Cityscape Affair Series: The Complete Box Set

by Hawkins, Jessica

  I shouldn’t have been so shocked when my pussy fluttered. I’d dreamed of, fantasized about, and fallen in love with David because he knew what he wanted—and he took it.

  That included me. But now that he had me, how far would he go to keep me? My breathing labored, desire coiling my insides at the thought of holding hostage the one thing David wanted more than anything else tonight.

  “Go find your friend Maria if you need it so bad,” I said.

  His jaw locked. “Olivia—”

  “I’ll see you in the morning,” I said before I slammed the door, locked it, and flung myself onto the bed. Confusion, anger, and lust mingled in me. I wanted to punish him as badly as I wanted him to throw me on the bed and fuck me until there was no question I was the only woman for him.

  David tried the door handle again. “So help me God, Olivia. Unlock the door.”

  “Leave me alone,” I said, partly because I knew he wouldn’t. And that kind of power over him had the spot between my legs nearly dripping with desire.

  “If I want to come in, a locked door isn’t going to stop me,” he warned.

  My heart skipped. David had broken down many emotional barriers to get to me—could he, would he, take down the physical ones, too?

  I knew the answer. He would. Nothing could keep him away, and the thought thrilled me. Dared me.

  “Go away,” I said.

  The door thumped with his weight once and then burst open with the second hit.

  His dark beauty overshadowed anything else in the room as he stalked toward the bed. My insides quivered at his delicious determination to have me no matter what, even as I scrambled to the headboard, cornering myself.

  “Get back here,” he said.

  “Make me,” I said.

  “Make you?” he growled. With lightning speed, he grabbed my ankles and dragged me to the edge. Leaping onto the bed, he secured my hands on either side of my head. “Are you going to listen now?”

  “Let go,” I demanded, wriggling under him as my towel slipped, then fell open.

  “Stop squirming,” he said sharply.

  “Make me,” I repeated.

  His eyes darkened. He spread my thighs with his knees. When his grip loosened, I freed my hands to shove his unyielding chest, relishing the fact that he wouldn’t budge. That since day one, he hadn’t ever budged.

  “Think you can fight me off?” he asked coolly. He caught my wrists again, trapping them easily in one large hand above my head. Taking my jaw in his other hand, his knees pushed my legs open wider before he dropped his pelvis. “How about now?”

  I bucked against him, suppressing a moan when my clit connected with his hardness. He released my face to reach beneath us and pull his underwear down. His erection fell heavy against my pubic bone.

  “Take what you want,” I dared. “I can’t stop you.”

  He thrust his crown against my stomach, trailing pre-cum over my skin. Reaching between my legs to find me slick, he groaned and squeezed my wrists together. “Your cunt’s so fucking wet,” he grated out, his fingers slipping and sliding over me.

  “It’s your semen from earlier,” I shot back.

  He buried his face into my neck. “Christ.”

  At just the thought of penetration, I writhed beneath him. I bucked my hips into him again, this time doing it over and over to chase my orgasm, moaning each time we connected.

  “You don’t even need me to fuck you,” he said as I closed my eyes to the blissful feeling of being utterly dominated. “You’re going to come anyway.”

  I was close, just rubbing against him, but I wanted him inside me badly. “I need it,” I said with gritted teeth.

  He pinned one of my thighs down against the mattress and pressed his head between my folds. “Open your eyes and tell me what you need,” he demanded.

  “You,” I breathed, my lashes fluttering open. “I want to come with you inside me.”

  “You got it,” he said and impaled me with one single, long drive. I cried out, squirming to adjust to the way he filled me, but he kept my hands firmly locked above me.

  I held his hungry gaze as he sucked in a sharp breath, reared back, and surged into me again. Within a few fast, hard thrusts, I came in a vicious orgasm, calling out for him.

