CHAPTER 10
OLIVER
The afternoon sun finally dips behind a thick layer of clouds, and thank God, because my Casper-looking skin is starting to burn.
I float lazily around the pool while Serena pops the cork on our third bottle of Dom Pérignon.
Well, if we count all the alcohol Serena has accidentally spilled into the pool, plus the drinks Damián has not-so-accidentally dumped to stay sober, I’d say we’re realistically only a bottle and a half between the three of us.
Serena pours the bubbling champagne into three clean crystal flutes, passing one to me and one to Damián.
“Is it really necessary to change our glasses every single time we open a new bottle?” I ask, taking the fresh crystal flute.
“Absolutely.” Serena points at the used glasses, which a waiter is already taking away on a silver tray. “Look at that! You don’t want pool-watered Dom Pérignon.”
I lean back against Damián’s chest, and he curls an arm around my waist, anchoring me to him, while I lift my legs so half of my body is floating.
I take a sip of my drink and sigh.
Ahh, this feels amazing.
“How are you so buff if you’re an art dealer?” Serena asks Damián.
And by now, I am way too relaxed in my happy bubble to remind her to mind her manners.
“I do MMA at a gym near 6th,” Damián replies, turning slowly in the water so I drift lazily against his chest.
Serena practically chokes on her champagne. “OMG! You go to Grit & Grind? Holden’s gym!”
“You know Holden?”
“Ah, hello! Everyone who is anyone knows Holden Bardot. Besides, I have a bestie who is absolutely obsessed with one of his elite fighters… You wouldn’t happen to have his phone number, would you?”
“Serena…” I groan.
“What?! Let your boyfriend earn some brownie points with your stepmom.”
“I thought you didn’t want to be seen as my stepmom,” I point out.
“Only when it’s convenient, honey.”
Damián chuckles, and his chest vibrates against my back. “Well, can’t say no if this earns me brownie points. Which fighter does she like?”
“Sawyer.”
Damián goes quiet for a second, and I think he’s trying to recall the guy’s face or remember his phone number, but then he just bursts out laughing.
“Sawyer?” he laughs again. “Yeah, tell your friend to forget it.”
“Is he gay?” Serena asks, deflated.
“More like not interested in anyone, or anything that isn’t fighting.”
“So… not a chance?”
“None,” Damián says, making circles with his thumb against my skin.
“Not even a little bit?”
“She’d have a better chance with Holden.”
“But Holden is gay,” Serena frowns.
“Exactly,” he says with a huge grin.
I’m laughing and enjoying my champagne when a drop of water hits me in the face.
Was that water?
I turn to look at the sky, and another drop hits my cheek.
Oh-oh…
Then, out of nowhere, the sky is lit by a flash of lightning, followed by a crack of thunder, and rain crashes down on us.
“Oh, my God!” Serena shrieks, shielding the champagne bottle from the rain. “My Dom!”
“Run!” I yell as I get out of the pool, then grab the rolled-up shirt, making sure the damn lipstick USB is still there.
I mean, I’ve been nervous all day knowing that if someone finds it and takes it to Rafael or my father, a lot of people will be in trouble.
So I tried my best to keep an eye on it, making sure no one got close to my clothes, and I did incredibly well until Dami arrived.
Because Damián is very… well… extremely distracting.
Luckily for the entire world, the USB is still there.
We scramble around, grabbing our towels, clothes, and shoes. The three of us sprint across the terrace, laughing hysterically as the wind freezes our bare skin.
We burst through the French doors into the main house, leaving puddles everywhere we go.
“Thanks for the fun, guys!” Serena waves at us, already jogging down the corridor to her room.
“Thanks for the Dom!” I call out, wiping water from my eyes.
I turn to Damián. He is standing in the middle of the corridor, water dripping from his dark hair, trailing down his chest, and soaking into the low waistband of his swim trunks. His light brown eyes locked onto mine, and wow…
He is absolutely freaking stunning.
“Come on,” I tell him. “We need to shower before we catch a cold.”
I lead him up the grand staircase and down the east wing, pushing open the door to my bedroom. We walk inside, both shivering, dripping wet on the rug.
“Bathroom is in there,” I say, pointing to the white wooden door on the left.
I walk in first, stepping onto the heated tile of the large en-suite. I reach into the glass shower enclosure and crank the handle all the way to hot.
Instantly, steam begins to billow into the air, clouding the mirrors and warming the chill off my skin. I grab a thick white towel from the heated rack and turn back to Damián.
