Oceans Collide

by M. A. de Olmos

  The movie started to play, and I was glad it was Madagascar 3, because I needed some cheap laughs. An hour passed, and the captain came on to announce that due to weather conditions the flight would be taking a detour adding another forty minutes to the flight. After the announcement, Ocean stirred and opened his eyes. He stretched and looked around the plane, and the bitch flight attendant came straight to him.

  “Hello, sir, is there anything I can get you or do to help you?” The whore wet her lips, and I snatched the headphones off and slammed them on my lap. She looked at me and smirked. That ugly whore! My body jumped instinctively wanting to tackle her, but Ocean’s arm came up fast and pinned me to my seat.

  “No, thank you, I’m fine,” he said and then winked at her. Her hand came up and rested on his shoulder, and I tried to wiggle out of his hold, but he pressed down harder.

  “Please let me know if you change your mind.” Ocean nodded at her, and she walked off trying to sway that fat ass of hers.

  “Down, Zena,” he said laughing. “I’ll be back. I’m going to the bathroom. Don’t attack anyone while I’m gone, especially the stewardess.” He got up and walked in the opposite direction of where the bitch was standing still smiling at him. I put my headphones back on to finish the movie. I was enjoying it up until then.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Ocean

  I walked into the planes restroom and leaned my back against the door. I started thinking about the shit I used to do with random chicks on my plane flights when I was competing. I pretty much fucked them anywhere and everywhere I wanted, but this time they weren’t the ones I was thinking about bending over. It was Liv. Seeing her pissed and wanting to beat the crap out of that girl made my dick rock hard. I whipped out my hard dick and forced myself to take a piss. It hurt like a bitch but I couldn’t go back out there with a hard on. I washed my hands, and then my face with cold water. I took several deep breaths before opening the door, and when I did, the chubby flight attendant was standing there.

  I looked up, and Liv had her headphones back on. “You positive I can’t help you?”

  “Listen, I appreciate it, but if you don’t want my girl to get up and sweep the isle with you, I suggest you back off.” The expression on her face would have made me feel bad before but now I didn’t give two shits. She got my point and stormed off. When she walked passed my seat she slapped the back of it intentionally, and I saw Liv’s head snap in her direction. She slowly removed her headphones and froze. The flight attendant looked over her shoulder at Liv and rolled her eyes. Oh, shit… Liv was getting up. I just about ran back to my seat catching her by her belt and pulling her back.

  “Let go,” she hissed at me between her teeth. I pulled her closer. “I have to use the bathroom, let me go.”

  “Yeah, okay, I’m not Law, baby.” She narrowed her smoky eyes at me and twisted herself back in her seat. With her arms folded across those perky ass breasts, she stared at the back of the flight attendant’s head. I wanted to laugh because she was behaving the same way I would have if it were the other way around, and that meant something. It meant she claimed me for herself as I did to her. Even if she couldn’t admit to it now, I knew she did. To see how far I could go with her. I slipped my hand between her thighs and nestled it close to her pussy. I wrapped my thumb around palming her thigh and used it to message the side of her thigh. She slowly arched her back into the seat pulling my hand in deeper letting me feel the heat radiating out of her body.

  She uncrossed her arms and let them fall to her sides. I turned my head and looked down at her. Her breathing was slow and steady. I leaned in closer and whispered in her ear, “Give me your phone, baby.” She calmly reached into her back pocket, careful not to dislodge my hand and passed me her phone. I took with my free hand. I loved the way she obeyed my commands. Without a word… without a fight.

  I could feel her pussy tighten and her legs stiffen. “Relax, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” I squeezed her thigh again and she squeezed her legs together in response. I smiled at her as she rested her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes. She reminded me of the way virgins reacted when they were being touched for the first time. I prayed to god she was still a virgin because just thinking about some piece of shit touching her threatened to drive me mad. I squeezed her thigh again to calm my own nerves this time. She was mine and from this point on, I was going to be the only man she would ever want, even if it killed me. I opened up the contacts on her phone and noticed she didn’t have many.

