by Lily Harlem
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Not doing it is hurting more.” He urged her to drop lower.
She did, and his cock was instantly surrounded by her heated entrance.
“God, yeah,” he murmured, his neck relaxing and his crown finding the soft headboard. “More.”
She sank slowly, agonizingly slowly, onto him.
He could feel every hot, tight millimeter of her around his shaft. So damn good.
She pressed her face to his neck, her breaths warm, and kept taking him in.
He ran one hand up to her nape, holding her there, keeping her in place and applying steady pressure.
“Oh…” she moaned as he pulled her down so her ass hit his thighs and she had him fully seated. “Fuck.”
“Aye, fuck,” he said, breathing in her scent.
She moaned and rocked against him, stimulating her clit.
He fought the urge to throw her onto her back and take her hard and fast. This pace was good; this suited them both right now.
“That’s it,” he said, digging his heels into the bedding. “Fuck me, fuck me, Olivia.”
“I am.” She raised her head and found his mouth.
As they kissed, long, slow strokes of their tongues, she ground to a strong, steady rhythm.
Mason tensed; he had to hold off until she came. But damn, it was difficult. She felt so good, so sexy, so perfect in his arms.
Her movements were small but hit with deadly accuracy. He forgot about his painful eye and his sore ribs. There was only Olivia. She was all that existed.
Her gasps became shorter and higher pitched. She was getting close; so was he.
“Come,” he said, holding her face and staring into her eyes. “Come, now with me.”
It was hard to catch his breath. His body was taut, primed for release.
“Yes, yes…” Her mouth hung open; her nails dug into his shoulders.
He hoped his swollen eye wasn’t too off-putting.
“It’s…there…” she gasped.
“Me, too…” He gritted his teeth, sucked in air, then allowed his release to surge up his dick. It dragged bliss with it. The ecstasy and relief of giving in was the most glorious sensation.
Olivia rubbed onto him, her breasts jiggling as her pussy throbbed around his cock. She was wet, her skin hot. He adored her in this moment, these few seconds where only they existed and time stood still.
“Oh yes…” she wailed. Unblinking, she stared at him. “Mason.”
“Olivia.” Another delicious wave of release claimed him.
She was writhing, taking what she needed.
He held her tight, filling her, flooding her, his climax seeming to extend with the extra knowledge they were trying for a baby.
Eventually, she slowed then stilled. She slumped into his arms, her cheek on his shoulder.
He drifted his palms down her warm back and cupped her butt. He was breathing fast, his ribs aching—he ignored them. “That was good.”
“More than good.”
He held her close. Having her in his arms, all satisfied and relaxed, was the epitome of his contentment.
Her breathing returned to normal
His cock softened, and he worried her skin was getting cool in the air-conditioned room.
“You should put some clothes on or get under the covers,” he said.
“I might shower.” She lifted up and kissed him. “Okay?”
“Of course.”
He managed not to grimace when she pushed on his side to stand. The last thing he wanted was for her to worry.
The shower flicked on, and he reached for his phone. There was a missed FaceTime from his brother. Not Lucas, Paul.
He frowned. Was everything okay? Paul lived in Africa with his wife, Anya. He was a doctor and she a nurse. It had been two years since they’d all gone to the wedding in Cape Town.
He reached for his jeans, pulled them on, then grabbed a glass of water. He then sat back on the bed and returned the call.
Paul’s face appeared on the screen. His pale-blond hair, with a hint of red, was still super short, and as he’d had at his wedding, a moustache framed his top lip.
“What the fuck…?” Paul said, staring wide-eyed. “Have you been doing, bro?”
“Ah, this.” Mason pointed at his face. “A small disagreement in Perth.”
“Perth?” Paul shook his head. “What are you doing there apart from fighting?”
“Darius had a karate contest.”
“Great, how’d he do?”
“He won.” Mason grinned, the taut skin on his cheek smarting.
“Good for him.” Paul frowned. “I take it you lost, though.”
“Fuck off. I beat the guy.”
“What’d he do?”
“Made some nasty comments about my son and my wife.”
“Idiot got what was coming then.” He paused “Is Olivia there? Anya would love to speak to her.”
“Yeah, hang on.” He faced the bathroom. “Olivia, you finished? Paul and Anya are on FaceTime.”
She appeared at the bathroom door, wearing the hotel’s white robe. “They are? Everything okay?”
“I think so.” He faced Paul again. “You both okay?”
“Yeah.” He moved the screen. “Here she is.”
Anya’s smiling face appeared. She wore a red turban-style headdress and big, golden-hooped earrings.
“Hey, Anya,” Mason said as Olivia sidled up next to him. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
“Anya, Paul, it’s wonderful to see you both. You look so well,” Olivia said.
“Thank you, so do you.” Paul grinned.
A tiny kernel of irritation popped inside Mason. Paul and Olivia had been intimate. Hell, they’d said they were in love. But that had ended, and since then Mason, like the others, wouldn’t dream of letting her be with anyone else. The Paul experience, or experiment, was enough.
He was glad her robe was drawn up high.
“Mason.” Anya peered at the screen. “You have been fighting.”