He is standing in the doorway, his chest rising and falling, his hooded eyes tracking every movement I make.
“Here,” I say, pressing the towel into his chest. “You can go first.”
I step around him, leaving the bathroom, and pull the door shut behind me.
Oh, God…
My hands are trembling with nerves, and my heart beats so hard I can feel it pulsing in my ears.
I stand in my bedroom, completely alone, and I lean forward, resting my forehead against the bathroom door. I can hear the rush of the hot water hitting the shower floor, so that means Damián is still outside the shower.
I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and without moving my forehead from the door, I lift my hand and press my palm flat against the wood.
Come on, Ollie. You can do this… just knock.
So I knock.
“Dami…?” I whisper.
And just when I thought that maybe he didn’t hear me, the door rips open and Damián’s arm wraps around my wrist.
He yanks me forward into the steamy bathroom, kicking the door shut behind me.
I let out a loud gasp, but the sound is immediately swallowed by his mouth.
He pushes me back against the door, pinning me with his body, his knee between my legs. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, tasting like champagne, his teeth grazing my bottom lip.
Oh, my God…
I groan, opening up for him, my hands flying up as I slide my fingers through his wet hair, and Damián kisses me like he is starving…
He licks my lower lip, deepening the kiss, biting softly at my jaw, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck that make my knees buckle.
Without breaking the kiss, Damián hooks his arms under my thighs and lifts me off the floor. I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms clinging to his broad shoulders, as he carries me across the bathroom and steps directly under the spray of the hot shower.
The warm water hits us, washing away the cold of the rain. Damián presses me against the glass and grinds his body against mine.
Sweet baby Jesus…
I gasp, begging the Lord not to make me cum fast because, wow!
The friction of our wet swim trunks rubbing together sends a shock of pleasure straight to my groin.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he growls against my wet skin, and my skin shivers even under the warm water.
I slide my hands down his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles, feeling the raised ridges of old scars and anything else I can memorize. He feels so strong and unreachable, yet he’s here with me, reacting to my touch.
But now I need more… I need to feel him.
So I slide my hand down his stomach and slip my fingers under the wet waistband of his trunks.
“Ollie—” He gasps, and it’s so freaking hot.
I shove my hands all the way in, gripping the fabric, and pull them down his thick thighs. He kicks them away, letting them pool at the drain, and then I am reaching for mine, discarding them just as quickly.
We are completely naked now, and I desperately want to look at him… but I know the second I do, my entire body will start to shake.
And honestly, I’m terrified that if I let my nerves show, he’ll stop. So I keep my eyes closed… at least for now.
I press my naked body against his and kiss him, parting my lips and using my tongue to mirror every single thing he’s taught me.
“Oh, nene,” Damián groans, his hands clasping at my hips as he grinds his huge, hard-on against mine.
Oh, God…
I’m close, so close, but this can’t end… Not now, not this fast.
I pull away and hold him still, then I spin him around, pressing his broad back against the glass, and Damián yields. He watches me through the steam, his chest heaving, his gorgeous eyes hooded with lust as I step into his space.
I have no idea what to do, so I just run my hands everywhere, exploring him under the water. I trace the lines of his chest, down his abs… my fingers ghosting over his thick, aching cock.
Damián’s head falls back against the glass, and he moans. A moan that makes me feel impossibly powerful, and in a way validates everything I’ve been doing to him.
Okay, he likes it… let’s do a little more…
I bite my lower lip as I move my hand to stroke him, feeling him twitch and jump in my hand, slick with the soap and water.
“Oliver,” he chokes out, his hands gripping my hips. “Fuck, nene…”
I look up at him, the water running down my forehead. My heart is racing, my brain is freaking out, but I want to try more. I want to see him moan and groan more, to see him frantically grind his hips and beg me for more.
Fuck, I want to wreck him as much as he wrecks me.
“Can I…?” I ask, my voice muffled over the sound of the running water. I swallow hard and look at him directly. “…with my mouth?”
Damián’s eyes are set on mine, and he looks like he is going to combust.
Wow… that’s a good look…
“Yes,” he breathes, and his fingers dig harder into my hips. “Please.”
Before I can overthink it, I take a deep breath and drop to my knees. The hot water crashes over my face and back, but I don’t care. I reach out and wrap my fingers around him… or at least try.
He’s so thick that my fingers barely meet on the other side.
Holy… How the hell am I going to fit this in my mouth?