“Joshua,” she murmured.
“Olivia Ann, I’ve missed you.” Then she realized his eyes were silvered in a shimmer of tears, and her heart turned over.
“Oh, no, please, no.” Her fingers trembled as she touched his eyelashes, and he smiled.
“Happy tears, I promise. Happy tears. I thought I’d lost you, and waking up to you in my arms…well, it is just…everything.” He hugged her close but not as strongly as she would have liked, so she hugged him harder. When he still continued to hold her gently, she pulled out of his arms.
“Joshua, you’re treating me like my ribs are still hurting, they’re not.” She frowned up at him.
“Olivia, I can’t believe how much weight you’ve lost. I’m worried about you.” She drew away from him and pulled the comforter up around her naked body. Usually she wasn’t self-conscious about her body, but he was right. She’d noticed herself that she had been looking kind of boyish.
“Wait a damn minute, I don’t like where your mind just went.” Joshua pulled away the covers and looked his fill, making her uncomfortable. She covered her breasts that used to be a full B cup, but were now edging toward an A cup. He pulled her hands away from her breasts.
“Olivia Ann, you know we’ve had our share of problems. We’ve had men in suits going after you, we’re working on a polyamorous relationship with Ian, and we’ve had you working yourself into the ground. Do we really need you feeling self-conscious about a body that I just went crazy fucking not seven hours ago?” She yanked the comforter back from him, covering herself, and gave him a dirty look.
Joshua threw up his hands, realizing he had totally mishandled this situation. Then, proving that there was a God, the front door opened, and Ian yelled that he was home. Please, let him help pull my ass out of the fire. It was only fair, after all. Joshua had done it for him.
Ian almost bounced into the bedroom, and it was so incongruous to their mood that they both stared at him. “I found it, I know exactly what they were after! Tell me about the Atlanta project, Livvy.” He sat down on the bed, stroking his hand down her arm, and she immediately pulled away from him. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Ian asked.
“Joshua doesn’t like my body,” she answered with a tremor in her voice, close to tears.
“Are you out of your mind? Joshua almost killed himself trying to get enough of your body just hours ago,” Ian reminded her. Olivia was making no logical sense, and she was always logical. What was going on?
“You’re both just being nice to me.” The trembling was getting worse, and both of the men could see the impending waterworks.
“What in the hell happened?” Ian asked, directing the question to Joshua .
“I told her she had lost a lot of weight and I was worried about her,” Joshua supplied.
“Oh.” Now it was making sense. He decided to take a page out of Joshua’s book and handle things in a teasing and loving manner. “Let me show you how you say something like that. It’s all in the technique.” He picked Olivia up in one fell swoop and dropped her in the middle of the bed, and fell down onto her, his clothes prickly against her naked body, but she didn’t mind in the slightest.
“Grab her arms, Joshua, and pull them over her head.” Joshua immediately complied, and Olivia felt very vulnerable. Then Ian rose up and pushed open her legs with his knees, making a space for himself, and just stared. He boldly cupped each breast and squeezed, over and over, catching her nipples between two fingers, igniting a fire deep within her.
“What a perfect handful, and so beautifully shaped,” he crooned as he continued to lightly pinch the buds of her breasts again and again, taking her to dizzying heights. Then as quickly as he started, he let go.
“Joshua, let’s roll her over.” In a blink, she was on her stomach, and Ian continued his squeezing ministrations, only this time it was to the cheeks of her ass. “So firm and juicy and ripe.” He squeezed, and gripped, and finally rubbed his cheeks against the globes of her ass. “I could spend hours playing with this luscious ass. It’s perfect. Not too much, not too little, it begs for my cock, and boy, do I want to fuck your puckered little hole.” He drifted his fingers across her tightly puckered anus, causing her to jerk upward, trying to get him to stay and play. She liked the riot of sensations he was causing as he touched her there.
Then his hands left her ass, stroking around to her waist. “So tiny, I could span your waist with both of my hands. One night when it’s just Ian and Olivia, I’m going to play with you like you were my little sex doll and position you in every way I’ve dreamed and just take you and take you, until you scream your release over and over,” Ian promised, his voice dark and smooth like aged scotch.
