I squeeze my eyes shut, the smell instantly hitting my nose.
Mashed potatoes? She’s dumped an entire vat from the buffet on top of me. “Ew!” I cry, shooting to my feet and peeling the mush out of my eyes. “I’m going to kill you!”
Ew, ew, ew.
I shake, feeling nasty. I need a shower.
Liv laughs so hard she throws her head back.
But before I can find food to hit her with, she slides over the table and grabs my hand. “Now I get to wash you.” And she kisses me.
Hell yes. “Get me out of here.”
Now. While everyone is distracted.
Food flies through the air, Dallas stalking Callum with a couple of eggs that look like they’ll hurt if hit with them, but we don’t stick around to worry if this escalates. Grabbing my bag at the table, we run, leaving the mess for tomorrow, which is, I hope, how long it takes Macon to realize we just destroyed the place.
Leaving my car behind, we run down the dark, dirt road, Liv removing her heels to keep up in her bare feet.
We stop, so she can unlock her front door.
“I need a bath, baby,” I whisper in her ear from behind.
The tequila has kicked in, and my body stirs. She opens the door, and I head straight up the stairs ahead of her, seeing the house dark.
“Macon!” she calls out.
There’s no answer.
The others are at Mariette’s, and I know she has a nephew around here somewhere. Must be with a babysitter.
She tails me as I head to the bathroom, and we both step in, locking the door behind us.
I drop my bag to the chair next to the tub and kick off my sandals. “Good first date?” I ask.
“Not bad.”
She starts the water, turning on the shower, and the room soon fills with steam. I sit on the edge, watching her bend over and check the water’s temperature.
It hurts to look at her. The perpetual red tint of her lips that makes them look like she was born that way. The glow of her olive skin, the ever-so-subtle blush of her cheeks. Her long legs and long hair and the sweat on her body and my mouth on her tits that would make Father McNealty rain down fire and brimstone during Sunday Mass, if he knew what we were doing.
Am I really letting Callum escort me to the ball? Am I really not taking her to prom?
I lower my eyes. I want everyone to know she’s mine. She has my heart, and it scares me that she may not want it as much as I want her to have it.
She still hasn’t acknowledged that I told her I loved her.
“I wanted to tell them so badly that it was your bed I was in,” I say quietly.
She looks over at me, and I rise, leading her into the shower, both of us slowly peeling off each other’s clothes and my eyes never leaving hers.
I unzip her skirt, letting it fall into the tub. The shower douses my back as she peels off my tank top and helps me strip off my jeans.
We dump our food-stained clothes into the sink to be washed out later, and she pushes me back under the spray, helping me clean my hair.
But I’ve barely tipped my head back, closing my eyes, before her mouth covers my nipple.
There’s something mentally wrong with people like Olivia Jaeger.
I shake with a laugh at Amy’s words today. Then there’s something wrong with me, too. I’m so hard for her already.
“What are you laughing at?” Liv asks.
I grab her face and bring it up to me. “Nothing, baby. You just make me shiver.” And I kiss her, swirling my tongue into her mouth and wrapping my arm around her, holding her tight against me as the warmth blankets us.
Spinning her around, I rinse her off, her hair and body, never taking my hands off her as her kisses on my neck seep down into my belly.
“You said you could do anything a man could do,” I taunt. “Prove it.”
“Or what?” She bites my lips. “You threatening to get from Callum what you can’t get from me?”
She licks my mouth, and we grind on each other faster.
I groan. “Start getting more possessive, and I won’t have to. Tell me I’m your girl.”
Tell me.
“You trying to start shit right now?”
“Yes.” And I kiss her deep and strong, covering her mouth like it’s my last meal.
She slides down the wall, squatting between my legs, and yanks my hips into her mouth. Oh, Jesus. Her tongue glides up my pussy over and over again, ending each time with a nibble or sucking.
Again and again.
My eyes roll into the back of my head, her lips tugging my clit and making me moan. I don’t care who’s here to hear. Let them hear.
I lift my leg, placing my foot on the edge of the tub behind her, fisting her hair with one hand and reaching up, gripping the windowsill with another.
“Fuck me, princess,” she says.
She bites me, and I let my head fall back, overcome. I roll my hips, thrusting into her mouth against the wall, and I peer down, taking in the view.
She kisses and tugs, sucking on my inner thighs and swirling her tongue over my slit. “Fuck.” I shake, grinding on her mouth faster. “More, Liv.”
She takes my ass in both hands, diving inside me with her tongue, and I cry out. Heat fills my stomach, and I throb as she thrusts into me and rubs her own clit between her legs.
She licks and tastes. “You’re so wet, baby.” And then she meets my eyes again. “But I’m dying to stretch you.”
I pause, my body aching to come and every inch of me hot. My pointed nipple hovers above her.
Before I can make sure I understand what she wants, she stands, turns the showerhead toward the wall and off of us, and reaches outside the shower, digging out the toy.
Once I see it, my heart jackhammers. “I’m scared.”
She meets my gaze. “Me too.”
