Ch15_EAA_EBOOK
Sophomore year, Olivia argued with me about the use of a semi colon so ferociously that she snapped a pencil in half.
Junior year, I accidentally almost ran over her in the school parking lot and she threatened to slash my tires.
Senior year, she clocked Zach Wilson across the face with her binder because he pinched her ass.
The last word I would have ever used to describe Olivia Adams was docile, yet she had started agreeing with me, giving me quiet smiles, and letting me have only the briefest moments of eye contact.
She had to be hiding something.
Maybe it was my own paranoia or a hunter instinct that I never knew I had, but I was determined to track down exactly what was making her so squirrelly.
Any time I asked her if she was all right, she brushed me off or only complained about her pelvis hurting.
On the rare occasion she was happy, like when I brought her the exact chips and queso she had been craving, she still wouldn’t talk.
She still napped, read her lurid books, and watched people murder each other on TV, but she was a grayer shade of her normal rosy pink.
My concern was building, but I was too afraid to confront her and upset her like at Christmas.
When she walked into the gym during my arm day, my heart pounded a little faster as I did bicep curls.
She was out of her normal routine, so maybe I could finally catch her off-kilter and figure out what was wrong.
Olivia unrolled her squishy purple mat to do some yoga, but then walked over near my weight rack to examine herself in the mirror wall.
I couldn’t help but watch her as I finished my set. Her hair was in a neat braid that ended just between her shoulder blades. She had one hand on her back to brace herself and the other running over her protruding belly.
Watching her triggered a caveman instinct in the base of my brain. Only a few feet away was a full-figured woman that was pregnant with my babies, wearing a pink maternity workout set that my money paid for, and exercising her body in my gym.
I did that—me.
She rolled down the high waist of her leggings and frowned. “My belly button is gone.”
I put down my hundred pound weights and reached for my drink. My mouth had already watered before I took a sip from my bottle.
Her belly button was indeed completely flat—and I had done that too.
Olivia’s hands ran down the smooth slope of her round bump, right over the newly-formed stripes of her stretch marks. She kept that dissatisfied frown on, but I was suddenly very jealous of her hands. Despite our bathtub rendezvous weeks ago, she still hadn’t let me touch her belly.
I swallowed my water. “You’re twenty-five weeks in and you’re measuring eight weeks bigger than a singleton pregnancy—your body is doing exactly what it’s supposed to.”
She scoffed and tugged her waistband back over her bump. “Don’t say bigger.”
I watched her reflection as she waddled to the yoga mat. “You have two in there, sugar. Bigger is better.”
I expected her to flip me off, but instead she quietly turned the TV on and played her prenatal yoga video. I swallowed my disappointment and went to work on my triceps.
During the middle of my set, I glanced up at the mirror to find her kneeling on her mat and staring at me.
As soon as I caught her, she quickly looked away and got down on all fours like the video instructed.
I ignored her for a few minutes, but felt a prickle on the back of my neck and looked up.
Sure enough, there she was staring at me like a brown-eyed barn owl again.
If I hadn’t been wearing a shirt, I might have thought she was ogling me.
With a sigh, I put down my weight and sat on the end of the workout bench to face her. “Do you need me?”
Her nose wrinkled with distaste. “No. My hips are just aching again, so I’m letting them rest.”
I leaned on my knees. “The problem probably isn’t your hips, you know.”
“Oh really? I invite you to trade bodies with me and try to get out of bed every morning.”
“I minored in physiology, Adams,” I said with a smirk. “It’s probably your glutes that are disrupting the whole system.”
She hummed. “I thought you would have studied business, or something equally as douchey.”
I actually majored in business, and had a whole douchey diploma hanging in the study to prove it, but that wasn’t important at the moment.
“The human body is a machine and I wanted to know how it works,” I answered with a shrug. “If you’re up for it, we can try a massage and see if it helps.”
Olivia got on all fours again. “I don’t care if you beat me with a tire iron as long as I get some relief.”
I left the bench and knelt behind her on the mat before my brain caught up to realize what I was doing. I quieted the damn caveman in the back of my mind that was way too excited to see Olivia prostrate with her voluptuous ass in the air.
She was just wanting me to ease her pain, that was it.
I used all my willpower to look past the cute dimples in the thick pink spandex and envision the muscles beneath. Carefully, I placed my hands on either side of her ass and started a deep tissue massage.
