43. Mya
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I hurried for the stairs, rushing up them two at a time. Our bedroom was at the end of the hall, and the door was locked. I knocked, but when I went to rap my knuckles for a second time, I stopped myself.
I’d never be able to handle hearing two consecutive knocks again. Not after Thailand. Shortly after those knocks, I’d had a scarf removed from my eyes, and discovered Oliver cuffed to that bed, and then . . .
I shook my thoughts free from that dark memory and lowered my hand.
Fortunately, as I stood there, contemplating what to do next, Oliver unlocked the door at my one knock.
When he opened up, he was only in a towel, beads of water rolling down his hard abdomen.
“Hi.” It always amazed me how he had the ability to take my breath away, making me feel like I was young again and untainted by the darkness of the world. Now I was thirty-three and had been jaded for years, but in his presence, with his eyes on me, I was drawn back to the light, to the world of Maybe there is hope. I’d much rather live there than in the one I’d been in for so long.
“Hi.” He stretched his good arm up to the top of the doorframe, staring back at me as if he felt the exact same way I did. As if we were just two people simply existing without a care in the world.
“Hi.” I blinked. “Wait, I already said that.”
“I’m down for a second round of hellos if you’d like.” The humor in his tone was the only thing distracting me from what I’d learned minutes ago downstairs.
Well, so were the sexy V-lines that disappeared beneath the cotton. Could I reach out and confirm if it was Egyptian cotton? Maybe a Turkish towel? Could it slip to the floor in the process, right along with the main reason I’d run to the room?
I finally forced myself to snap my thoughts from the sex gutter they were whirling around in and dragged my eyes up his muscular torso to his face. “How are you feeling?” Baby steps before I dropped a few bombshells on him. Work my way up to Pecker and Brutus potentially collaborating against us. And to Sly’s wife being our guardian angel.
“Sore,” he admitted, dropping his arm to step to the side, a clear invitation for me to join him. “I might need to ice up before we roll out later, but I’m ready for tonight.”
I shut the door behind me and leaned against it. “Wyatt has a plan to ensure Gwen and I get off the island safely, and it involves swimming with SEALs. Tell me there aren’t sharks in these waters.” I’d rather start with some good news before getting to the bad. Soften the blow of the rest of it all.
He went over to the dresser and slipped on Tucker’s tags before facing me. “There are, but they’re rarely seen around here. Pretty sure they’re on a different diet than our sharks in Florida. They don’t have a taste for seals.”
“Real funny.” But my heart rate had dialed back at his joke. And if Oliver didn’t appear stressed about me getting into the water given how overprotective he was, then maybe I didn’t need to be. I had jumped from a plane with the man, so why not swim with SEALs and pray (really freaking hard) that sharks didn’t tag along for the ride?
“I have my moments.” His lips twitched into a grin, and I hated to kill that smile with the rest of my news, but I went ahead and laid everything out, including the fact we were pretty sure Alyssa Soren was on Team Good Guys, not Team Bird Shit.
After I finished clearing the air, sharing everything, Oliver dropped down on the bed. Yeah, it was a lot to take in.
I joined him on the twin bed. The team had shot us a few puzzled looks yesterday after we’d staked our claim on the room with twin beds, but they didn’t press. Until Oliver was truly healed, we’d do what we had to, and I was okay with that.
Last night, I’d somehow slept fine, but he’d had a rough night. He’d tossed and turned, then fought the air as if there was a person there, and it’d wrecked me to stand by and watch, only murmuring I was there for him as I waited for him to wake up.
“Still think everything will be okay later?” I broke the silence, and he stood and went over to the dresser, setting his palms on the smooth surface.
“I’ll take that as a resounding no.” Back on my feet, I followed him over, catching sight of Tucker’s tags in the reflection before standing off to his side. I slid my hand up and down the center of his back, hoping to calm him. Maybe myself, too.
He slowly lifted his head, meeting my eyes in the mirror. “Three rounds with you watching me fight, and then you have to swim to a boat with your parents before all hell breaks loose . . .” His quick summation of what was going to happen in three hours and fifty-two minutes (give or take a few), had my stomach doing somersaults.
“We’re the good guys. We’re winning.” There’s no choice. “We’re the authors of this story, and I refuse to write in any damsel-in-distress moments.” He faced me as I continued rambling. “No explosions that hurt one of us. No one is getting taken. And?—”
My words died in his mouth when he kissed me, linking our fingers together at our sides as I walked backward until I was up against the wall.
“Sorry, I just . . .” he apologized before going back to kissing me like this moment might somehow save both of us.
Please, God, let a kiss be what wakes us up from the nightmare we were in.
He positioned our united fists against the wall over my shoulders, kissing me with even more fervor than before.
“I’m also just . . .” I sighed.
“So maybe we just . . .?”
Oliver and our telepathic conversation had me nodding. “Yeah, let’s.”
He released a groan of surrender, slanting his mouth over mine again. At the feel of his cock tenting the towel, I freed one hand from his to remove it from his hips. It fell between us, and I closed my hand around his engorged shaft.
“Mya. Fuck.”
“Grunting again, I see.” I slid my hand up and down his length.
Before he could stop me, I worked my second hand free and lowered to my knees on the fallen towel.
Cupping his balls with one hand, I took his hard length in the other and set my mouth at his crown.
“Holy fuck, it’s been a long . . . time since . . .”
Three hours and fifty-ish minutes until a real-life Hunger Games started, and there I was going down on him. I didn’t care if that was crazy or not. He needed to loosen up, get some relief before he headed into that ring, and if getting him off with my mouth would accomplish that, I was here for it.
He grabbed hold of my hair, tangling his fingers up in my locks as I sucked him off, including swallowing every last drop when he came hard.
“You realize that you stole all my energy now,” he said huskily as he helped me stand. “I’ll need at least three sandwiches to refuel from what you just did.”
I wiped my mouth in satisfaction and laughed. “Only three? I guess I’ve lost my touch.”
“And I’ve lost my mind to let you do that, but fuck if I care.” He hauled me into his arms just as someone knocked once, popping our bubble, drawing us back to reality.
“There’s someone here for you, Oliver,” Gray said. “In the hallway with me.”
Oh God. Is it that time already? I hadn’t expected him here until closer to the time.
Oliver stepped back, a hesitant expression crossing his face before he went for his towel.
My heart jumped into my throat, worried once he opened up the door, he’d be mad at me for what I did. And I wasn’t talking about the blow job.
Oliver resecured the towel around his waist, then unlocked the door and opened it.
And yup, you’re here. Sam stood alongside Gray.
Oliver peered over at me, understanding what I did and why, and his eyes narrowed for a brief moment before he zeroed back in on Sam.
“You didn’t think I’d let you fight tonight without me being there for you, now did you?” Sam removed his cowboy hat, resting it against his abdomen. “I won’t take no for an answer,” he added gruffly as Gray walked away.
Oliver remained quiet for a moment before responding in a strained voice, “There’s no one I’d rather have in my corner during that fight than you, Dad.” He widened his stance, arching back his shoulders and tacked on with conviction, “And there’s no one else I’d rather have protecting the woman I love on that boat after the fight. Because like hell are you staying on that island for part two.”