  Her dad, his assistants, some banks, gyms, and Law. That was it—no friends, no other family. Nothing. I opened Law’s contact, and she had a ringtone assigned to him. I played the Bruno Mars song lowering the volume not to bother anyone. I went into her phones settings and looked up her ringtone, and it was Addicted by Medina. I played it, and instantly fell in love with the song. If that was how she felt, then I knew her better than I thought I did, because I felt the same way. I added all my contacts and everything about me down to my address back in Virginia to my birthday.

  I opened up her iTunes wanting to assign myself a ringtone. I chose Don’t Judge Me by Chris Brown. I saved it and locked her phone. I went to give it back, but she looked too peaceful to disturb. I knew she wasn’t sleeping, but I didn’t want to take away the peace she’d found. I tucked it in my pocket and rested my cheek on her head.

  ***

  Baggage claim in Boston always drove me mad. I was more than happy when Law asked me to get the rentals ready. He wanted one ride for himself, because he was going straight to the lawyer’s offices, and one for Liv and me to check into the hotel ahead of him. I rented out an Escalade for Law because he loved big vehicles, and then I picked out a sexy red 300z for Liv and me. Law pointed out her Acura at her hotel, and I was impressed she drove manual; that told me the woman could handle herself in many ways. I bet she’d beg me to let her drive, and I knew I would. She didn’t have to beg for anything from me to get her way. Unless begging was a requirement on my part. She already had me. Hell, I even thought about buying the damn 300z for her, but then thought better of it.

  By the time they caught up with me, Liv looked like she was about ready to murder someone. I raised my eyebrows at her, and she snapped at me. “What! This little kid wanted to steal my damn duffle bags. I could have killed that little brat.” She was mad, but there was laughter in her eyes, and I couldn’t help but laugh at her. She was too damn feisty for her own good. I looked at Law, and his body language was calm, but I could tell he was fighting with something. Law thinking too hard and Law thinking at all meant bad news.

  “Law, what’s the plan, bro? Our rides should be here any minute.” When I heard the engine of the 300z purr and whip around the corner, I looked at Liv’s face. As the car came around the corner, I swear the girl had a fucking orgasm. The squeals coming out of that tight little body had to be on edge and hard again. She was jumping up and down like a little kid. When the driver stepped out, she nearly tackled him begging him to pop the hood. When he agreed, she hugged him, and I had a hard time not wanting to strangle the guy. He looked too fucking happy, and I caught him starring at her ass. I had to bite my tongue to keep from walking over there and breaking his jaw.

  I turned to look at Law, and he looked as if he’d been kicked in the balls by an evil witch wearing six-inch heels. “What’s wrong, man? You look like you just swallowed a handful of sour patches or some shit.” He laughed but it wasn’t his laugh… it was fake.

  “Nothing… I need to get going, because the lawyers are waiting. You think you can take care of Sunshine for a couple of hours? The hotel I booked isn’t far from here.” I didn’t like that he was going off by himself, but I didn’t want to argue. Having Liv all to myself… I’d never pass that up.

  “Just tell me you’re cool, man, because you got that look in your eye. The look that almost always gets us in handcuffs.”

  “Nah, I’m cool, just take care of Sunshine for a while.” He got no fur
ther argument from me.

  I walked up to the ass that was still drooling over my girl. Yes, my girl!

  “Keys, please.” Liv looked at me and grinned from ear to ear. The guy tossed me the keys and walked away a little annoyed that I had ended his fun, but fuck him. The girl was mine. Liv rushed to me trying to take they keys from my hand. I raised my arm up out of her reach, and she put her hands on her hips. “Come on, Ocean. Let me drive, please? You probably drive these cars all the time.”

  “I doubt you can handle it, but I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.” I handed her the keys, and she grabbed them and ran to the driver’s side. Laws truck arrived, and he was ready to go.

  “I’ll see you guys in a couple hours.” He called over his shoulder as he climbed in his ride, started the truck, and drove off. Something was definitely going down.