Every part of a woman was a gift, but Olivia’s ass made my inner caveman feel like he had just discovered fire. I bit my tongue and mentally recited the names of the muscles I was massaging to stay focused.
But my focus instantly broke when Olivia let out a little moan.
My cock jumped, but I tore my eyes away from her round rear and stared at her face instead. “That doesn’t hurt, does it?”
“No,” she murmured, the left side of her face smushed against the mat. “Blood is rushing through my legs. My hips are opening. I think you were right.”
I wished I had cameras in the gym so I could play that “you were right” over and over. I’d even make it the sound for my morning alarm.
She shifted her knees and widened her stance. “Get closer to the center.”
My heart rate spiked. I took a deep breath and pictured textbook illustrations of human anatomy as my thumbs moved across the expanse of her ass. As soon as I touched her pelvic floor muscles, she let out a deep moan.
“God, don’t stop.” She melted into my touch. “It feels so damn good.”
My breathing turned shallow as my cock instantly stiffened. I had been smart enough to wear black sweatpants so my arousal wouldn’t be immediately obvious, but if she backed up a couple inches or even took a glance in the mirror wall—
“Harder,” she breathed as she leaned into my hands. “You won’t hurt me, I promise. Just let me have it.”
A short sigh escaped my lips. “It’s really hard to be clinical about this when you keep moaning.”
She gave me a wicked look. With a tiny push, she pressed her ass into my aching cock.
She hummed. “It is really hard, isn’t it?”
I bit my tongue. This woman, I swear to God.
My hands rested on either side of her hips and I held in a tense breath. “Do you want me to be less clinical with you?”
Olivia coyly avoided my eyes and stayed silent, but that naughty smile on her lips remained.
Even with her ass smashed into my hips, she was still playing keep-away. Fed up, I reached down and tilted her chin to face me.
“When are you going to tell me what’s going on in that head of yours?” I demanded.
Her eyebrow quirked in a challenge. “I’m not.”
Olivia’s stonewall defense was frustrating, but I never faced a defense I couldn’t penetrate. If she refused to talk, I’d make her scream.
I hooked my thumbs beneath the waistband of her leggings. “You said you didn’t care what I did back here as long as I gave you relief. Is that still true?”
She nibbled her lower lip ever-so slightly and locked eyes with me. “Yes.”
“Good.” I gave her ass a gentle push. “Scoot up on the mat.”
Slowly, Olivia crawled her way up the yoga mat until she rested on the very top edge. As soon as she was steady, I pulled down her leggings and panties and yanked them off her legs. She was completely bare save for her pink nursing bra and her pussy was already glistening and swollen.
What a gorgeous sight to behold.
I turned around so I could get on my back beneath her. Once my shoulders were pressed against the squishy yoga mat, I wrapped my arms around her thighs and guided her onto my face.
Olivia let out a tortured whimper as I ran my tongue along the slickness at her core. Fuck. She had tasted good before, but the pregnancy had only made her essence stronger.
I tilted my chin up and got another taste, then another. The second I started really enjoying myself, Olivia eased off me.
“Um, Beau, are you sure?” she asked with an infuriating waver in her voice. “I’m getting really big and I don’t want you to—”
“Damnit, Adams,” I bit out. “I can bench more than whatever you think you weigh. Come here.”
I yanked her back down, the muscles in my arms tensing as I locked her legs against my cheeks.
Olivia drew in a breath like she was about to complain again, but I flattened my tongue against her and shut her up.
She was so fucking delicious that I groaned low in my throat as I ate her out.
Her hips wiggled as she rode my face, and then the mother of my children let out a whine that made me harder than I thought possible.
Olivia’s legs started to turn to jelly, so I strengthened my grip on her thighs to keep her upright.
As soon as she was good and steady, I sucked her clit into my mouth. She jumped forward a little, but I held her fast.
“You can’t get away from me,” I teased before I folded my tongue around her clit again. A shiver went down my spine as Olivia screamed and shook.
Not so quiet anymore, now was she?
She was close to the edge, but I wasn’t going to let her off that easily. I gave her a soothing little lick before I slipped out from under her and rolled onto my knees.
I positioned myself squarely behind her and lowered my waistband to the tops of my thighs.
