Psycho (The Line Walkers #2)

26. Chapter 26 – Olivia

Chapter 26 – Olivia

I eyed the envelope tacked onto the cork board for the fourth time since waking up. I walked in and out of the nursery all morning, putting away extra items we didn’t need that Peyton insisted on buying, and tidying up the already spotless room.

Was I nesting?

Or was I just bored?

I was pretty sure it was impossible to be bored when all you wanted to do was sleep. It was probably nesting. Or maybe it was just going stir crazy since Maddox insisted on being up my ass for the last two-weeks straight.

Okay fine, I didn’t hate the way he insisted on smothering me with his love since the whole blonde super model drama. In fact, the constant pampering and coddling didn’t even rile me up like I would have thought. It was nice being—important to someone.

But I knew that with him being at home every day and night, the task of finding Damon was at a pause. And that was weighing on me.

“Madd.” I called out as I came down the hallway, intent on sending him to work for the first time in weeks.

When I found him, though, kicking him out was the last thing on my mind. Wearing only a pair of athletic shorts, he hung from the metal beams in the living room, doing pull-ups like they required no effort at all.

He grinned when he saw me, but never broke his stride as he continued lifting himself up into the ceiling space and then lowering himself back down. “Yes?”

“How often do you work out?” I mused, leaning my head to the side when he did some fancy thing with his hands, turning himself around to show me his back as he lifted himself up again.

“Every day.”

“When?” I countered, “And why have I never had the privilege to watch before?”

He chuckled and dropped onto his feet like an agile cat, hardly making a noise. “Because you usually have your eyes closed in ecstasy when I hit peak cardio heart rate.” I rolled my eyes at him as he walked toward me with the grace of a predator circling around its prey. “Which I’ve been doing a whole lot of lately.”

“Speaking of which,” I forced my eyes away from the rivets of sweat sliding down his thick torso to the waistband of his shorts so I could focus on my task at hand. “I need a girl’s break today.”

He paused and his dark stare intensified, “Explain.”

“You’ve been the perfect boyfriend, pampering me and keeping me entertained for the last few weeks, just like you said you would.”

“But.” He crossed his arms over his massive chest, and my mouth watered as his muscles bulged from the motion.

“But I miss P and want to spend the day with her.”

“You have an OB appointment today, you can’t.”

“I can.” I fired back, having already thought it through. “She’s been begging to go with me to one so she’s going to come over and pick me up, we’ll go to my appointment and then grab lunch and come back.” He didn’t look convinced, so I tried to sweeten him up a little, “It will give you a few hours to go do whatever dark and dangerous boy stuff you’ve been neglecting so you can keep my eyes closed in ecstasy.” I joked as I slid my hands over his enormous arms, up to his shoulders. “A few hours, max.”

“I don’t know—” His eyes squinted slightly, “I haven’t missed an appointment yet.”

“I know. But it’s my last one before I start going every week and Peyton will absolutely gush for a chance to see the baby in real time on the ultrasound.”

“My baby.” He countered like a Tarzan replica.

“It will still be your baby, even if you don’t go to the appointment for once.” Still, he looked unmoved by the idea, so I went for the kill shot. Sliding my hands down his arms and to his abs, I teasingly dragged my nails over the ridged muscles until they found their way into the waistband of his shorts. His nostrils flared, but he didn’t move a single muscle as I slowly pushed them down his legs. “You know you want to let me do it.”

“What are we talking about at the moment?” He asked as I cupped his thickening cock, slowly stroking it as it hardened for me in my hand.

“Let me go out for a few hours, and I’ll give you what you want most.” Slowly sinking to my knees in the middle of the plush area rug as gracefully as possible until I was face first with his massive prize.

“I’m still wondering what exactly you’re offering.” He dropped his arms and instantly threaded his fingers into my hair as I laid wet kisses up the length of him. I didn’t suck the man’s dick, nearly as much as he deserved.

“How does a blow job sound for right now?” I laid the flat of my tongue against the base and licked my way up to the head, twirling around. “And tonight, when it’s just the two of us again, we can open that envelope you stare at every single day.”