  He pulled out suddenly and flipped me over onto my stomach. His fingers opened me seconds before he rammed into me from behind, eliciting a guttural noise from my throat. I bit into a pillow and clutched the edge of the mattress as he began to fuck my already raw opening. His mouth dropped to my shoulder blade, sucking hard and pulling my skin between his teeth. I gasped and crossed my ankles to make it tighter for him. He responded with a muffled curse and bit down harder.

  “You’re so goddamn tight,” he said into my hair, and I clenched around him. “Fuck.” He ripped at the bedding around me with two fists as he came, draining himself into me.

  I didn’t even have time to catch my breath before he withdrew and hauled my hips into the air. “Not finished with you yet,” he said. His fingers played in my overflowing slit, spreading his semen up and between my buttocks. I tensed and bit the inside of my cheek as he circled my anus. “You ever been fucked in the ass?”

  I only had the wherewithal to shake my head into the mattress and submit to whatever fate David had planned.

  He made a noise of pure lust. I braced myself, but his hand fell away and he fed his cock into my pussy again with a loud groan. “Goddamn,” he rasped and powered into me. He filled his need, showing me how much my body could take. His balls-deep thrusts leveled me onto the bed and ground me against the mattress until another orgasm threatened.

  “I can’t, it’s too much,” I whimpered.

  “You can,” he said, unrelenting.

  I gripped the bed with white knuckles, and despite my protests, my body sang for him. With one hand clasped over my shoulder, he continued fucking me, through my orgasm and after it, until he came vigorously again, filling me with his heat.

  He crumpled onto my back, heaving, and buried his mouth into my neck. “It’s all for you,” he whispered hoarsely, his breath tickling my ear. He slid his hands up my arms and settled them over mine at the edge of the mattress. “You’re everything,” he said, repeating it as he unhooked my fingers and laced them with his. “Don’t shut me out, baby. I need you. I need this.”

  The sheer need and hints of sadness in his voice brought tears to my eyes that I didn’t have the energy to fight. With my body limp on the mattress, I shuddered underneath him, hiding my face in the pillow.

  “Shh,” he said, stroking my hair with one hand. “I’m so sorry she came here. Forgive me.”

  He lifted off me and kissed my shoulders tenderly. Once I could move again, I took my time turning onto my back. David sat against the headboard, breathing heavily, watching me with steepled knees. “It’s over with Maria. I swear, Olivia. I didn’t know she’d come here. I didn’t know that all these years, she thought she would be the one. I told her it’s over. I took her keys away. Please. Don’t leave.”

  The pained expression on his face killed me. I only wanted to kiss it away. I climbed onto his lap and straddled him. Being sore and swollen made it uncomfortable to sit on him, but I didn’t care. I wanted us as close as possible. He answered with an all-consuming hug, clinging to me like I was a buoy in stormy waters.

  “I know it’s complicated,” I said softly. “Everything is so complicated. But I need to know. Do you still love her?”

  He drew back to look me in the face and exhaled a short laugh. “Love? What makes you think I love her?”

  “After three years, David? You just told me she has keys to your place, and . . .” I forced the depressing words out, barely managing a whisper. “I heard you out there. You told her you love her.”

  “Just now?” he asked. “Olivia, I love her as a person, I won’t deny that. But I’ve never been in love with her. I didn’t love her or any of them, my sweet, sweet girl,” he said, squeezing me. �
��It never occurred to me . . . if I’d known you thought that, I would’ve told you from the start that I didn’t love her.”

  I believed him. But I could also understand if Maria had thought she was getting more than David had to give. Wasn’t I the same, falling blindly in love with a man who could change course at any moment?

  “I’m sorry I locked you out,” I said.

  “I’m sorry I was so rough with you,” he said, sliding his palm up my back. “I’ve never been that out of control. You reduce me to a fucking animal.”

  “I like it,” I said with a small smile. “I like that you need me like I need you.”

  He nudged my chin up with his nose and kissed the underside of my jaw.

  “And I actually liked being restrained,” I added softly, eyes up to the ceiling. I’d never entertained the idea, thinking I’d hate being at another person’s mercy.

  “I knew you would,” he murmured.

  “How?” I asked.

  “You want me to take control.”

