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“I don’t care. We’re leaving.” He grits out, and I worry I may have pushed him too far this time. Out of the corner of my eye I spot the librarian getting up from her desk. Oh shit! She starts walking toward us, casting a glare our way that says shut up or get out.
“I’m serious, I’m not going. I need to finish this paper,” I whisper yell as I reach for my backpack.
Oliver’s expression turns deadly. “And I’m serious, as well. Walk out or I’ll walk you out.” I want to slap him so badly, but right then the librarian walks up.
“You two need to leave, right now!” The librarian who looks older than the building scolds, her finger pointing back and forth between us.
“He needs to leave.” I hook my thumb in Oliver’s direction. “I’m staying. I’m sure you could see I’ve been working for the last hour. He hasn’t.”
Before anyone can respond, Oliver zips up my bag, swings it over his shoulder and then squats down, while grabbing onto my hips he tosses me over his shoulder like I’m nothing more than a sack of potatoes. I start to squeal like a pig as soon as I’m in the air.
“Put me down, right now!” I order.
“Out!” The librarian demands. “And don’t come back.”
“What? I didn’t do anything,” I yell through the otherwise silent library as Oliver carries me out like a caveman. I’m flustered, irritated, and confused. Balling my hands into fists I start pounding on his back, but it doesn’t seem to even phase him. He just continues walking like he’s taking a long peaceful stroll through the park.
“Put me down! So help me god, Oliver,” I growl.
“Quiet or I’ll spank you.”
“Excuse me?” I squeak, unsure of how I feel about that.
“You heard me.”
“You wouldn’t dare. Now put me…” My words are cut off by Oliver’s hand as it comes down hard on my ass cheek.
Holy shit, he spanked me. I beat on his back harder, hoping that I’ll leave him with bruises, or at least something to remember me by.
“I hate you!” I growl.
“Sure you do,” he chuckles into the night air.
We’re halfway across campus when I finally give up, exhausted from pounding on his back and getting nowhere, I just slump down on his shoulder. Then I realize that people must have seen the scene in the library followed by Oliver carrying me across campus on his shoulder. This literally couldn’t get any worse.
He walks me into my dorm, stopping in my hallway to set me down. I’m still unsteady on my feet, trying to regain my bearings after hanging upside down on the way over here, when I’m suddenly pushed against the wall.
“Do you really hate me, Harlow?” Oliver asks, his fingers moving under my chin to tip it upwards, forcing me to look up and into his eyes. With all the hard plains of his body pressing up against mine it’s hard to think or breathe.
My tongue feels like a weight is attached to it. I can’t form words, there’s something wrong with me, something very wrong.
Oliver grins and then leans down pressing his lips against mine. Our lips crash together like a tidal wave against a cliff. My hands come up landing on his chest and for a brief second I consider pushing him away. I should, my heart is already a mess, my mind in complete disarray. Slowly they’re breaking me down, and I’m letting them.
Against my better judgement I cave to my body’s need, and instead of pushing him away my fingers clench onto the fabric of his shirt to pull him closer. Again, the kiss is different in comparison to his brothers. Oliver kisses with passion, with a longing that you feel deep down in your soul.
All the anger I felt towards him melts away and is left somewhere in a puddle on the floor. His hands find my hips, pulling me into him. His hardened cock presses against my thigh making my mouth water. My whole body is on fire. His tongue slides across my bottom lip, begging for entry and without hesitation I part my lips, a tiny moan escaping in the process.
The second our tongues touch I’m done for. He tastes like sweet mint and forbidden fruit and I’m reminded of how wrong all of this is, but I can’t help wanting him. It’s like I’m possessed or something. Like a goddamn dog in heat, I want all three of the brothers.
The blood in my ears roars and I bite at Oliver’s lip, the growl that emits from his throat shoots straight to my core, and I clutch onto him harder. This is bad, but it’s so much better than all the fighting and hating. I like this, this place where we only exist in the moment, without anyone or anything living in the same world.
