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I'm letting those of you that are not comfortable with sex scenes know that there is one in this chapter. I will be posting the less  explicit version on the next part. 

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Oliver never showed back up the next morning.

He was gone when I woke up and walked into the kitchen in the room, he was still gone when Abel finally crawled out of bed to join me where I was perched on the counter.

"You think he's okay, right?" I whispered, my eyes following him as he positioned himself between my legs and smiled.

"He's fine, Liv. He probably just had a wild night." He reached up and brushed my hair off of my neck, laughing when he saw the evidence of what he'd done last night.

"I heard it's not good for women to keep their bras on all night." Abel said, obviously aware that I was still wearing mine. I shrugged, sipping at my coffee as he pushed my hair out of my face.

"That's nice." I replied, smiling, "But I don't really care." I could feel the light pounding in my head starting to fade as Abel slipped his hands up my legs and onto my upper thighs. I set the cup beside me, taking Abel's face in my hands.

"You really can't wait, can you?" I joked. He smirked, leaning forward and taking me into his arms.

"Guess not." He picked me up, his lips closing in on mine as I wrapped my legs around his waist and let him carry me over and laid me on the bed.

I dug my nails into his bicep as he reached for the hem of my shirt, ready to pull it over my head.

"What's wrong?" He whispered. "Do you want me to stop?" I shook my head, clenching my hand so it would stop shaking.

"I'm just scared, Abel." I confessed, "I don't. . . you know how to do all of this. I don't. I've never had sex." He brought one of his hands up to cup my cheek.

"Then we'll take it slow. If you want me to stop, just tell me." I nodded, letting him continue to pull the shirt over my head. I let out a shaky moan when I felt his hands against my thighs, my head resting against his shoulder.

"You sure you're okay? That you want to do this?" I nodded, moving back on the bed so there was room for him.

"Yes." I muttered. He stared at me for a second longer before making his way across the room and hanging a shirt on the door knob.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

"Oliver will understand. I'll explain it to you later." He walked back over to me and kissed me before I could ask anymore questions. I could feel his hand sliding up the small of my back and around my bra strap.

I laid my head back against the bed as my bra fell from my chest and on to the bed beside us. I immediately felt the friction in Abel's boxers against my panties, his breathing starting to quicken.

"Fuck." He moved so he was in between my legs, his hands trailing up my stomach and toward my breasts.

"Abel." I tried to say, but was cut off by a moan once he reached my breast. I dug my nails into his back as he lowered his mouth on to mine, his hands hovering over the band of the black panties Lena had talked me into bringing just in case.

"Abel." I repeated, catching his hands before he could pull them down.

"What?" His voice was barely audible.

"Condom." I choked out. He nodded and pulled the drawer beside the bed open and grabbed one out of it, setting it on the bed beside us.

"Jesus!" I moaned, burying my fingers in Abel's hair as he slid my underwear off slowly, almost as if he were doing it on purpose.

"No." Abel whispered against me, "It's just me." I didn't have enough time to get the joke before I felt the cold air start to bite at me.

"Fuck foreplay." He muttered before kicking his boxers off and positioning himself in between my legs, already aware of how wet I was. I could feel my eyes fall on his member, swallowing slowly when I saw how big he was.

"It's going to hurt." He whispered, brushing a strand of my hair out of my eyes, "But it'll stop after a while. If you want me to stop at any time, I want you to tell me, okay?" I nodded, afraid that if I spoke it would only come out as a moan.

"I love you." He went on, ignoring my finger nails in his back, "I fucking love you, Olivia." I let out a cry when he entered me, nearly crying right then and there.

"It's okay." Abel breathed into my ear, shaking his head, "It's going to be okay, Livvy." Those were the last coherent words that I heard out of his mouth. After the first few seconds of him moving in and out, of the first round of pain, I started to feel the pleasure.

"Abel!" I gasped, burying my face against his shoulder, "Harder. Please." I could hear him starting to moan himself at my words, his hands grabbing at my sides as he pushed into me faster.

"Abel, shit!" I could feel a knot starting to tighten in my stomach at his quick movements, my whole body starting to tremble against him.

I had always heard from people that the first time they had sex was the best experience of their life's. I hadn't ever thought anything of it, I had thought it was just an exaggeration.

But, feeling Abel pushing into me, his dirty, almost incoherent words in my ear, made me feel as if I were in some sort of heaven. And I didn't want him to stop.

"Liv." Abel finally breathed out as I came back down from my high, my face buried against him, "Olivia." He repeated after a second. And as we continued, for the first time in my life I let all my pain, my hurt, my everything get washed away in the moment. All I wanted was Abel, and I was going to hold on to him, praying I wouldn't ever have to let go.

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"Hey, guys! Open the damn door!" I groaned, my brother's voice stirring me out of my light sleep. Abel had already sat up, pulling his boxers on so he could go open the door. He lifted his head and smiled, tossing me his shirt.

"Put it on." He mouthed before walking toward the door. I slid the washed out Metallica t-shirt over my head and threw my hair up into a ponytail so my brother couldn't tell that we'd had sex right away.

"You reek of sex, man." Abel said as Oliver shoved passed him and into the room, tossing the shirt that had been hanging on the door on top of his duffel bag. It wasn't until he had grabbed a water from the fridge and turned to face us that he gave Abel a quick once over and laughed.

"Could say the same." He joked, then gestured toward me with his water bottle, "You've got hickeys all over your neck and your idiot boyfriend over here has scratches all over his back." Oliver seemed more amused then anything as he looked back and forth between us.

"You're not mad?" I asked, surprised.

"No. It was bound to happen. I'm just glad I wasn't here to hear it." He winked, causing warmth to spread through my cheeks.

"How about you, Oli? You have a fun night yourself?" Oliver raised his bottle and grinned.

"Yes, you wouldn't believe the r-" I zoned out as my brother went into detail about his night with some girl named Alicia. I climbed out of the bed, grabbing my clothes from the floor and moving toward the bathroom to take a shower.

I glanced back over my shoulder for a second, finding Abel watching after me with a small smile, but nodding along as if he were listening to everything Oliver was saying. I sent Abel a quick smile in return before rushing into the bathroom.

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I found Oliver staring at the bed Abel and I had been sharing in disgust when I came out of the bathroom, Abel himself no where in sight.

"I feel so bad for the next people that get this room." He shuddered at the thought.

"They clean the sheets." I replied, laughing. He shook his head, still looking disgusted.

"So? It's still going to be the place you and Abel did it, no matter how much they clean them." We both laughed, cleaning the trash and clothes off the floor so the room looked about as good as it had when we came a couple days ago.

"I'm happy for you guys, Liv." Oliver said after a few minutes of silence, "Just make sure that you let me know if he hurts you, then I'll kill him and stomp on his grave, understood?

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