“Yes, do that now.”
“I can’t, baby.” He eased his hands higher, over her rib cage, then down her vertebrae. Now was the time for logic and passion. “Do you feel every touch against your bone? Are you used to this, or is this new since the attack? Has it gotten worse since you left us and came back to Boston? I think it has. I think we’ve got to be careful with our woman. Trust me, Livvy, we will fuck you, because you make our blood boil, but we are going to do it carefully until you have had some rest and some regular meals. Then you won’t be able to pull us off you. And you want to know what else?” Olivia was mesmerized. All she could do was shake her head no. “I’m going to fuck this delectable ass while Joshua fucks that amazing pussy, and you are going to scream in pleasure.”
Olivia felt the fluid dripping out of her pussy. “Please, Ian, please, Ian, I’m begging you. Fuck me, fuck me now.” Then she turned to Joshua. “Is that what you meant?” Joshua nodded his head, and she saw his relief. “Please—you, too—fuck me. I want it now, both of you inside me at the same time, like Ian described.” Olivia couldn’t help the low whimper that escaped her lips.
“Oh, Kitten,” Joshua pressed a tender kiss against her lips. “We can’t fuck you right now, but we would be more than happy to love you, wouldn’t we, Ian?”
“Oh, yes,” Ian said reverently, with one long, last stroke down her ass, to the folds of her sex, causing her to come up on her knees, trying to get closer to the soft touch of his fingers. “Livvy, you’re so wet for us.” She ground her forehead into the mattress.
“Joshua, come here.” Ian urged his friend to the foot of the bed as he stepped off to get rid of his clothes. Joshua knelt between Olivia’s spread legs, and pushed her ass up and her knees out, forcing her beautiful ass even higher into the air, exposing the folds of her pussy to his avid gaze.
“He’s right, Olivia Ann, you’re so excited, and puffy, and juicy. You’re absolutely irresistible.” He took the tip of his tongue and swiped it from her clitoris, through the thick honey of her slit, up and up until he had the moisture spread up against the rosette of her anus. Olivia let out a keening wail at the utter eroticism of the caress, as he continued to brush her tightly furled entry, smoothing her silky essence deeper and deeper.
“Oh, that’s a beautiful sight. I love watching her tremble and moan as you rim her asshole, Joshua.” Ian spoke quietly. Knowing Ian was watching ratcheted up Olivia’s excitement, causing her to wail out a response, which was when she felt Joshua fill her cunt with his fingers. She felt so full, she knew he had to be using at least three, maybe four, as he found that bundle of nerves that never failed to blow her mind. “Please, not this way, Joshua, I need to feel your seed, I need to know a part of you is inside me.” All movement suddenly stopped, and for a split second Olivia felt bereft, but then she heard the question.
“Really, Olivia? You truly feel that way?” Olivia felt so sad that she had made this man question himself this way. She twisted around so she was holding Joshua in her arms.
“Oh yes, baby. Having you inside me, feeling your release, and knowing you’re still with me hours later makes me feel complete.” She kissed his forehead and lay back down. He pressed her knees back against her chest, knowing this position would strike that knot of nerves with every t
hrust. He gently pushed forward, because she was delicate, and this was making love. Stroke after gentle stroke, taking her higher, no matter how much she pleaded for a faster or stronger loving, he held back. He sensed that this was a time for a tender loving. There would be other times for lustier expressions of their passion. Today was for making gentle love, and they both enjoyed a slow climb to the stars.
When the languid intimacy with Joshua was complete, he moved away, and she felt the slight trickle of his seed seep slowly down her thigh. She started to get up to clean up, when Ian softly pressed her back into the covers.
“I need to clean—”
“No. No, Livvy, you don’t. This is part of us.” He bent down and kissed her mouth, his tongue invading but not plundering. Instead this time Ian was seducing her, and it was wonderful. She brushed her tongue against his, enjoying the texture, the taste.
