Chapter Thirty
Olivia
There was something going on with Mark; he seemed really freaked out about something. I was feeling it too; the pressure that this trip to Hawaii put on us was potentially quite terrifying, plus I had Mrs. Stedman’s crazy advice going through my mind all the time… but with Mark, it seemed different. I needed to know what it was.
Maybe he doesn’t want me to come on the trip anymore, I unhelpfully thought. And he doesn’t know how to tell me. I wished that I could simply storm into his bedroom and demand answers, but with Justine here, I couldn’t. I would have to just be patient, even if I felt like I was about to explode at any given moment.
“I can’t believe that I get to do a report!” Justine exclaimed excitedly, dragging me from my thoughts. Her words made me realize that the pasta was about to bubble over and that I had to remember I was cooking. “No homework, no school work, nothing for ages. I can just write about our vacation. All the girls are jealous.”
“They are?” Immediately, I braced myself. I kept waiting for the catalyst to break this friendship group apart again, and I hoped this didn’t make Justine a target, but she looked happy enough as she smiled.
“Yeah, they all want me to bring back gifts; will you help me pick stuff out while we’re there?”
“I sure will. Do you want to go and get your dad and tell him that dinner is ready if he wants some?”
My heart thundered against my rib cage as I prepared the meals. I hoped that over dinner, I would be able to gauge Mark’s mood better. He seemed closed off again, like he’d retreated into his shell, and I hoped that wasn’t because of me. It all felt okay at the moment; I didn’t want anything to spoil that for anything.
“Dad said can he have dinner in his office?” Justine asked gaily as she came back. “He has an email to do.”
He didn’t want to eat with us now? That felt weird. He had been so much better about being present in Justine’s life, and I thought that I had gotten through to him how much of an important thing it was to eat as a family. Maybe that was a personal preference because it was something that I had always done with my parents before they got sick, but it had worked… now he was choosing business? No, something about this was wrong.
“Yeah, sure. I’ll make you up a tray to take into him. Thank you, Justine.”
If he didn’t want to come out here and talk to me, then I wouldn’t go to him. At least, not while Justine was awake. If our chat turned into another argument, I preferred her to be asleep first. Maybe it wouldn’t be an argument, but right now it seemed that I was the problem and I would have to wait to find out why.
I seethed angrily while I sorted out the food for Justine and me, then I sat down and chewed my food quickly. Justine sat beside me, and she chatted the entire time. I answered where I needed to, I was mostly at the table with her, but my brain was in that room with Mark. I needed to work out what was the matter with him.
“Shall I go to bed?” Justine asked me once she was finished. “Because we have to get up early?”
“Oh, right hmmm…” I smiled and nodded to Justine. “That’s probably a good idea. Don’t you think?”
She shoved her plate onto the side and raced into her bedroom. Never had I ever seen her so keen to go to bed. She had to be excited about Hawaii. I wanted to feel that way too, but I was too nervous. There was a very big part of me that assumed I wasn’t going anymore and that this was about to all go so very wrong.
I tucked Justine into bed and read her a bedtime story. I did my best to make the book really exciting for her, just in case it was her last time with me. Maybe this would be my last night with this family…
Then I kissed her, and I left her room, marveling at how she had almost drifted off already. Then I stalked to Mark’s office with a surge of angry determination bursting through me. This wasn’t just my fault; I needed to remember that. If I got lost in the blame game, and I turned the blame on myself, then I would weep.
“Hello?” I leaned my head around the door without bothering to knock. “Can I talk to you, please?”
He looked up and gave me a weary look. “Sure, what’s going on?”
“What’s going on with me?” I demanded, flinging my hands on my hips. “What’s going on with you?”
He sighed loudly, and I half expected that the next words to come out of his mouth to be a lie. I assumed that he would say everything is fine, but he didn’t. “I dunno, I just have a lot on my mind, that’s all.”
“Oh, right…” I almost fell backward, leaving him alone. “Right, I thought it might be…”
Mark rose to a standing position and stared at me. “What did you think?”
“That I had done something to upset you, I suppose.” I gave a one-shouldered shrug. “Sorry, I don’t…”
He seemed to study me for a moment, and I found myself shuddering as he did. There was a real intensity in his gaze, a familiar look that I had seen only a few times before. I had a funny feeling that this was about to go west, in a direction that I wanted it to… but would only lead to a lot more confusion. Not that I could resist.