  “Come on, Ocean, let’s go! I want to drive this baby!” I wanna drive you too, baby, just wait and see. She leaned over and unlocked my door pushing it open for me. I sat down in the passenger seat, adjusting it so that the seat leaned back as far as it could go. They didn’t make these bad babies with tall people in mind.

  “Which way do I go?” She asked before starting the engine.

  “First, put on your damn seatbelt and two, just follow the navigation.”

  “Yes, sir!” She saluted me and rolled her eyes at me.

  “I wouldn’t say shit like that to me if you want me to keep my hands to myself, Liv.” I wasn’t kidding and she knew it, because her caramel cheeks flushed red.

  My phone went off and I pulled it out. Law text me twice. Shit, here it comes.

  Law ~ sorry, man, I think I just lost it

  Law ~ fuck the lawyers, im going to his office now!

  “Baby, seatbelt off, and switch seats with me!”

  “What! Hell no! I want to drive!” I reached over and unhooked her belt.

  “Now!” She shoved me back hard and went to reach for the door to open it. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her onto my lap swapping spots with her. Once she was in the passenger seat, and I was in the drivers, I started the bad boy and peeled out.

  “Seatbelt on, Liv!” She stomped her foot.

  “Asshole!”

  “Yeah I can’t wait to see yours, too.” That shut her up, and I sped off after Law.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Lawrence

  I was doing fine not thinking about wanting to go straight to my dad’s office, but as soon as the plane landed, I started to lose focus. All my focus, and my ability to rationalize shit, went down the fucking drain. I knew Ocean could see right through me, but as long as I didn’t start talking about shit with him, I’d be fine, or so I thought. Once I got behind the wheel of the truck, all I wanted to do was look into the eyes of the bastard that was trying to ruin the little happiness my mother had finally found, and break his nose. I’d fuck him up along with his little house on the prairie fucking family. If he only knew the bitch he knocked up and left my mom for was riding my dick for a month before they met, I wonder if he’d give a shit then. Either way, I was going to confront the son of a bitch and do some fucking damage.

  I knew it wasn’t fair to Ocean and Sunshine, but he had to know, so I sent him some texts. He was the only one that could stop me from killing my dad, if that’s what it came to…

  Livie

  “Ocean, what’s going on?” I asked him ready to start screaming at the top of my lungs if I had to. He was driving as if we had just robbed a damn bank.

  “Call Law,” was the only response I got from him and as usual, my body responded. I reached for my back pocket but my phone wasn’t there.

  “I don’t have my phone, Ocean? Didn’t you ask me for it on the plane?” I had to hold my breath as I spoke because the memory of him having his hand in between my legs made me a little dizzy. He reached into his pocket and handed over my phone. I snatched it and quickly found Law’s number. The phone rang and went straight to voicemail. I hung up and called again. The phone picked up on the fourth ring this time.

  “Law, please tell me what’s going on!”

  Ocean snatched the phone from my ear and I punched him in the shoulder, but he just shrugged it off. Damn animal! “Come on Law don’t do this man. Not yet. Let’s go see the lawyers and then we can visit the son of a bitch. You don’t want to do this!” I sat quietly trying to listen to what Law was saying on the other end of the phone, but he was frantic and yelling too loud for me to make out anything clearly. I couldn’t make out much and my legs started bouncing up and down from my anxiety building.

  When Ocean finally hung up the phone, he slipped it back into his pocket and didn’t say a word to me. Not the best choice. I slapped the steering wheel making the car jerk violently into the next lane. “TELL ME WHAT’S GOING ON OR I’M JUMPING OUT THE FUCKING CAR, OCEAN!” I was livid and ready to start a fight in this small ass car on the highway. He turned to look at me and gave me a death stare, but I ignored it. “ASSHOLE! YOU GOT FIVE SECONDS!”

