We are in my old treehouse; out in the woods you could only reach from a hidden path in my backyard.

And now we’re silent.

I could take the beatings in the ring when I first started, tough love from my family, fights with other people. But I can’t take this.

She stands a foot away from me, but it feels like a mile. Her hair slopes down over her shoulder so beautifully, and she looks nervous.

I move toward her, wanting to touch her, but she surprises me when her hands touch my shoulders first.

“I want this.” She kisses my neck.

I don’t say anything. Instead, my hand buries itself in the thick of her hair, and I hold her so she arches her back, offering herself to me. My lips trail down that inviting neck as my hands work to free her shirt from her skirt.

I lean back for a second to rip my shirt over my head and reveal my washboard abs, then I pull hers off. Finally, I feel her skin against mine. This was something I’d been dreaming of doing.

I want to fuck her, like an animal, a beast. The man practicing for the ring going to town with her on a bed, but there was no way she could take that. She’s just had her first kiss.

Growling in frustration as her hands slid up my sides, I take hold of myself and get my head right. If we are going to do this, I’m going to have to be a gentleman about it.

We’ve always kept a small mat up here for sleepovers. It had been ages, but as I take it out and lay it on the floor I’m glad we never got rid of the thing.

Picking her up, I set her down on it. I unfastened her jeans and tug them, needing to see her naked. My cock throbs, and I want to bury it deep as possible inside her body, then pull it out and shove it back in again as she moans my name.

She tries to help me take off her pants, but I stop her.

I will dominate this situation.

Here, we’re not equals. We both chose this, but she is mine to take.

I grab her hands and pin them over her head, growling a reminder for her to keep them there. She does, shaking.

I, too, am shaking with anticipation. I rip her bra from her body and admire her nakedness. Then I shower her beautiful breasts with passionate kisses. Sucking a nipple between my lips, I move from her right breast to her left stopping to marvel at them as the tips harden. For me. All for me.

When my hand begins to roam down her stomach toward her pussy, she gasps and closes her eyes.

Her underwear tears as I steal them from her. My hand grips her sex hard. I squeeze her, rubbing my fingers along her slit, listening to her breathing to determine what she likes. I don’t want to hurt her, but I’m eager to dive in …

“I want you,” I growl, kissing her throat again, exploring her body. I abandon my jeans and boxers, shoving them to the side. I take her small hand and place it on the head of my cock which springs forth furious with need.

Her eyes flutter open, shocked.

My beautiful bookish girl has never felt a cock before.

Knowingly, I place her hand along the shaft, the way I’ve pictured her touching me a million times before.

“Fuck …” I swore, not expecting her to know how to touch me, but her hand gripped my dick perfectly moving up and down. Hesitantly at first, then with more confidence, but still so gentle. “I have to have you.”

All I hear is her breathy response, “Then take me.”

Her words make me lose my mind. I don’t take time to think it over, I tell her to hold still.

Then I spread open her thighs, revealing her glistening pink pussy. The tip of my cock rubs against her sex. I take it in my hand, guiding it.

I want to dive right inside her, but I don’t dare without preparing her properly.

The tip drags over her clit over and over again until she gasps, “Please!”

Then I do it. I force the head into her.

She gulps, eyes wide.

“You okay?” I ask.

She nods. “All the way,” she says, and I cannot deny her.

With a deep thrust of my hips, I’m inside her.

Her body stiffens, then as I rock back and push inside her again she begins to relax. She clasps her arms around me, and I decide to let it slide even though I told her not to move them. Her hips rise to meet mine, and we develop a rhythm.

I taste her mouth and drink her in as her body welcomes me, gives me her most precious gift.

She feels better than I ever imagined. Our bodies fit together perfectly, and she takes me to new heights.

I hope she feels the same way, and I guess by the way her body trembles and she clings to me that she does.

I’m not able to last as long as I want, but maybe that’s okay for her first time. My hips pump into her one last time and I come hard, deep inside her before collapsing next to her and drawing her into my arms.

My beautiful Olive. No longer a virgin.