She holds it under the water, rinsing it clean, and while I know she’s just saying that to soothe me, I appreciate it. It feels, for a moment, like we’re doing something together for the first time. Even though I know I’m not her first time. Or probably her fifth.
She kisses me again. “It’s the anticipation that makes you worry,” she says, pressing the button and finding a slow, steady rhythm.
She glides it between my legs, and I jerk, grabbing onto her.
“I can’t wait till you fuck me with this,” she whispers.
And I can’t help but smile. I would do anything to bring her pleasure.
“Come here, baby.” And she pulls me down on top of her as she sits on the bathtub floor, leaning back into a relaxed position. I straddle, following her lead, both of us rolling our hips and grinding on each other.
“You want to do it in here?” I ask.
She nods. “Yes. We’re wet. If we leave here, you’ll be cold. Stay with me.”
Always.
She moves the toy between us, and I scoot down her legs a little, watching her fit the shorter end inside of herself. It vibrates, I hear a sudden intake of breath, and my eyes dart up to hers, seeing a pained look on her face as she sinks it inside.
She whimpers, and my heart skips a beat, but…the pain fades out of her expression and she calms.
She rolls the toy a little, working the ribbed part over her clit until her breathing is no longer short and shallow but hard and deep.
Then, she looks at me. “Come here.”
God, she’s beautiful.
Leaning down, I kiss and suck her stomach, nibble her breasts, and then I lower my mouth on the toy, taking it down my throat and giving her something to watch.
“Clay…” she murmurs.
I wet it, not sure if the fright has dried me out, but I’m doing this. I’m doing this with her. Bringing my leg over, I straddle her again and lower myself onto it, feeling the tip dip inside.
I immediately tense up.
“Is it too big?” she asks.
I want to say yes. I want to retreat. But people do this every day. I can do this.
I move my hips in a circle, brushing the vibrator over my clit and getting warmed up again, and then I sink it inside, just an inch at first, and then I stop. “Just give me a minute,” I tell her.
I slide it out and back in, feeling the bulb of the shaft stretch me, and it hurts, but I sink farther down, the pain uncomfortable but bearable.
Liv thumbs my nipples, both of us silent and slow as I slide out and then back in again until I’m fully seated on her.
“Liv…”
“Just stay there,” she whispers, holding me on her. “Stay there. Give it a minute.”
I lean down, stretched, a little sore, and filled. It’s inside me, all the way.
I kiss her, squeezing her breast, and I start moving, grinding on her.
“Ride me, Clay.”
“Yeah,” I moan.
I rub on her, letting the vibrations do their work, and in a moment, I’m so warm, I know I’m wet. I slide off and back on it, moving it in and out easily now, not feeling bad at all. Just…stretched.
I smile, lean back, and grip both sides of the tub, loving her eyes on my body as I move and put on a show for her.
“You want it, baby?” She grips my hips.
I grind faster, the thickness, the tip hitting me deep inside, and the little motor jackhammering on our clits, making a combination beat of the best fucking thing I think I’ve ever felt.
I groan, changing positions to bounce on top of her. “Oh, God,” I cry, feeling it there now. Chasing it.
She squeezes my hips, baring her teeth and staring between us where our bodies meet. “Fuck, Clay. Harder, baby. Come on. Harder. It feels so good.”
And I can’t tell the difference between her moans and mine as we fuck in the bathtub.
I bring her hand up and suck on her finger, and she arches her back and digs her nails into my skin. “Jesus,” she gasps.
And then throws her head back, every muscle tightening as she comes, and I thrust my pussy into hers, grinding her so hard I feel her clit throb against mine until I fucking come.
“God!” I cry. “Liv! Oh, it feels so good.”
She grips my tits as I shudder and shake, my insides bursting with a wave of euphoria. My hips piston against her, jerking harder and faster until the orgasm starts to leave me, and I collapse on top of her, every part of me burning with exhaustion.
She holds me to her, and I think I register kisses on my hair, but the world spins too fast for me to be sure.
The vibrator still buzzes inside of us.
“Again,” she tells me, taking hold of my ass.
I look up, smiling before I kiss her lips.
“In the bed,” I tell her. “You on top. Fucking me backward.”
Her eyebrows shoot up.
I want to see her back move, her hair bouncing across her skin. And her ass.
I pull myself off the toy, wincing at the ache I didn’t feel a moment ago. I stand up, my legs wobbly, and she pulls the other end out of her. I take her hand and help her up.
“You okay?” she asks.
I think so. “Yes.”
Except none of this is leaving my system. I simply keep wanting more.
She holds one end of the toy under the spray, and I see the water turn a little pink from my blood.
I feel a blush cross my cheek and a smile begging to get out at the reminder of what she did to me.
How I can’t go back now.
Then, she turns it over and washes the other end.
Again, more blood.
I shoot my eyes up to her, but she’s not looking at me.
Wait…
“You never did that with anyone before?” I gape at her.
“No,” she says quietly, still not meeting my eyes.
But I thought that…
My mouth falls open, and I want to speak, but I don’t know what to say. There are too many thoughts.
It was her first time, too.
I grab her by the arm, turn her to me, and I hear the toy drop to the floor as I cover her mouth with mine.
I can never go back now.
