That was my starting point and the only thing I had. At least though, it was an address of where the unit were going to be. An actual location. That was better than what I had last week.
It meant I could see the place I was supposed to break into and make plans for that part.
All I had to do now was forget the murder investigation hanging over my head and the arraignment in two weeks, where I just knew I’d be charged with Bradley’s murder.
Fuck, it was too much for me to deal with.
Joe left us in the sitting room to take a call, giving me a chance to spend time with Olivia. That alone soothed me because I was aware that Joe was watching us.
It made me feel even more uncomfortable than I already did.
She moved from the love seat and came to sit next to me on the sofa, brushing her knees against mine.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
I chuckled and looked her over. “Come back in a year and ask me that.”
“Okay, I’ll put it in my diary.” She smiled for a few seconds, but then worry filled her eyes. “Sam, it all really sounds dangerous. Is this what you’ve been doing all these years? Missions like this?”
“Yes and no. This is more fiddley because of the lack of information and how it all happened.” I still couldn’t believe my unit were involved in this.
“It’s good they said they’d try to help with the Bradley situation.”
“Emphasis on the word try.” It would be seriously fucked up if I did all this stuff and still had to go to prison for life. “I figured that if they could help they would have done so already. Especially if they need me. So that’s still for me to figure out, or I guess allow the police to do their work. If I didn’t have your Dad, I know I’d be screwed.” That was a definite given.
“You know him, he’ll do his best. He’ll do everything.”
I nodded. Nothing was truer than that.
I stared at her and thought about all we’d been through. Right back to when we were kids and I first met her and her family.
She was the little five year old who would just stare at me whenever I went to play some game with Coop after school. She was the first person I saw after my mother left. I went to her house and she just looked at me and I knew as bad as things were I’d get through the situation somehow. I didn’t think I was there for her as much as she was for me when her mom died because she kind of shut down during that time. When she was ready I was there though, but it felt like she’d just resumed her role of being there for me.
As the years went by those eyes, the look she gave me, only increased in admiration. And love.
When I looked at her it was hard not to remember it all, and remember all the times she gave me strength. I’d been avoiding doing this walk down memory lane in too much depth because when I looked at her and looked down at her hands and didn’t see her engagement ring it reminded me of all I lost.
“We’ve come a long way from that night Joe first helped me, haven’t we?” I gave her a small smile and tried to push the memories out of my mind.
She knew the night I was talking about. She was ten and I was fifteen. My foster father, Ray, beat the crap out of me and I ran away because he called social services. I didn’t want to go back to juvie. It seemed so minor now when I thought about all that had happened since.
She smoothed her hand over mine and gave me a warm smile.
“We have. It was the first time we spoke about writing to each other.”
“You still gonna write to me when I go to prison?” I joked.
Her smile came but the worry was still there. “I did before.”
“Yeah but you knew I was going to come back.”
“Dear Sam, I will write to you.” She smiled.
“Dear Olivia, you shouldn’t have to, but I want you to.”
“It can’t happen Sam. You can’t go to prison.” She moved her hand away to wipe away a small tear.
I straightened up and slid my fingers under the perfect curve of her jaw, moving a loos tendril of hair from her cheek. God, she was so beautiful.
“If it does, know that I’m yours truly.” I was an idiot to think I could go about in this world for the rest of my life without her.
Now my choices were limited.
The trace of a smile tipped the corners of her beautiful mouth, making the glossy shimmer on her soft pink lips sparkle. It was her that leaned forward to kiss me.
No way was I going to pass up a chance to taste her so I leaned in too.
My lips barely brushed over hers when someone cleared their throat in a very loud exaggerated way and we moved apart.
Joe stood at the door eyeing me sharply. Eyeing me up like he was ready for a fight.
“That was the DA’s office. They’ve approved my request on the investigation.” The stiffness in Joe’s expression loosened.
“My God, thank you Joe.” I stood up and went over to him. “Thank you.”
“Your welcome. This means I can get access to investigate a little deeper. I’ll get forensics down to Bradley’s house first thing and the PI looking into a wider search. I’ll work on this, you do the other stuff.”
“Okay.” I nodded.
Olivia joined us. “This is great news. Can I do anything?”
“No,” Joe answered a little too quickly. It was clear the strain in his voice too was due to walking in on our almost kiss. “You should go home. It’s been a long day for you.”
“Yeah, it has.”
“I’ll call you if we need you. See you Saturday?”
Saturday. Five days from now. Translation, don’t come back until Saturday.
I knew when Joe was pissed and so did she. He was pleased about the grant for the investigation, but pissed at me.
“Okay. Love you.” She stood on her toes and gave Joe a kiss on his cheek.
“Love you too.” Joe looked her over in that good natured fatherly warmth he always showed her.
She just gave me a look and a curt nod goodbye.
I knew the minute we heard the front door close Joe was going to chew me out, so when he whirled around and glared at me I was ready for it.