Baiting him with the gender of our baby was probably cruel and over the top, but I really wanted an afternoon out so I could wash off some of the guilt I had from keeping him hostage.

“Storm.” He growled, tightening his fingers in my hair. “Don’t offer something you won’t follow through with.”

He wasn’t talking about the blowy, considering I was actively sucking the head of his cock and tasting his pre-cum. And he was right, because I had been dragging my feet with the gender reveal out of fear.

But he desperately wanted to know what we were having, and I was out of excuses to wait.

“I promise.” I looked up at him from under my lashes as I hollowed out my cheeks and took him deep. “Now be a good boy and fuck my throat like the big scary psycho we both know you are. And stop trying to hide it from me so you can go to work for a few hours.”

“Fucking hell.” He growled but thrust his hips forward, pushing himself down my throat as his hands went to the back of my head, holding me still.

There he was.

My beautifully dark and depraved psycho, who tried to pretend he was a good boy on the inside. The problem was, I only thought he was a good boy when he showed me the dangerous side of his nature.

So, I dug my nails into his bare thighs and stuck my tongue out flat as he pushed back in, forcing me to take him how he wanted.

“That’s it, Storm.” He growled, staring down at me darkly as he came unglued, “Beg me with your mouth, baby.”

I hummed, I gagged, and I sucked him like a prize-winning whore in a brothel. I even did that tricky little reach around thing he hated to love where I massaged that spot behind his balls as he orgasmed, intensifying it while he choked me with come.

And when he finally pulled free of my mouth and stood over me, gasping for breath as his muscles flexed and pulled from the exertion, I licked my lips and moaned from the flavor of his pleasure on my tongue.

Sucking him off was no hardship at all, but I would not let him know that because it was my secret weapon against him.

A girl had to keep some secrets to herself, after all.

“ T ell me again how you managed lunch and shopping alone with me?” Peyton asked as we walked back to her car after overindulging ourselves on pizza and salads following a trip to the toy store for some secret items I picked up for Maddox.

Toys that would restrain a big guy like him so I could play without him taking over and taking control.

“Let’s just say he’s very persuadable when I’m on my knees.” I grinned, walking around her car and getting in as she cackled.

“Well, how very selfless of you to sacrifice your morals and comforts in life so we could spend the day together.” She joked before sobering up a bit. “I can’t believe that soon there’s going to be a little one attached to your hip twenty-four seven.”

I snorted and rubbed my hands over my belly. “Regretting your upgrade to Auntie status already?”

“Not at all.” She snapped, grabbing the sonogram photos my doctor printed out specially for her during my appointment earlier. “It just seems unfathomable.”

“What about you guys?” I asked, broaching into uncharted waters between us. “Have you and Dane made any plans for kids?”

We had never talked about their plans, which I kind of thought was weird, but her choice to stay silent on it felt like enough of an answer.

She sighed and laid her head back against the seat. “Dane can’t have kids.” I turned in my seat and looked at her as she stared unseeingly out the windshield. “Something happened when he was a kid, I guess. And part of me is okay with that path for our relationship. A huge part of me is at peace with it, without feeling like it’s wrong or broken in a way.”

“But—” I whispered, knowing where she was going with it.

“But there’s this small, little, tiny voice in my head that wonders sometimes what it would be like to be a mom.” She turned her head to look at me as her eyes dropped to my belly. “I’m not jealous or sad about your pregnancy, but sometimes I just wonder if I’d be a good mom or not.”

“I think you’d be a wonderful mom.” I replied honestly, and she smiled.

“I think I was meant to be Dane’s wife instead, because to be honest, I don’t think I want to be a mom.” She smiled and rolled her eyes, “I just need to find a way to get that little voice to understand that.”

“There’s a lot of self-awareness in knowing that it isn’t something you want and being okay with that. I also think it’s human nature and simple biology to wonder what it would be like to procreate and create life.”

“I think raising you ruined the idea of parenthood for me.” She laughed, and I rolled my eyes at her statement. I wasn’t offended because I remembered all the pressure our parents put on Peyton to be perfect and set a good example for me.

“I wasn’t that bad.” She nodded in agreement at my deadpan expression.

