by M. H. Soars
“We?” She raises an eyebrow.
“What? You don’t think I can help?”
“I didn’t know you dabbled with music composition.”
I shrug. “I picked up a thing or two during my stint in Boys Future.”
She stares at me as if trying to decipher whether I have ulterior motives or not. “Okay. I’m stuck anyway. Maybe your raw talent can help.”
Several possible replies pop in my head but I refrain from speaking any of them out loud. They are all filled with innuendo and I don’t want to go there.
We work together for another hour and I manage to put my feelings for Saylor on the backburner. Who knew writing songs could be so interesting? When I catch her trying to suppress a yawn, I decide to call it night.
“It’s late and I think we made good progress. We can continue tomorrow.”
“Yes. I’m beat.”
“If you’re too tired to drive, you can crash here. You know I have a spare bedroom.” Saylor looks at me through slits and I can guess what’s she’s thinking so I continue, “Or I can get you an Uber.”
“I can drive. I’m not that tired.” Another yawn sneaks in.
“Right. You worked all day and you’re still recovering from a wild night. You’re not driving. Period.”
“You’re not the boss of me.” She crosses her arms in front of her chest and glares at me.
I smile, ready to contradict her, but she realizes her mistake and adds on, “I’m mean, you are, but not in that sense.”
My smile grows bigger.
“Ugh. Stop smiling. You know what I mean.”
I stand up and stretch my arms and back. “I’m not sure what you think is going to happen if you spend the night. I have every intention to sleep like the dead tonight. I’ll keep my bedroom door locked in case you can’t be trusted to control your urges.”
I shouldn’t have teased about last night, but her expression of indignation is priceless.
“Are you going to hold that lapse of judgment over my head forever?”
“Nah.”
Her face turns serious and that wipes the smirk right off of my face. “I need to tell you something. It’s personal.”
My first thought is she’s going to tell me about the threatening note she received. So I sit back down and mirror her somber expression. “Go on.”
“You know that my biological father is a politician, right?”
“Yes. Bas has filled me in.”
“Well, when I turned twenty-one, he made me sign an official document giving up all my rights to his fortune in exchange for keeping my name out of the newspapers when the attack happened.” Saylor glances down and licks her lips. “It was all self serving, anyway. He doesn’t want the press to ever know about my existence. It would put a blemish on his impeccable rep sheet.”
“He’s a bastard and doesn’t deserve to have you as his daughter.”
She peers at me through her thick eyelashes and my chest tightens. I want to pull Saylor to me and hold her close to my chest. She needs to know I will always keep her safe.
“Thanks. Well, as you can imagine, he’s less than happy I decided to play in a band. You see, he has a daughter only a few years older than me and, well, we look very much alike. You actually met her at the charity gala.”
I’ll be damned. That woman at the bar. I thought I was losing my mind then. Now everything makes sense. My mind begins to spin and I have a nagging suspicion where that note came from now. I will wait until Saylor finishes what she has to say before I bring the subject up.
“And because the resemblance is so obvious, he will try his best to keep me in obscurity.”
“Do you think he will create problems for the band?”
“Yes.”
“Does this have anything to do with the threatening note you received?”
I see the moment the words leave my mouth that Saylor wasn’t planning on saying anything about that.
“How did you know about the note?”
“Allan found it on the floor of the green room. He thought the note was meant for me. But it was for you, wasn’t it, sugar? Do you think your sister put it there?”
Saylor stands up suddenly, her body now as tense as a coiled spring. “The note has nothing to do with my half sister.”
I stand up as well so I can better glower at her. “What is it about then?”
She pushes past me and grabs her purse from the floor. “It’s none of your business.”
Whoa, what’s with the one-eighty change? I go after Saylor, grabbing her forearm and spinning her around. I won’t let her escape so easily this time.
“Don’t you dare give me that bullshit. Someone is threatening you and that makes it my damn business.”
“Because I’m your investment.” I don’t miss the venom in her tone.
“No, you stubborn woman. Because I love you and I would die before I let anything happen to you.”
Saylor’s eyes widen at my unintentional confession. Since I already screwed up with the charade, I might as well go for the kill. I cradle her face between my hands and kiss her like this is the last time I will ever be able to. She doesn’t resist, her lips and tongue surrender to my invasion as her hands wrap behind my neck. My entire body responds to her and before I know it, we tumble onto the leather couch, me on top of her, between her legs. This feels like déjà vu, Saylor giving into her deepest desires when she’s feeling cornered. She will try to run away tomorrow, I can count on it, but right now, I just want to feel her on my tongue, plunge my cock into her heat.
I grind my pelvis against hers, while my fingers trace the side of her torso until they reach the underwire of her bra. I leave her mouth long enough to open the front of her button down shirt and admire the swells encased by her lacy underwear. With the tip of my fingers, I circle her nipple, making her throw her head back and moan with her eyes closed.
“Oliver…”
“Yes, sugar.”
“I want your mouth on me.”
“Where?” My voice comes out as a groan.
“Everywhere.”