All of a sudden, as if he came from nowhere, his arms had wrapped around me, and he yanked my body to his. I crashed into his rock-hard chest and molded into him immediately. As he dipped his head down, and he kissed me, I melted. Any resistance that I had inside of me, not that there was much, vanished into nothingness.
“Oh God,” I moaned into his mouth as my knees jellified and I could barely remain standing. “Mark.”
He pushed me back onto his desk, where I hopped up to sit willingly. I parted my thighs, inviting him in. This was so much better than him telling me that I wasn’t going to Hawaii… not that he’d really told me much about what his mood was or why he was upset, but I wasn’t too worried about that right now.
“Oh, Mark.” He pressed himself against my core, allowing me to feel how hard he was. “That feels good.”
He hurriedly stripped me down, yanking off my tee shirt, unhooking my bra, and pulling down my leggings. I helped him along the way, lifting up my butt so he could get my lacey panties off, then grabbed his belt too. The neediness inside of me grew to an uncontrollable level, my core pulsed desperately, I wanted to feel him everywhere. There was a deep desire to have him inside of me; if it didn’t happen now, I would die.
Mark gripped onto my thighs and dragged me to the edge of the desk so I was almost hanging off, then he brushed his finger along my soaked slit. His velvety fingers sent me buzzing and soaring high. Then the moment that he found my clit, I thought my whole body might explode with pleasure. I gripped onto him, digging my nails into his skin, gasping and panting breathlessly as my skin flushed with pleasure.
“Oh shit!” He pushed his fingers into me hard and fast, fucking me with his hand. I rocked my hips against him, trying to drive him in harder and faster. My head had completely switched off; my brain had become nothing but mush; I needed more of him. All of him. “Oh shit, Mark. Oh my God.”
I couldn’t stop saying his name; it was almost as if I feared this would be our last time together and I wanted to make the best of it. I tried my hardest to commit every inch of him to my brain as he drove me wild.
Then, he shocked me completely; he dragged me from my moment by dragging me off the desk and spinning me around. I leaned forwards, flattened my palms out, and lifted up my butt to present myself to him. My fingers clawed at the wood as I waited very impatiently for him to finally connect.
I was about to demand that he get over here right away when I felt the soft touch of his palm flattening against my back. I sucked in a breath, and I paused. He used his knees to nudge my legs further apart. After which, his cock slid into me, and he thrust hard. My heart hammered against my rib cage; I felt like I could hardly breathe, the warmth that circled through my body was utterly intense. I loved it. I felt like I was swelling up, building towards something, tipping over the edge. It was dangerous, sexy, taboo, but also familiar and deliciously safe as well. Being with Mark was such a tantalizingly confusing set of feelings that I couldn’t let go of.
“You,” Mark growled at me as he leaned over me, “are fucking amazing. Incredible.”
His hand reached forward; he moved around my thighs until he could continue to flick my clit. I tossed my head back; I let out a little shriek as the desire got the better of me. It clutched onto me; it gripped hotly around my womb; it pooled and spread throughout my entire body. I felt the bliss everywhere. It trickled through my veins, pushed the boiling blood through me, sent my brain to a place so dizzy I could hardly see anymore.
Finally, the pleasure got too much, and it crashed over me. My knees buckled, I collapsed right onto the table, pressing my burning hot cheek against the cool of the wood, and all the breath flew out of my lungs completely. The pleasure washed over me; it consumed me, it shattered through my body, rattling all of my bones as it went. It didn’t stop; it seemed to get harder and more intense as I could feel the same feeling crashing through Mark as well. Coming together bonded us; it deepened the connection between us; it made me feel so powerful.
“Oh, Olivia,” he whimpered desperately behind me. “What am I going to do with you?”
I reached around, trying to grab hold of him because it seemed like he needed me, but I couldn’t quite reach, so I had to wait as patiently as I could until he felt calm enough to move away. Once he was gone, I turned quickly to examine his face. Even though my body was still buzzing with what he had just done to me, I still knew that there was something going on with him. Something had made him feel that way.
“So, you aren’t mad with me then?” I asked in a quiet, slightly meek voice. “I haven’t done something.”
Mark tossed his head back and he laughed out a booming sound. I joined in because it seemed like the right thing to do, but I felt a bit weird doing so. I narrowed my eyes at him and tried to see what was going on behind his eyes, but there wasn’t anything there. I wasn’t about to get anything from him. Not tonight, anyway.
“Of course, you haven’t.” He leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips. “Don’t you worry about a thing.”