“YOU CAN BORROW something from me,” I tell her.
She backs out of my room, the house still dark as only the faint hint of light pierces the clouds outside.
“I gotta brush my teeth and get my books.” She kisses me, both of us walking and holding each other. “And charge my phone and do my math homework before class and…”
I cover her lips, silencing her. She pulls away, smiling and laughing and looking playful as we jog down the stairs, but I’m not smiling. Everything hurts, and I don’t mean my body.
I’m falling. I hate seeing her leave, even though we’ll see each other in a couple of hours.
But I hold back as we walk past the living room to the front door. I don’t grab her again, even though my arms are screaming.
God, I got pathetic.
She stops, looking left, and I follow her gaze. Macon sits in the chair on the other side of the kitchen bar, his long legs in jeans, but he doesn’t wear a shirt, and his hair is mussed. His head rests in his hand as a stream of smoke drifts to the ceiling from the cigarette between his fingers.
He stares at us.
“Good morning,” she says.
I shoot a glance at her, seeing her approach him, and I try to stop her. “No, don’t.”
But she ignores me, and I wince like I’m bracing myself for a car wreck about to happen.
“I’m…uh,” Clay stammers, breathing hard as she stares at my oldest brother. “Um… About the…”
He blows out smoke, his eyebrows narrowed, and I’m caught between being amused at seeing Clay nervous, and being scared because no conversation between these two will end well. Macon is an ass.
Her mouth opens and closes, Macon eating her for breakfast without moving a muscle, and then she exhales and turns to me.
“Yeah, fuck this,” she says, kissing my lips once. “I’ll see you later, okay?”
I smile tightly and nod. Yeah, I tried to tell you. “Bye.”
Clay leaves, and I lock the door behind her, turning and meeting my brother’s gaze. “She was just trying to apologize for being in your room during Night Tide.”
He doesn’t say anything, and I give up. There’s no talking to him. I head for the stairs.
“Olivia?” he calls.
I stop, not in the mood.
I enter the living room again. “We’re not supposed to smoke in the house.”
His rule.
He drops the butt into a leftover beer bottle, the little sizzle of the embers extinguishing filling the silence.
He turns his eyes on me. “Finish with her.”
My muscles tighten. “It’s none of your business.”
“She’s using you.”
My eyes immediately sting, and I shake my head.
“She will always think she can use you,” he explains.
No. I can understand why he would think that, because I thought it too, but he doesn’t see what goes on when it’s just us. It’s not like that.
“Because you’re less to her,” he says, rising from his chair. “And she’s more.”
He moves toward me, all the feelings and doubts and insecurities I had when I started this with her flooding back. I’m not attached. I like her. It feels good.
I’m not attached.
“She thinks she’s more, because she’ll never want what you have,” he continues. “Because she thinks you want what she has. Because she thinks everyone wants to be her.”
No.
He advances on me slowly. “She has the power, Liv. This is how they think.”
I swallow.
“You are giving her your power.”
“What do you know?” I bite out.
“I know.”
I shake my head absently, dropping my eyes to the floor. I’m in control. She’s not running the show. Is that what he thinks? “I’m not in love with her,” I tell him.
“Liv…”
I dart my eyes up, glaring at him. “You don’t know anything.”
“I know it will be over when she says, not you.”
My lungs empty, because I don’t want to believe that’s true, but I know it is. Everything relies on her. Where we show our faces. How we have to hide at school. The future. We get along in and out of the bedroom, and neither of us wants to be away from the other, but…
I’m out.
She’s not.
Everything comes down to what she’s going to do and how long it will take for her to own up.
But I don’t care. I’m not taking this relationship to college. I don’t know what Macon’s worried about. Yeah, I like her.
I don’t love her.
But my head swims the moment the words drift through my brain. I don’t love her.
Macon leaves, his words hanging in the air as he heads up the stairs, and after a moment, I follow. He disappears into his room, and I grab my doorknob, ready to escape into mine, but Iron’s bedroom door opens.
A redhead in ripped jeans and a pink cut-off T-shirt walks out, Dallas pulling on his jeans behind her, and Iron still passed out in the bed in the corner.
Amy pulls the door closed, but not before Dallas winks at me, a shit-eating grin on his face.
Ew, really? What the fuck? How did that happen? Goddammit. I guess things got more interesting after we left last night.
Amy adjusts her bra straps inside her shirt and looks up, freezing as she spots me.
Out-standing. This day started two minutes ago and sucks so badly already. Clay and I shouldn’t have left the bed.
Amy sighs, a blush crossing her cheeks as she makes her way over to me. I’m pissed, but I’m not exactly sure why.
Maybe because my brothers are sleeping their way through my teammates all of a sudden? Because Amy got off in this house? Because the Saints might be treating this house like a brothel? Take your pick.
She stops in front of me. “Can I please ask you to keep this quiet?”
What? The threesome you just had with two older men?
“And I’ll do the same about you and Clay?” she says matter-of-factly.
I narrow my eyes. She knows?
Fine, whatever. “Okay.”
Not like I’d gossip anyway. Amy having sex with my family members isn’t a bragging right for me.
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