He rolled on top of her, and she felt the blunt head of his cock seeking entrance. Even with the added lubrication of Joshua’s seed, there was still that momentary shock as the large head gained purchase through the tight muscle, until finally he was seated inside her.
“Okay, Livvy?”
“Perfect,” she assured him.
Then, like Joshua before him, he started a slow and gentle rhythm, as if she were spun glass. In and out, but then he did that wonderful thing that she loved, he glided his hand down her leg, and brought her foot up to his shoulder so that he pressed deep, bumping against her cervix. Each time he prodded against her, she winced in pleasure, arching up higher and higher against him.
“Again—God, Ian, again.” She panted out her pleasure. He continued and soon her head was thrashing back and forth and finally she screamed out her release as he, too, spent inside her, his seed bursting deep within her body, mingling with Joshua’s.
Part of her was shocked at the thought of such a thing. But another part, the greater part of her, knew soul-deep that nothing had ever been so right. Again she wished only for two things, and that was that she could do this without the barrier of birth control, and she prayed that the doctors were right, that she would be able to conceive with only one ovary.
* * * *
While Ian had the pleasure of showering with Olivia, Joshua called down to the concierge and placed a large grocery order. He then asked for the name of a good restaurant that would deliver, and placed an order for dinner for five with six desserts. The first order of business was to start getting Olivia to gain back some of that much-needed weight. Joshua was tipping two delivery men as Olivia and Ian made their way out into the living room to sit down.
“Ian, you need to get your lazy ass into the kitchen and start putting away these groceries,” Joshua said, handing him some boxes. Olivia immediately stood up, and Joshua pointed a finger at her. “You, stay put. Your only job is to sit down and relax.”
“But Ian doesn’t know where anything goes,” she pointed out.
“I can figure it out,” Ian said, carrying three stacked boxes to the kitchen. “Joshua’s right, you rest.”
Meanwhile, Joshua started pulling out the food from the Italian restaurant. He’d gotten three side salads, a serving of fettuccini alfredo, two servings of lasagna with meat sauce, a serving of spaghetti and meatballs, and a serving of ravioli, garlic bread, calamari, banana cream pie, two chocolate cakes, and two crème brûlées. He spread the whole conglomeration across the large coffee table. When he turned back to Olivia, her eyes were as wide as saucers.
“Who all is coming over?” she finally asked.
“This is just for the three of us.” Ian walked out, carrying an opened bottle of red wine, two glasses, and two table settings. Joshua and Ian sat down on either side of Olivia. The men piled their plates high, and Olivia watched in amazement.
“You can’t possibly mean to eat that much,” she said.
“No, we don’t,” Joshua answered. “Haven’t you wondered why you don’t have a plate?” he asked with a smile. Ian curled an arm around her so that she could settle back against him, and Joshua cut off a piece of lasagna and put the piece in front of her mouth. He waited, and slowly Olivia parted her soft pink lips and took in the proffered pasta. How in the hell can I be getting hard again, Joshua wondered. After she swallowed, Ian brought his glass of wine to her lips so she could take a sip, and Joshua watched the elegant muscles in her throat move to swallow the liquid. He shook his head and took a big bite of his lasagna.
Again and again, the men fed her bites of food, in between eating their own food. In this way they ensured that Olivia ate a full meal. All the while, Joshua felt a bone-deep satisfaction knowing that he was taking care of his woman, seeing to her basic needs.
“Enough,” she finally said when Joshua brought a forkful of fettuccini to her lips. “I can’t eat another bite.”
“Then, it’s time for dessert,” Ian exclaimed. He set down his almost empty plate of food and picked up one of the crème brûlées, while Joshua picked up a slab of chocolate cake. Joshua looked over at Olivia, and saw the avarice in her eyes. This woman had a sweet tooth, and he intended to take full advantage of it.
“So, who first—me or Ian?” he asked, with a dark smile.
Olivia looked back and forth between the two men, looking directly into their eyes, making sure not to look at the confections in their hands. Finally, she purred. “Definitely you, Joshua.” His head fell back in laughter.
