"You gonna text me a room number?" he asked "Yes, Sebring," she answered in that voice that was almost G.o.dd.a.m.ned delicate.
Which was annoying.
Because it was not annoying.
It was beautiful.
And a f.u.c.king turn on.
s.h.i.t.
"See you in a couple of hours," he replied.
"Okay," she said.
She might have said more but he disconnected before he heard it.
He turned to rejoin his family to see Knight leaning against the doorway.
"You in over your head?" his brother asked the second he caught his eyes.
"Absolutely," he answered without hesitation.
"Worried as f.u.c.k about you," Knight told him.
"Don"t be," he replied.
Knight shook his head, pushed from the door and looked down the hall before he entered the room.
"I do not know this woman and since before you even started this s.h.i.t, I"ve been askin" around. No one knows her. She"s unknowable. Mysterious p.u.s.s.y can be good. But mostly, mysterious p.u.s.s.y is just a trap," Knight shared.
"Not me caught in a trap, brother," he reminded him.
His words did not rea.s.sure Knight.
"You gotta control this situation completely, Nick. You gotta be one hundred percent on the ball. I don"t need to tell you that father of hers is a f.u.c.kin" lunatic. You know that better than anyone. And this has not changed in four and a half years except it"s gotten worse as the man gets more desperate. I didn"t finally get my brother in a way I love havin" him, givin" him to my woman, my girls, to have some b.i.t.c.h outplay him and take him away from all of us."
Again, Nick was p.i.s.sed off.
"I won"t get outplayed."
Knight opened his mouth but didn"t get anything out.
"Don"t say more," Nick warned. "I wanna eat a steak with my two princesses, my brother and his woman. You broil a f.u.c.king good steak and I love my princesses. I do not need to be in a s.h.i.t mood while doing it "cause that"d spoil everything."
Knight gave him an intense look that melted into his lips quirking.
"I got my brother the way I want him too, Knight," Nick continued. "I f.u.c.ked it up with you. With Anya. I worked to earn that back. I got it. Do you think I got what I spent the afternoon with out there, then my niece is throwin" att.i.tude to keep her uncle close for dinner, and I"d do s.h.i.t to lose that or anything I earned the last four years?"
During his speech, his brother lost the lip quirk and the intensity came back.
"No," he answered.
"Trust me," Nick urged.
"You need me, you do not hesitate. Yeah?" Knight asked.
He nodded.
"s.h.i.t, need to check the steaks," Knight muttered, turned and walked out of the room.
Nick gave it time, mostly doing this because he could still hear her voice and he was still dealing with the fact he liked it.
Then he walked out of his brother"s office to go have dinner with his family.
In the middle of it, he got a text with a room number.
He felt Knight"s eyes on him when he looked at the text.
He didn"t reply to the text.
He also hadn"t lied to his brother.
f.u.c.king Olivia Shade was so good he was in over his head. He knew it. He just didn"t care, happy to take from her everything she was prepared to give on the path he was negotiating, not giving that first f.u.c.k she was taking everything she could milk out of him along the way.
But when he took that text while eating the steak his brother put in front of him, his mind flashing on what exactly he intended to take from Olivia Shade in an hour and how much he"d enjoy her milking everything she could out of him, he had no idea.
No f.u.c.king clue.
No f.u.c.king clue that before dawn hit the sky on a new day, he wouldn"t be in over his head with Olivia Shade.
He"d be drowning.
Chapter Seven.
Drowning Nick They were both on their knees, her back to his front and she was taking him.
And she liked what she was getting.
She had one arm lifted high and wrapped around his head, her neck twisted, her lips parted, her breath coming in pants, his jaw to her hair.
She was in shadow. Before session two-this session-she"d turned out the lights in the room. But the curtains were open, the lights from the city the only illumination in the room.
Outside of it being him knocking on the door, it had been just like it always had been. Hot, fast, hard. A clash. A grab. Taking all you could get and giving only accidentally while doing it.
She"d got her mouth on him. She"d blown him. Before she made him come, she f.u.c.ked him.
She came hard while she did.
So did he.
He took advantage and gave that back, taking as he did.
Now he was f.u.c.king her.
And, Christ, her tight wet c.u.n.t was astounding.
He pushed forward with his chest and she got his message, dropping to her hands in the bed. He curled over her, arm wrapped around her, hand cupping her t.i.t, fingers pinching and tugging.
She reared under him.
Out of necessity before things took a turn he did not want them to take, he broke their usual silence.
"You need to come," he growled.
To his shock, immediately, she gasped, "In a second."
He pounded into her, pinching hard and tugging harder at her nipple.
She whimpered.
f.u.c.k.
She didn"t make a lot of noise outside breathing heavily.
That sounded nice.
Too nice.
"Olivia, you need to come."
She twisted her neck and caught his eyes, hers scorching even through the dark.
He fought the brand.
"f.u.c.k me, Sebring," she ordered.
He let her t.i.t go and slanted his arm up her chest, curling it around her shoulder. His eyes on hers, he held her steady and f.u.c.ked her.
She bit her lip, let it go and closed her eyes, turning and dropping her head.
Finally submissive in her o.r.g.a.s.m, he drilled her and she took it, but not for long before he exploded in her sleek wet.
He stayed buried, coming down, liking it as she spasmed around his d.i.c.k, not knowing why what happened next would happen next.
Maybe after two o.r.g.a.s.ms she was sated.
It being later than normal, maybe she was tired and off-guard.
Maybe she was getting used to him.
But when he pushed his hips into hers and took her to her belly before he pulled out, rolled off and rolled her on top of him, what happened next happened.
She shoved her face in his neck and pressed her chest into his in what felt like a body hug without the arms.
Then he felt her sigh against his skin as she relaxed on top of him.
She always smelled good, and right then that was no different, except it was better. This was because, mingled with her perfume, the products she used in her hair and the natural fragrance of her skin, he could smell them on her. A nuance of him and the scent of s.e.x clung to her, heavy and exquisite.
Her hair always felt good and right then spread across his chest and shoulder that also was no different.
And her body always felt good, but he"d never had it like it was right then.
And it was not good-in fact it was entirely f.u.c.ked that he liked it like it was right then maybe better than any way he"d already had it.
He took a guess at the reason behind her actions, shoving the rest of his thoughts in the back of his mind, and advised, "You liked that so much, you need to submit more often."
It felt like she relaxed even more at the same time he felt something weird against his throat, like her cheek moving with a smile.
He almost caught hold of her hair to pull back her head to see if that was the case when she snuggled into him.
f.u.c.king snuggled into him.
It was not a burrow but it wasn"t deniable as a cuddle either.
He felt his body still.
What the f.u.c.k?
Olivia Shade, made of stone, she comes, she f.u.c.ks, she comes, then she leaves...snuggling?
Even though that happened, she made no response.
"You gonna do that?" he asked and explained, "Submit."
Her shoulders moved in a slight shrug.
Back to silence.
He wanted her voice.