“Sam,” he began.
“Yes Joe.”
“Did I very nearly walk in on you kissing the same daughter I told you to stay away from?”
I bit the inside of my lip. I was going to be thirty seven in a month and Olivia was thirty one. Yet, just now Joe made me feel like some child he was putting in his place.
“Joe, come on man.”
“No. Look son. I’m actually being serious. Please don’t put me in the position where I have to say this again. You’re like my own son. I’ve always treated you that way. This last occurrence is just too much. It’s all too much. I don’t want her mixed up in that.”
I pressed my fingers together to stop from balling my fists and showing the anger I felt.
“Got it.” Like hell I got it.
“Good, now they’ve also released you from my custody so you don’t have to stay here, but you always have a place here if you want to stay.”
“Thanks, but maybe I’ll go back to my house tomorrow.” My house would give me more privacy with Olivia.
“Okay.” He nodded.
No it wasn’t okay.
I understood his concerns but surely he could see all that happened was above me. The other day I’d told Olivia she could do better than me. But I wanted a shot. I wanted a damn shot. I wanted to be her better. I wanted her back.
Today told me I needed her and I didn’t care who told me otherwise. Not even Joe.
This thing…
This mission… this would be it. The last thing I’d do. I’d do it and put my life right back on track. Literally reset the clock to when I left the Marines. That’s what I’d do.
To do that properly I needed Olivia.
Five days…
It was like a grace period from the shit and I would take it by the reigns and do all I could with the time give
n to me.
The next day I made my way to her apartment at six thirty. I got her address from Joe’s notebook. I hadn’t been here yet.
I was glad when I saw her car parked outside in the private parking space designed to hold ten cars.
I was also glad to see her up on the third floor balcony sitting on one of those lazy chairs reading a book. She had on a pair of short shorts and a pink camisole top that looked like fucking lingerie.
She got up when she saw me, excitement all over her face.
I got out of my car and rested on the door as it swung open.
“Sam.” She beamed at me with excitement.
“Found where you live.”
“This is my humble abode.”
“Doesn’t look all that humble to me.” I joked looking around at the pristine gardens and the intricately designed hedges. This was Mondor Apartments a high class set up for sophisticated professionals like my girl.
“Inside my house is humble.” Her hair picked up in the wind making it flow to the side in those loose sexy waves.
“Is it now?” I had this all planned. I pulled out a cigarette knowing that although she hated me smoking she liked watching me do it. I hadn’t smoked in years, but this one was worth the look she gave me.
Her face when I lit up and blew out a ring of smoke was classic. I could practically feel her getting turned on.
“You want to go somewhere with me sweetheart?” I asked taking my time to look at her. Her beautiful face, the curve of her neck I was going to feast on, the huge swells of her breasts I was going to indulge on. Her.
“Aren’t you scared of my dad?” She gave me an incredulous stare and started laughing because it was so absurd.
“Do I fucking look like I’m sixteen?”
Her smile brightened. “No.”
“Come here then. Come be bad with me.”
Chapter 11
Olivia
* * *
The sexiness that oozed from him was tantalizing.
This was the way I liked Sam. A hundred percent sexy, a hundred percent bad ass, and a hundred percent the guy I would always fantasize about asleep or awake.
We didn’t say much as we drove. It was more of the case of the looks we gave each other. Him watching me out the corner of his eyes and me doing my best not to act giddy like the school girl who’d just been asked out by the quarterback.
I smiled when we turned down the path for the woods.
It was the same place we’d been last week when we talked and he kissed me, and told me he shouldn’t be with me.
The same place except we were in his car and we were different to those people who’d been tense with anxiety.
Today that sexual energy was evident and I was so glad he came to see me.
He parked up by the lake in a more secluded spot, turned off the engine and looked across at me.
“What badness have you brought me out here to do Sam?” I smiled wider.
He turned to face me and gave me that sexy half smile I loved.
“Depends baby, what sort of badness do you have in mind?”
“You invited me so, I’m just required to enjoy myself,” I giggled.
He chuckled. “Come here.” he tried to reach for me but I smacked his hands away playfully.
“Not so fast.” I teased and started laughing when he pretended to look hurt.
“You won’t let me touch you?”
“Sam when last I checked, and in a spot not too far from here,” I threw an exaggerated glance to the tree we’d sat under the other day. “You told me you were staying away from me. Now we’re here. I kind of need to know why we’re touching if we’re going to touch.” I purposely shuffled so my shorts would ride up higher on my thighs and I knew that it if I leaned my head to the side the little spaghetti straps on my top would fall down my shoulder. And, I wasn’t wearing a bra. What I was wearing was my lazy clothes. The in-between, between getting home from a really long horrible day at work with clients who were over demanding, and getting into my bed.
When he saw that his eyes darkened with desire. His gaze dropped from my thigh, climbed up my leg and then landed on the swells of my breasts cocooned in the top. A top I wouldn’t normally wear on its own because it left nothing to the imagination.