Fuck me. Like she even needs to ask. I bring my face between her breasts and swipe my tongue across one mound. “Wish granted.”
I open the front clasp of her bra before capturing one of her nipples with my mouth. I suck and tease, making small circles with my tongue while Saylor moans softly. My rock hard erection is straining against my jeans and I think I’m going to explode if my cock is not buried deep in her sheath in the next second.
“Sugar, I need you naked right now otherwise I’ll lose my mind.”
To my surprise, Saylor pushes me off of her and I end up falling flat on my arse. Shit. Did I go too far?
SAYLOR
I shouldn’t be doing this, but my body and my heart have wrestled away the feeble control my mind had. It’s pointless to fight. I want Oliver with every fiber of my being, I love him more than he will ever know. It was easy to shove the want and the feelings to a dark corner while he kept his distance. Little did I know that Oliver had the power to break all my barriers and bullshit with only three simple words. I love you.
Now, I’m a goner. No turning back. I want him to claim me, to do as he pleases.
“Sugar, I need you naked right now otherwise I’ll lose my mind.” His warm breath spreads over my nipple, making the throbbing between my legs almost unbearable.
I push him off of me so I can get rid of my clothes, but I’m too eager and he ends up on the floor. Now he’s looking at me like somebody just stole the candy out of his mouth.
“Oops, sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”
The relief on his face is priceless. “Thank fuck.”
He crawls back to me, opening my legs to nestle between them. His face is inches away from my crotch.
“I can feel your heat even through all your clothes. But they need to go.”
He pushes the zipper down, parting the fabric with his hands. I lift my butt so he can easil
y peel my jeans off. Once only my panties and bra are left, Oliver runs his hands up my legs, leaving a trail of goose bumps behind. His fingers play with the seam of my panties and I begin to feel impatient.
“Oliver, if you don’t fuck me with your fingers and mouth, I’ll have to take care of it myself.”
“Bossy.”
He pushes my panties aside and run his tongue over my swollen bud. I arch my back. “Fuck. I need more.”
He’s only too eager to comply by inserting two fingers at once and sucking my clit until I can’t see straight. I’m stretched so thin, so deprived of his touch that it doesn’t take long for me to come. The orgasm hits in the next second is intense and swift, it liquefies my bones. It makes me scream his name over and over again.
“That’s it, sugar. Come all over my tongue,” he says.
He keeps sucking my clit and pumping his fingers in and out even after the last tremors of my release have gone. If he continues, I’m going to come all over again.
“I need you inside me, Ollie.”
He’s on his feet and out of his jeans in record time. It’s almost comical. Then he searches for something inside of his jeans pockets and a moment later, looks at me. “I don’t have a condom here.”
I stand up and grab his shaft, pumping it up and down before letting it go and sauntering away toward the door. “You better go get it then.”
“Where are you going?”
“Your room, of course. I want to be fucked properly and that ain’t happening on that small couch.”
In reality, I don’t think I can work in this room with the girls tomorrow knowing I slept with Oliver in here. I don’t even make two steps into the hallway before he throws me over his shoulder and makes a run for his bedroom.
“Ollie, what are you doing? Put me down.” I laugh.
He throws me in the middle his California King-size bed and I bounce on the soft mattress. Next, he points his index finger at me. “Bra and panties off.”
Not waiting for me to comply with his demand, he disappears inside the bathroom, coming back a few seconds later with a box of condoms in his hand.
“What’s all that?”
“We’ve lost a month. Need to catch up.”
“You want to catch up on sex?” I lean on my elbows, trying to suppress the laughter wanting to breakthrough.
“Damn straight.” He frowns. “Why are you still wearing your bloody underwear?”
I pull the straps of my bra down and throw it to the side. Oliver is already in bed, condom wrapped around his swollen cock, ready to go. He nudges me back gently only to fall between my legs next.
“I’m still wearing panties,” I say as he nuzzles my neck.
“Are you?”
There’s a yank followed by the sound of fabric tearing and I can feel the head of his erection at my entrance. “Oliver, did you just rip my panties off?”
He looks into my eyes with a devilish grin on his lips right before he plunges inside of me in one precise push, scrambling all my thoughts.
“You bet I did. You can’t say I didn’t warn you.”
He stops any protest I might have with his mouth. I bring my knees up and cross my legs at the ankles, caging him in, allowing him to go deeper like that. The satisfied grunt that comes from deep in his throat makes me even hotter for him. His cock is rubbing me just in the right spot and I’m hit by another devastating orgasm within minutes.
“Oh my God. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop fucking me, Ollie.”
“I wish I could comply, sugar. But you feel too good.”
He keeps pumping, faster and harder until his cock grows bigger inside of me and I feel the tremors of his release. He bites my shoulder as he plunges even deeper and I come yet again, screaming so loud this time I bet his neighbors can hear me.
“Fuck,” he says before he collapses on top of me, hiding his face on the crook of my neck, and breathing hard.
He stays in that position for a couple of minutes, unmoving but the rise and fall of his chest. When his breathing is back to normal, he rolls over and pulls me close.
“That was…fuck.”’