He shrugged. “A wee bit.”
Olivia rolled her eyes. “Tell us, how are things there? How is the hospital?”
“It’s good, all good, though we’ve come into the town for a few days.” Anya glanced at her husband. “We had some things to do.”
“Like what?” Mason asked. There was something going on—he knew that look on Paul’s face, plus he didn’t usually call without reason.
“We just spoke to Mom and Dad,” Paul said.
“All good in bonnie Scotland?” Mason asked, a sudden spear of worry about his parents slicing over his nerves.
“Aye, they’re well. Moaning about the weather as usual.” He paused. “They’re excited, though.”
“They are, why?” Mason said.
“Yes, why?” Olivia asked. “What’s going on?”
Anya was smiling. Paul’s cheeks were a little red.
“We’re going to have a baby,” Paul blurted. “Anya is pregnant.”
“Oh, that’s lovely.” Olivia clapped. “Wonderful news.”
Paul kissed Anya’s cheek. “It’s what we’ve wanted for a long time now, isn’t it, honey.”
“Yes, we have been trying lots.” Anya’s smile broadened.
“I’m pleased for you,” Mason said, grinning. “I take it Mom and Dad are thrilled to become grandparents again.”
“Of course, and you know how they dote on yours,” Paul said. “All five of them. Grandchildren make them happy.”
“It will be some time before we get to five,” Anya said. “Maybe five years or so if we do one a year and—”
“Five.” Paul’s smile dropped a little. “Let’s do this one first, honey.”
Anya laughed. “Yes, okay, one at a time.”
Mason thought of Olivia, and how big and uncomfortable she’d been at the end of her pregnancy with the twins. “Maybe you’ll have twins, Anya. It’s in the family, even if Paul isn’t a t
win.”
“No.” She shook her head. “That is why we are in town. I had a scan today. Only one.”
Mason was relieved for her. Much as he loved being a twin, it was a lot for a woman to carry. He hoped Olivia would fall with just one baby when their next came along—if another came along.
“Show them,” Paul said.
Anya held up a small grainy scan photograph. “Here.”
Olivia and Mason peered closer. It was hard to make anything out.
“Beautiful,” Olivia said. “I’m so pleased for you both.”
“Thank you.” Paul hugged Anya close. “Is Lucas there?”
“No, he stayed at the station.”
“Ah, okay. We’ll call him separately then.”
“He’ll be delighted for you.” Mason paused. “Oh, but don’t tell him about Darius’s win.”
“Why not?” Paul frowned.
“Darius wants to tell him, tomorrow when we get home.”
“And your fight?” Paul asked.
“Might as well leave that out, too,” Olivia said.
“Okay.” Paul made a zipping motion over his lips. “I won’t say a thing about anything.”
“Come and see us soon,” Olivia said. “Before or after the baby.”
“It will be after.” Anya shrugged. “I do not want to fly now I am pregnant.”
“Anytime that suits, you know you’re always welcome at the station, both of you, and there’s plenty of space. Plus the children will be so excited to meet their new cousin when he or she comes along.”
They ended the call, and Mason set the phone on the dresser. A pain shot through his ribs, and he caught his breath.
“You need to rest,” Olivia said, a frown creasing her brow.
“Okay, I will.” He moved down the bed. “But only if you rest with me.”
“I’ll do you a deal.”
“Go on.”
“If you choose what you want off the room service menu so I can order, we’ll snuggle up and watch a movie until Darius comes back.”
“I can live with that.” He didn’t like the fact that he ached and could only see out of one eye, but on the plus side, it meant an evening in with a near naked wife, and no dressing up for a fancy restaurant.
She handed him a menu. “Can you read out of one eye?”
“Don’t be cheeky.” He laughed. “Course I can. I’ll have a steak.”
“Predictable but a good choice.”
She picked up the phone, ordered two steaks, and a bottle of red wine.
“It will be here in half an hour,” she said, slipping onto the bed with him, remote control in hand.
“Perfect.” He drew her into an embrace. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.” She looked up at him.
“Do you ever think of your time with Paul?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you…you know, wish he was still one of your husbands?”
“No.” She’d spoken quickly. “I really don’t.”
“But you took him on, you said the words to him that day in Africa.”
“And I took those words seriously, the way I did with all of you, but…”
“But?”
“But Paul was never invested in sharing me. He wanted me to himself the way he has Anya to himself.”
Mason was quiet.
“He wanted…” She paused and sighed. “Sometimes I think he just wanted to see what it was about me that made five men agree to be with me without jealousy. What was special. And then when he found out there was nothing special about me it was over between us.”
“You’re very special.” He stroked her hair. He’d never seen or been with a woman as beautiful and as strong as Olivia. He knew full well what it was about her they all adored and why they shared her. She was unique, one in a million. They were lucky to have found her all those years ago.
“Thank you.” She ran her hand over his chest. “You’re all special to me, too.”
“So you don’t wish—”
“No, not for a second.” She set her attention on him. “And you must never think that I would be with him again. It was over forever the second it was over.”
“Good, I’m glad. He’s my brother, I love him, but he hurt you, and I wouldn’t trust him not to do so again.”