When his gaze met mine again he narrowed his eyes. “I’m sorry what was the question again?”
I laughed. “Why should I let you touch me?”
“I want you and I can’t stay away from you. I don’t want to, and no one can tell me to.”
I was very satisfied with that answer, especially the last part, so when he reached out to cup my breasts I allowed him to.
He ran his fingers over the tight peaks of my nipples that evidently pressed against the fabric, and smiled with pure delight.
I leaned to him too as he moved in to press his lips to mine, his hands never leaving my breasts. The man was not only sexy but he knew how to please me. There was nothing I loved more than him doing that to me. And what he did next only amplified the pleasure.
I moaned as he kissed his way down to my chest and pulled my top down to unleash my breasts. Before I could catch my breath his mouth closed over the nipple of my right breast and he sucked slowly, teasing, and leisurely like he wanted to savor me.
It was only when I rested my head back against the leather back of the seat and I looked out at the lush green trees across the lake that I remembered where we were. Outside practically, sure in his truck, but damn we were still outside and I was topless.
“Sam.” I winced covering myself and pulling my breast out of his mouth.
“Fuck, no. What?”
“We’re outside and it’s still bright enough for anyone passing to see what we’re doing.” It was just at that time when it was about to turn dark. So anyone passing would definitely see me.
“Anyone can see I’m a man who’s appreciating his woman’s body. Look at you.” He gave me a hungry look and reached for me again but I giggled and swatted his hands away.
“Sam, you’re crazy. We’re outside.”
“Dear Olivia, we’re outside and there’s no one around. No one ever comes here, that’s why I brought you here. It’s just us. You, me, and the trees. And if anyone comes here, fuck it I’m still going to feast on you. Here.”
I chuckled and readied myself with a good comeback. Pleasure stole the moment when he dove in and captured my breast once again, sucking the nipple so hard desire pulled painfully at my groin.
Right then I didn’t care where we were. I rested back against the seat and allowed him to continue his play and wild suckle from one breast to the other, making me grow wetter every second.
“You like that baby?” he asked as he lapped and flicked over the oh so sensitive tips of my nipples with his tongue and lingered there with a cocky smile on his face.
The devil. I didn’t know what the hell kind of question that was. He knew I was coming undone right before him and that my brain was barely working enough to nod my approval.
“Thought so.” He continued his wild suckle for a few minutes more before kissing his way down my stomach.
By then I was moaning so loud that if anyone did pass by it would have been a warning not to get too close.
Pure bliss raged through me and I was tethering dangerously close to the edge of a wild orgasm.
He slid the zipper down on my shorts and pushed them down far enough so he could push his hand inside and cup my crotch. His lips arched when he saw how wet I was.
“You’re soaked baby.”
“Soaked and half naked while you still have your clothes on.”
He smirked and whipped off his shirt unleashing his masterpiece body for me.
I smiled and moved closer to plant a kiss on his left pec near the Japanese character for earth.
I thought I’d do a little tasting of my own too by running my tongue over the hard pec.
“Olivia I won’t last if you do that baby.”
“You’d better last because I’m hungry.” I teased and ran my hand over the hard bulge of his cock pressing against his jeans.
“Is that right Miss Thing. What shall I feed you with?”
“That’s okay, I’ll serve myself.”
He was the only man I’d ever been like this with. The only guy I allowed myself to just be me, and truly let my guard down. Let it down to do whatever the hell I wanted to do and not what was expected from the goody two shoes nerd I was, who went to Harvard and worked at one of the top firms in the country.
None of that mattered. Right now I was just me and he was just Sam. The man I’d wanted for so long and had right here.
A sexual haze clouded his eyes as he watched me pull down his zipper and stroke the hard bulge of his cock through his boxers. The gaze maddened with lust and lascivious desire when he moved the boxers down and his massive cock jutted free.
Now it was his turn to press into his chair because I wanted to give him as much pleasure as he gave me.
“You’re so good to me baby. Too good,” he groaned.
“I just want to make you happy.” I told him, wrapping my hand around his erection. As always his thickness and length never ceased to amaze me.
“You absolutely do.”
His cock grew to life in my hands as I stroked, straining toward me.
I lowered my head and licked him from base to tip loving the masculine taste of him. It urged me to take him into my mouth deep so I could suck.
While I sucked he caught my nipples between his thumb and forefingers playing with me too, but as I really started to work him and suck his cock harder he smoothed his hands into my hair and held me so I could continue my feasting on him.
He groaned out loud, practically growling and pulled me off him.
“Olivia I’m going to finish in your mouth, I want to be inside you baby. I can’t wait any longer. It’s been over a week.”
I couldn’t believe it had been that long. But it was true. It was well over a week. A week and a half since we last had sex. I needed him inside me too.
“Later, I want you to finish in my mouth later.”
He smiled. “Yes ma’am.” He reached into his back pocket for a condom but I stopped him.
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