  “But . . .” I’d gone through great measures to ensure I was in charge of my emotions. “I always like being in control.”

  “Not wanting to give up control is not the same as wanting to be in control.”

  I nodded, awed by his ability to pinpoint how I felt better than I could.

  “You’d tell me to stop if it was too much?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I promised. “But it’s not.”

  “Sometimes, you have to let go, and let me take over, Olivia. I want it, and I’m not just talking about sex.”

  I shuddered involuntarily. To agree would be so easy, but I forced myself to see the reality of what he was saying. Letting him take the reins and giving myself over to him was too tempting. It edged me closer to the brink of completely drowning in him. “I know you want to be gentle with Maria,” I said. “And I’m sorry if I’ve cost you a friend. But I’m terrified you’ll suddenly change your mind and this will all go away. Terrified.”

  He rubbed a thumb between my eyebrows to ease my frown lines. “You have nothing to be afraid of.”

  “You two have so much history—”

  “And what about Bill?” he asked. “Are you going to run back to him?”

  I didn’t see how I possibly could after the past few days. Even if David and I didn’t work out, with some distance, Bill’s and my problems became clearer. I shook my head. “No.”

  “We have to trust each other if this is going to work,” David said. “We both have history, but that’s all it is. History. We’re moving forward together.”

  Suddenly emotionally and physically drained, I yawned. “Okay,” I agreed.

  He squeezed his arms around me. “And I want you to know—you’re the only partner I’ve ever had without a condom.”

  I blinked at him and cocked my head. “What?”

  “Getting someone pregnant? Fuck no. I wasn’t taking that chance.” He shook his head. “I couldn’t risk it knowing one fuck-up could one day affect my future family.”

  “Not even Maria?” I asked.

  “Especially Maria. She’d drain my bank account before the baby was even born.”

  “But you did it with me,” I said.

  He rubbed my back. “You’re different,” he said and pecked me lightly. “You’ve always been different.”

  David’s faith in us had never wavered. There’d been a point our first night when we hadn’t used a condom. And even though I, too, had been paranoid about getting pregnant at the wrong time, I’d begged him to come in me.

  Now that he had, we were relying solely on birth control. He’d come in me three times tonight alone. Would anything stop us from continuing to take that risk? I was still paranoid about pregnancy. Was he?

  I was tired. Too tired to go down that path. Instead, I melted into the feeling of his hand on my back.

  “You can barely keep your eyes open.”

  I nodded and yawned again.

  “Bed, baby.”

  “Hmm?” I asked.

  I heard him laugh, and he scooted off the mattress to pick me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck, nuzzled my nose into his neck, and drifted.

  * * *

  I can’t catch a breath, my chest tight as a fist.

  Oh my God.

  Hands hold me down. There’s blood, so much blood, David’s blood, and I’m trying desperately to inhale as everything goes dark . . .

  I bolted upright and gasped for air. My hand flew to my bare chest. I tried to scream, but my throat was so dry, I started coughing violently.

  A shadow stood over me in the dark. “What’s wrong?” David asked. “Olivia. What is it?”

  I pressed my hand harder into my throat and gulped in a breath. “Someone—” I croaked and started coughing again.

  His voice raised in alarm. “Someone what?”

  “A . . . dream.”

  “You need water,” he said, turning away.

  “No!” I exclaimed, grasping his hand. “No, please. Stay.”

  He crawled into the bed and melded his front to my back. His powerful arms snaked around me, securing me tightly.

  “Thank you,” I whispered.

  “Nightmare?” he asked.

  I nodded. “I’m sorry I woke you.”

  “You didn’t. I’d just set you in the bed and was putting out the fireplace.”

  “Good,” I said, gripping his forearms and snuggling closer.

  “What was it about?”

  I closed my eyes. “I was having trouble breathing. I always do in this one. Someone was holding me down, smothering me. And there was blood. Your blood. You were bleeding.”

  He made a strangled noise. “I’ve been too rough with you.”