“No, you weren’t. At least not when we were kids.” P sat up in her seat turning the car on, “Your teenage years, on the other hand,” She widened her eyes dramatically, “Were enough to scare me celibate.”

“Ha. Ha. Ha.” I droned on.

“If it makes you feel any better, I’m fucking ecstatic to be the best aunt out there. I even turned one of the empty guest rooms into a baby room so I can keep this little one overnight occasionally when you and Maddox need a break.” My heart swelled at the devotion and support she’d shown me every step of the way since telling her my news. “Oh, and Mrs. Straight said she’ll put her retirement into hiatus to come spoil a new baby in the family. I think she just misses Dane’s surly attitude and needs a fix.”

I tipped my head back and laughed, remembering the way Peyton described the relationship between Dane and his older housekeeper before she went on a trip to England a few years ago. That trip was the reason that Peyton met Dane and when Mrs. Straight found out how the two of them got on, she announced her immediate retirement, choosing to stay in the UK with her family instead of returning to Hartington to endure more of Dane’s crabby nature.

“Oh, I’d love to see how she handles that man in person one day. I’m all for a visit.”

She pulled out of the parking lot of the shopping center and turned us back towards the other side of the city as I rested my head back on the seat. I was exhausted, and I could feel my ankles swelling from being on my feet all day.

Maybe Maddox was right to keep me locked up all the time in comfy clothes and warm blankets while we lounged and enjoyed the down time before we had a newborn to care for. I could almost feel the softness of the new fleece lined leggings I planned to change into when I got home.

I started to tell P not to stick around once we arrived—I was desperate to relax and open that envelope with Maddox to find out the sex of our baby—when a violent, explosive sound shattered my thoughts, throwing my body violently against the seat.

Peyton’s screams were the only thing I could hear over the terrible noises surrounding us as her car careened onto its side and then onto the roof. Glass, metal shards, and debris rained down on us as we came to a forceful stop.

“Liv!” Peyton’s screams echoed through my foggy brain as her hand grabbed my arm, where it hung limply next to my head. “Olivia!”

I tried to move my arm to see her, but it felt like it was dead, hanging there, no longer attached to my body as vertigo set in from being upside down.

Slowly, things started orienting themselves in my brain as it finally stopped rolling around in my head and Peyton’s voice cleared up in my ears so I could finally understand her.

“Run!” She screamed.

“What?”

“Run! Now!” She reached for my seatbelt and clicked the release, causing me to slide down the seat onto the roof in a heap, but she kept shoving at me. “Olivia, they’re coming! Run!”

“What are you—” I asked, looking over at her where she lay pinned in her seat with the car crushed in around her. “Oh my god, P.” I clawed at the roof of the car trying to get my body to cooperate with me but still my one arm wouldn’t work as I tried to get her. “Peyton!”

“They’re coming!”

Suddenly, Dane’s dominant voice echoed through the car’s speakers. “Peyton! What happened?”

“They found her!” Peyton screamed, reaching for my hand and pushing it off her leg while I tried to pry the steering wheel out of where it was wedged into her thigh. “They hit us!”

“Get out of there!” Dane roared.

“P’s trapped!” I cried, pulling at the wheel, trying desperately to get her leg free, but it wouldn’t move. “She’s bleeding!”

“Liv, leave me, go!” She shoved me again and then reached for her bracelet that she wore every single day and ripped it off before shoving it at my chest. “Take this, it’s your only chance. They’ll find you from it.” I couldn’t process what she was saying, or what her golden skull bracelet was going to do for me as I kept fighting with the mangled metal impaling her. Peyton shoved it down the front of my shirt as a hand wrapped around my ankle, where it hung out of my broken window and yanked. “No! Liv!” Her blood-curdling scream matched mine as I was forcefully dragged across the glass out onto the pavement next to the car. “Let her go! No! They have her, Dane!” Free from the wreckage, I rolled onto my back, the cold ground seeping into my clothes as I stared up into the eyes of the devil himself; his glare burned into mine like a familiar threat.

“Well, well, well,” Damon stared down at me as I cowered beneath him. “Why didn’t you tell me I was going to be a daddy?”