My cock rested between her ass cheeks as I grabbed her hips. “Do you still want that relief?”
Her cheeks burned red and her eyes were squeezed shut, but she nodded eagerly against the mat.
I carefully pushed inside her and a miserable groan escaped my lips. Though she was dripping wet, she was tight as hell. Despite all the massaging, her body wouldn’t let her muscles relax fully.
“Easy,” Olivia pleaded.
I gritted my teeth as I went in slowly, unlocking her inch by inch. Her walls gripped me like an iron fist, but she gradually softened. I couldn’t get myself fully seated, but I fucked her at a steady enough pace to watch her whole body jiggle with every thrust.
Desperate for more, I reached forward and quickly unclipped each side of her nursing bra so her delicious tits spilled onto the yoga mat.
Though I had stripped her, bent her over, and was buried inside her, that possessive instinct in the back of my mind wasn’t satisfied. She was still guarded, still holding back.
I grabbed the base of her braid and turned her head so she faced the wall of mirrors. Her eyes widened as I forced her to see that I had her.
“You can’t hide from me, Adams,” I said between breaths as I thrusted. “I know something is up with you, so tell me what you want.”
Her face turned venomous. “Shut up and just fuck me!”
So dismissive. So demanding.
And all she wanted from me was just to fuck her.
Fury washed over me. “That’s what you want? You want to use me, just like everyone else?”
“I never said—”
My hand dove to her clit and she screamed instead of finishing her bullshit excuse. I gave her no mercy as I forced her to come. Her walls clamped down on my cock as she cried, dragging me over the edge with her. I gritted my teeth as I came, but I kept playing with her so she was still coming.
Olivia’s keening sobs echoed around the gym. Her body shook as I made her come over and over, forcing her to take her pleasure past her limit. Pride filled my chest as her miserable little face flushed red.
Have a taste of the agony you choke me with, Olivia.
When she finally flopped to the mat, I withdrew and pulled my pants back on. My head cleared and a flash of shame burned the back of my neck.
What…what had just happened? Why had I suddenly gotten so angry? What had made me lose control like that?
Disgusted with myself, I rose to my feet and looked down at the mess I had made.
Olivia was on her side, eyes closed and panting. One hand rested limply beside her while the other cradled her belly. Her calves twitched in the aftershock of her climax as trails of my cum glistened on her thighs.
“That’s mine,” my instincts whispered.
My shoulder muscles quivered as I tried to shake off that possessive masculine urge. I grabbed a rolled-up gym towel from a nearby warmer and gently cleaned Olivia as she rested, biting back a string of curse words as I mentally pieced together what had happened.
I was hunting down her secrets and forgot that I was the real prey.
I was playing with fire when it came to that iron-hearted woman. I had made it six months into the pregnancy without spilling all the Fontaine family secrets, but Olivia knowing me was no longer my concern.
Olivia had me, plain and simple. Maybe it was merely paternal instincts temporarily clouding my judgment, but I couldn’t deny that Olivia made me feel.
I wanted to buy her a castle to keep her away from me, but hold the key in my pocket so she could never leave.
I wanted her sleeping silence in the morning and her screams on my sheets in the evening.
I wanted her to confess her ugly truths and then tell me pretty lies.
Not since Katie left had I experienced such a messy splatter of emotions one right after another. Olivia had made me so weak that she could crumple me like paper. It wasn’t fair, but if I stayed calm and made her think I had the upper hand, maybe I could keep her from knowing.
I quietly knelt just behind her back. Gently as a whisper, I hooked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and leaned in close.
“Playing cool won’t work anymore, not when you bare yourself like this,” I said softly against the shell of her ear. “I will find out what you’re hiding. Enough with the games, Olivia, you won’t win.”
My lips moved down and I placed a lingering, claiming kiss on the side of her neck. I looked at the wall of mirrors as soon as my lips touched her skin, and I caught those beautiful brown eyes popping open in horror.
Hopefully, I had made her feel just as scared as I was.
With that possessive itch at the base of my brain satisfied, I calmly rose to my feet and walked out of the gym.
I went upstairs and hid beneath the foggy steam of my shower as the hot water beat against my back. I had no idea how I was going to navigate the rest of the pregnancy, nor was I any closer to knowing what was going on in Olivia’s head, but I was certain of one thing…
Olivia Adams was finally making me lose all control.