  I shook my head emphatically. “I think it’s because of the fight with Bill tonight.”

  “You said ‘this one.’ Do you have nightmares often?”

  “Only since . . .”

  “Since what?” he prompted.

  “The night in my office.”

  His head popped up behind me. “With Alvarez? His attack?”

  “Yes,” I said quietly.

  “Oh, baby,” he said, burrowing in my neck and rocking me. “It’s my fault—I shouldn’t have restrained you.”

  “No.” I took a breath. “It’s not that.”

  “I’ll never let anyone touch you the way he did.” David shook me gently in his arms. “Do you hear me?” he asked fervently in my ear. “I promise. You’re safe with me.”

  “I know,” I said. “My superhero.”

  “Do you need water?”

  “Don’t leave.” I sighed. I rotated in his grasp and wrapped my arms tightly around him. “Don’t go.”

  9

  David stirred underneath me. My eyes opened to a light-infused room that felt as warm and happy as I did. His arms pulled me closer, and I lifted my head from his shoulder to look at him. “Did we fall asleep like this?” I whispered.

  He nodded.

  I sighed. “Sorry.”

  “Why?”

  “I didn’t mean to cling to you all night.”

  His chest shook underneath me with a laugh. “Cling? I believe you ladies call it ‘cuddling.’”

  “I hate cuddling,” I said and frowned. “At least, I think I do.”

  He laughed harder. “Were you uncomfortable?”

  “No. I slept great.”

  “Then maybe we should do it every night. Until you hate it again, that is.”

  I smiled and resettled on his chest, relishing the feel of his inviting skin under my cheek. Warmth from a surprisingly peaceful sleep enveloped me. I couldn’t help but reach out and run my hand over his suntanned pecs, planes of sprawling hardness with some dark hair. And they were mine to touch, to kiss, to wake up against. He moaned softly . . .

  I climbed up swiftly and straddled him, tossing my hair over one shoulder. He raised a perfect black eyebrow at me, and I leaned down to kiss him. He licked my bottom lip and took it gently betw
een his teeth. Propping myself on him, I felt his chest rise and fall faster as the kiss deepened.

  He glided his hands over my back and down to my hips, kneading and pulling my ass while my heart rate quickened. He slipped himself inside me easily, as though he belonged there, then pressed his hands against my lower back while he gave me short, deep thrusts.

  Our soft moans into each other’s mouths contrasted our rapid-fire fucking the night before. I felt every single inch of him moving in and out of me, every ridge and contour. Despite feeling sensitive and sore, his touch alone had me melting like butter on top of him.

  He kissed me thoroughly. Eventually, currents of electric bliss began rippling through me. He secured the back of my neck with one hand while the other splayed on my lower back. I could only whimper into his open mouth as my climax crested between my legs and crashed throughout my body. His orgasm started as mine was finishing, and he flexed his hands into my skin, detaining me until he was done. Even after, he didn’t let me go, but continued to kiss me sweetly.

  “We slept in,” I noted, glancing at his bedside clock.

  “Yeah. We’re supposed to meet my family at the park soon to barbeque.”

  “Are we still going by the animal shelter?” I asked.

  “Yep.” He heaved a playful sigh. “We might have to save time by showering together.”

  I giddily agreed. We got up and moved to the spacious bathroom. Rough stone cooled the soles of my feet, and since glass made up one wall of the shower, my body thrilled at the panoramic views of Lake Michigan. David sat me on the shower’s built-in bench and cleaned himself from between my legs with unnecessary focus. When he straightened up, I was faced with a purple mark on his side.

  “Oh, God,” I said, shooting up. “You’re hurt.”

  “It’s fine.”

  I gently rested my hands on his abs. “Are you okay?”

  He grabbed the shampoo bottle. “It’s just a bruised rib.”

  “What? Why didn’t you tell me?”

  He shrugged. “There’s nothing you can do. I’ve had worse from surfing.”

  “What if it’s something serious?”

  He leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Don’t worry, sweet girl. If anything, it was last night’s activities that aggravated it.”