“He’ll never get the chance.” She touched her lips over his heart. “You and Lucas are all the McCadam boys I can handle.”
Chapter Thirteen
HARRY
“I should spank your sweet little ass, you know.” Harry fondled his wife’s butt as he spoke into her ear.
“Hey.” She giggled. “Stop that.”
“You know why I should spank you?” There was no one else in the kitchen. The kids were piling out of the front door, lunch boxes and school bags in hand and chattering loudly
“Why?” She didn’t pause chopping strawberries for the smoothie she was making, but she did lean back onto him and tip her head.
He kissed her neck, breathing in her freshly showered scent. “I saw you worrying about the cost of sending flowers to South Africa.”
“I wanted Anya and Paul to have something extra nice to celebrate their good news and—”
“So buy what you want, the biggest and the best, money isn’t an issue.” He squeezed her buttocks, his cock hardening at the thought of stripping her, bending her over his knee, and having some fun while the kids were at school. “I’ve told you that so many times, Liv. Don’t give cost a second thought.”
She sighed softly. “It’s hard to get used to, even after all these years.”
“You’re rich.” He nibbled her ear. “You’re a goddamn billionaire. Send flowers to everyone you know, the wildest, most extravagant bunches you can find. It won’t make any kind of dent in the bank balance.”
“Dónde está.” Raul rushed into the kitchen, the car keys rattling in his hand. He opened a cupboard to Harry’s right, peered at the contents, then slammed it shut and opened the one next to it.
“What are you looking for?” Olivia asked, pausing in what she was doing.
“Tempura flour. I was sure I had some. I need it.”
Harry didn’t even know what tempura flour was, but it seemed important to Raul. “Can you buy some, from town?”
“It is a good job I checked.” He clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth. “I will have to go farther, to James Point, there is a specialist shop there.”
“That’s a long way,” Olivia said. “It will take most of the day to go there and back.”
He shrugged and grabbed a slip of paper from the pinboard. “I have other ingredients to source. I will do it in one chicken swoop.” He set a kiss on Olivia’s cheek. “I’ll time it so I can pick the children up from school on the way back. I’ll call you if I can’t.”
“Okay. Have fun, and get some lunch out.”
He grinned suddenly. “I will, and it is a good town for chefs, a rich visit.” He rushed from the room, the air seeming to swirl with him.
Harry had never quite gotten used to the way Raul moved with such energy. “What’s a chicken swoop?”
Olivia laughed and dropped the strawberries into the blender. “That I don’t know. Can’t even begin to guess.”
“Hey, Vidal.”
There was a knock on the window, from outside.
Evan stood there, bare-chested and holding a pitchfork. His shades had a blue tint.
“You’re supposed to be helping me in the barn,” Evan said. “Not getting frisky with our wife.”
“Perhaps I want to get frisky with our wife.” Harry pushed in closer, his cock hardening. The kids were heading to school with Raul. Mason and Lucas were on a two-night ride to the south of the station and wouldn’t be back until evening, and he was here, alone, with Olivia and Evan.
Fun time.
“Come on, slacker,” Evan called then grinned. “Or are you afraid of hard work?”
Harry huffed. “You know I’m not
.” Evan knew that kind of comment wound him up. Always had done.
“Yeah right.” Evan lifted his pitchfork. “Go file your nails or hang out on Twitter, Vidal. I’ll move these straw bales.”
Harry frowned, his cock deflating. “Shut up.”
Evan laughed and disappeared from view.
Olivia chuckled, too. “Don’t let him get to you.”
He kissed the back of her head. “I’m not.”
“I think you are a bit.” She turned the blender on, the sound deafening.
When it had finished, he stepped away. “I should go and help him.”
“I agree. You’ll never hear the end of it otherwise.”
He grabbed a banana and peeled it. “What are you going to do?”
“I have Isabel’s fancy dress outfit to finish. Just the tail to sew on.”
“She’ll be so cute as a black cat.”
“I know. We’ll have to get photographs to send to grandparents.” Olivia poured her smoothie and sipped.
“You have many talents,” he said, studying the way the morning light was shining behind his wife, catching in her blonde hair and making it appear spun with gold.
“I don’t know about that.”
He munched on his banana. When he’d swallowed, he said, “You can handle a boat, fix an engine, cook, sew, and…”
“And?”
“And you keep us all in line.”
She laughed. “I don’t have to keep anyone in line. We’re a happy family, the kids are well behaved, and we all pull our weight on the station.”
He smiled. “It’s more than I could have ever dreamed of. Being here, living here with you all.”
“I’m glad.” She finished her smoothie and set the glass aside. Stepping up to him, she rested her hand on his arm. “Because it’s more than I could have ever dreamed of, too.”
She kissed his cheek, her lips cool on his stubble and her breath laced with strawberries.
“Now get out there.” She slapped his ass, hard, over his jeans. “And help Evan.”
“Hey!” He chuckled. “I thought you said you didn’t need to keep us in line.”
“Only you, on occasion.” She waggled her eyebrows and walked across the kitchen.
“The same way I do you,” he called after. “You’re cruising for a spanking, remember.”