“I know,” I say before I start to pull away. I need to use the bathroom.
“Running away already? You didn’t even wait for me to fall asleep this time.” I hear the hurt behind the attempt at a joke.
“Ollie…”
I sit up on the bed and he does the same.
“I’m done playing games, Saylor. You know where I stand. I love you and I’m not going to hide my feelings anymore to make things easier for you. If you don’t reciprocate them that’s fine. Just say it to my face so we can both move on.”
My chest is tight. My heart is on the verge of short-circuiting for not knowing how to react. It’s rejoicing and breaking at the same time.
“Is that what you think? That I don’t care for you?”
He shrugs as if it’s of no consequence if I love him or not. But his eyes, they tell me a different story.
I move closer to him and touch his cheek. “The truth is I wish I didn’t care for you. I wish that my heart wouldn’t sing every time you are near me. I love you so much it hurts my soul.”
He closes his eyes and lets out a shaky breath before he kisses my open palm. When he looks at me again, there are so many emotions in his gaze that I can’t begin to take them apart.
“I’m fucked up, but you know that already. I won’t promise you every day it will be perfect with me, but I’ll try my damn best to do right by you.”
I kiss him so he won’t see the tears already forming in my eyes, or the guilt. It’s a soft kiss at first, but it quickly becomes clear it will lead to another round of mind shattering sex. So I pull away and jump out of bed.
“What—”
“I wasn’t trying to run away before. I have to use the bathroom.”
Oliver falls against his pillow and picks up the box of condoms, shaking it for my benefit. “Good. Hurry back, we still have these to go through.”
“Optimistic, aren’t you?”
“No. Realistic. I’m a stud. I can go on all night long. I hope you can keep up.”
I laugh and shake my head. “Alright, stud. Challenge accepted. The one who falls asleep first cooks breakfast tomorrow.”
“You’re on.” He smiles and my heart crumbles.
I just bought my ticket to Hell. I might have lost the battle against my feelings, but I’m still not telling Oliver that he’s in love with a dead woman walking. I want him to be happy for as long as I have. The burden of the truth I must carry alone.
Twenty
OLIVER
“I have nothing to wear,” Saylor looks at what’s left of her panties.
“I don’t mind if you go commando,” I say from my vantage position on the bed.
Saylor glares at me in all her naked glory, giving me another boner. I just fucked her in the shower and before that when we woke up. I shouldn’t have any juice left despite my claims from last night.
“I’m not going commando wearing skin tight jeans. I will get a rash.”
“Fine. You can borrow a dress from Charlotte.”
Any other bird would probably balk at the idea, but not my Saylor. Without a word she leaves my bedroom and a moment later, returns wearing a long, bohemian dress with a plunging neckline and bare back. Charlotte texted sometime in the middle of the night to let me know she went to San Fran with her friends and she won’t be back until Sunday. It suits me fine. I want as much time alone with Saylor as I can get. I give her an appreciative glance and smile.
“Fuck, you are beautiful.”
Her gaze zeroes in on my erection and she raises an eyebrow. “Don’t get any ideas. I’m not riding you again until you make me breakfast.”
“Excuse me? I think you are the one who needs to get your ass into the kitchen A.S.A.P. You fell asleep before I did.”
She puts her hands on her hips and levels me with a glower. “You dropped dead still inside me
last night. I had to roll you over and get rid of the condom.”
That could have happened. Saylor wore me out.
“Ugh, fine.” I throw my legs to the side of the bed and get up.
I open the top drawer of my chest and pull out a pair of briefs. I’m taken by surprise when Saylor yanks the underwear from my hand. “Nu-uh. If I have to go commando today, so do you.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes.”
I tackle her and we both collapse on the bed with me on top. She lets out a yelp before she starts to hit my chest. “Ollie, cut it out. I’m hungry.”
“Me too, for your sweet pussy.” I kiss her neck as my hands lift the dress up.
“You just had my pussy.” She tries to wiggle out from under me.
I tickle her and I know it’s game over when she stops putting up resistance. But voices coming from the living room interrupt our morning fun.
“Shit,” we both say in unison.
I roll off of Saylor and she gets up, fixing the dress. It’s wrinkled beyond hope now.
“It sounds like Allan and Tabatha. What are we going to tell them?”
I lean on my elbow and grin from ear to ear. “You look so cute when you’re flustered like that. The truth of course.”
“Which is?”
I sit up and pull her to me, my arms going around her tiny waist. “That you belong to me and I belong to you.”
“God, were you this corny before we hooked up?”
“No. See what you did to me? You’ve ruined my game beyond repair, now you must keep me forever.”
She wrinkles her nose. “I didn’t realize you had a ‘you break, you buy’ policy.”
“Oh, yes, I do, sugar. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me now.”
SAYLOR
I feel Tabatha’s judgmental glare the moment I step foot in the living room with Oliver in tow. I must have painted on my face what I have been up to.
“You’re here early. Working hard on your new song?” Allan asks, still oblivious I spent the night.
Oliver throws an arm around my shoulder and kisses me on the cheek before turning to Allan. “Something like that.”