“Ha! I beat you, Ian. Chocolate is going to win every time with this lady.” Joshua took a forkful, careful to make it a corner with plenty of icing, and placed it into her already open mouth. She gave a heartfelt moan, making both men squirm. Joshua realized that Olivia knew what she was doing to them, and he didn’t care, as long as she ate every damn piece of cake he gave her. It was worth any amount of blue balls.
After dinner was cleaned up, Ian and Joshua set up their laptops at the dining room table. When Olivia went to get hers, both men gave her an emphatic “no.”
“Olivia, you know that time on the computer is contributing to the migraines. No laptops for you, little girl.” Joshua watched as she pouted, and he was amused to see his friend struggle to maintain his stance. Who would have guessed that Ian would be the one to give in so easily? It was Olivia’s pouty lower lip that was doing it, Joshua decided. It was an effective weapon, but no match when compared to her health. Since she was already perturbed with them, Ian figured he might as well go for broke. “Also, Joshua and I would like to go with you to your doctor’s appointment.” He waited, and it didn’t take long.
Olivia Ann sat straight up in her chair, and Ian no longer felt like he was at a dining room table. Rather, he felt like he was at an executive conference room table, and she was staring down at him like he was one of her minions. In a very calm and frosty voice, she said, “I beg your pardon?”
“We want to go with you to your doctor’s appointment,” Ian reiterated.
“Let me be sure I understand your meaning, Ian. You wish to escort me and sit in the waiting room as I meet with my doctor, is that what you’re saying?” Ian was already shaking his head in disagreement with a smile on his face. He had been taken in by her calm voice. Joshua pitied him.
“No, we want to be in there with you. Look, Livvy, you’ve been taking too much of your medicine. I’m worried about you, we’re both worried about you. We want to hear what the doctor has to say,” Ian said with a concerned smile.
“That’s very considerate of you, Ian, but I’ll have to decline. Of course, I accept your offer to escort me to the doctor’s office.” Olivia’s smile was calm, cool, and professional.
“I think it’s important that we understand what needs to be done to ensure your health,” Ian said in a firm tone. “We’re in a relationship now,” he explained just as calmly.
“You’re right, we are in a relationship. Hopefully a healthy one with boundaries and mutual respect. You are not going with me to see my doctor.” Olivia kept the same perfectly professional and cool smile on her fa
ce, not giving an inch. Joshua could see exactly how she ran a multi-million dollar charity.
“We are going in with you, and that’s final!” Ian’s voice was the same one he had used so effectively years ago on the police force.
“My health is very important to me, and there is something called Health Information and Patient Privacy Act guidelines. If I tell my doctor I don’t want you to join me, he won’t allow you into the office. You’re not joining me in the doctor’s office. Now let’s discuss what you found out at my office.” Joshua watched Ian sputter, as she effectively dismissed him and turned to look at Joshua.
“Dude, you lost the argument, don’t look at me,” Joshua said, holding up his hands in the universal hand signal for defeat. He was given the same professional, calm, and cool smile. It was not comforting.
Ian, God love him, still turned a flinty look at Olivia. “Fine, but if you mean it about mutual respect, Livvy, you will share what he says to you with us so that we won’t worry about you. If I were having health problems, I would do the same thing, because this is a committed relationship, and I would hope that I could lean on you if I were having health issues. I could, couldn’t I?” And just like that, her entire manner changed, and she immediately leaned over and hugged him.
“Oh, yes, Ian, of course you could! I will always want to be there for you.”
“Then you will tell us what the doctor says?” His voice changed from flinty to pleading. Joshua was impressed. Ian was getting better at playing Olivia, or maybe this was just him talking from his heart. Either way, it was working.
“I promise,” she readily assured him.
Ian cleared his throat. “Okay then, let’s get down to business. I found out exactly what they were after.” He powered up his laptop. “The two computers that were compromised were yours and Adam’s. They copied all the records that pertained to the Atlanta project.”
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