  I went to slap the wheel again, but he blocked me and rammed his hand hard in between my thighs. He gripped my thigh tight in his hand, and then started massaging my leg. It was rough and hard, nothing that would soothe a normal person, but I wasn’t normal and his touch was taking the fight out of me with each bruising push and pull of his hand. Just like that, he won. I wanted to keep yelling at him to tell me what the hell was going on, but my body refused to comply. It just submitted to him in every way. I shut my eyes and pushed my feet to the floor of the car shoving my body deep into the seat. I let the pain of his grip on my thigh take over, and I started hyperventilating for a totally different reason this time. My clit was throbbing against his thick hand pressed up against it. “Relax, baby, just let it go.” I let it go and went to that dark and quiet place his touch took me to as he continued to drive like a mad man.

  Lawrence

  When I saw the red 300z creep up through the traffic, I slowed down a little. The better part of me wanted to turn around and do the right thing. I was stronger than this, that I knew, but I didn’t want to be the better person right now. I considered becoming a total waste of space like my dad, but I couldn’t stomach the thought of treating woman the way he did. How my mom fell in love with a jerk like him I could never figure out. When I passed by his business sign that read McDaniel’s Fitness Enterprise, I cringed. The bastard owned several well-known yoga studios in Boston.

  I ripped the wheel to the right and slammed the brakes as the truck flew into the closest parking spot. Ocean was right behind me screeching tires as he took the space next to mine. His door flew open, and he looked in worse shape than I did. The veins in his forearms were bulging, and he looked about ready to explode. Sunshine opened her door slowly. She looked exhausted, pissed, and happy all at the same time. I don’t think I’ll ever figure her out. I turned to walk into the four-story glass building with Ocean, and Sunshine on my heels.

  I walked into the building and went straight to the directory on the wall. Lawrence McDaniels, room 306. I hated that we had the same first name. When he left my mom, I begged her to change my last name to Hawthorne. Thank god, she did it, because I probably would have killed myself if she hadn’t. I glanced at the elevator, but I preferred the stairs because I was to fucking amped up to stand there and listen to elevator music. I felt Ocean on my heels again, and Sunshine wasn’t too far behind. It was only three flights of stairs, so I knew she’d be okay. Before I could open the stairwell door, Ocean’s arm blocked me. I looked over my shoulder at him.

  “I’m with you on this but think about shit before you act. We have Liv here, so don’t lose it.” I nodded in agreement knowing I couldn’t promise him shit, because I had already lost the grip on my emotions.

  He dropped his arm, and I opened the door. It was a nice building; everything was sterile and white except for the deep cherry wood desks and chairs. I spotted the door with his name on it and started walking toward it, when a brunette with g
lasses blocked me.

  “Excuse me, sir, can I help you?”

  “No you can’t. I’m here to see McDaniels.”

  “Do you have an appointment?” she asked as she looked around me to Ocean and Sunshine.

  “No, and I don’t need one. The asshole is my father!” Her face went blotchy with red and white patches. When she didn’t say anything back, I walked around her and opened the door.

  My dad was sitting behind his larger than life desk leaned back in his leather chair as he talked on the phone. “Smith, I’ll have to call you back. I’ve got some very important company.” He set the phone down calmly and stood up from his chair. I was a couple inches taller than he was, and it fed my ego knowing I was better than this man in every way possible. Well, maybe except for one.

  “Whoa, if it isn’t my son Law McDaniels.” The smile on his face made my hands ball up into fists.

  “The names Lawrence Hawthorne.” He frowned at me and looked toward Ocean and Sunshine.

  “Hello Ocean, good to see you out of rehab.” I looked back at Sunshine, and her face went pale. Shit.

  “For me, yeah, it’s good to be out, but you, not so much.”

  My dad shifted nervously, and I smiled.

  “And who is this exotic beauty?” he asked walking toward Sunshine. I was about to cut him off, but Ocean beat me to it. He stepped back in front of her blocking his view.

  “She’s none of your damn business.”

  “I would listen to him, McDaniels.” My dad looked at me and narrowed his eyes.