Chapter Forty-Nine
Hayes
Malec sighs. “Yeah, it’s not the best, but that’s probably for a reason. These places don’t want the liability of knowing what’s going on when alcohol is involved.”
“Now what?” She says, glancing over at me, but I’m too busy staring at the screen as if I can jump through it and see who the stalker is.
“Now, I call in some favors. I’ll see if I can get someone to enhance this video and see if any other businesses in the vicinity of Casa Amigos will cooperate with their security footage.”
“That could take a while,” I utter.
“Yeah, it could. And, if he’s bold enough to walk into a room with all of us in it, and to be as angry as Thea said he looked… It’s time to take this more seriously.”
“We have been,” Liv says, defensively.
“Not seriously enough,” I state, and her head snaps in my direction.
The silence in the room is thick as everyone looks at us.
Malec clears his throat to get our attention back. “I’m not trying to scare you, Liv, but nothing is going to get better before we get this guy. He’s escalating. Stalkers only want one thing, and they’ll kill for it.”
Liv doesn’t respond; she doesn’t even blink, but when I pull her into my chest, she comes willingly. “I’ve got you,” I whisper against her hair.
She takes a deep shuddering breath before righting herself. “So what do I do?”
* * *
“I’ve showered and packed, and you haven’t said a word to me. Can you stop pouting now?” Liv asks, leaning over the couch beside me.
We haven’t slept, and it’s nearly dawn, but the plan is for the cavalry to be here first thing in the morning to move Liv out of her cottage as quickly and quietly as possible. That only gives us about another hour to package her life into a neat little bow.
“We still don’t know who this guy is, Liv. I’m pissed.”
“I’m pissed, too. But I’m the one being terrorized by this creep. I’m the one being forced out of my home. So, get it together!” She stalks to the kitchen, and her flimsy robe flutters behind her.
Someone wants to take her from me. Someone wants to hurt her. I’m losing my damn mind, and she’s walking around without clothes on.
Doesn’t she realize what she does to me?
Her stalker’s obsession wouldn’t hold a flame to mine.
Her hand is shaking as she attempts to pour herself a drink, but I’m on her before she sees me coming, pushing her into the counter from behind and gripping her robe around her waist.
“Is this for me? Or are you hoping your stalker is peeking through your windows?” I whisper in her ear, dragging my teeth along her neck.
“You’re sick,” she huffs, but gasps when I bite her earlobe.
“Would you fuck me while he’s watching?”
“I would fuck you if anyone was watching.”
“Naughty girl.” I rip the robe down her arms, raking my teeth along her shoulder blade. “No one gets to see how pretty you look falling apart in my arms.”
She gasps, arching her back as my lips trail down her spine.
“Do you need my cock just like I need you to fucking breathe?” I grumble, digging my fingers into the soft flesh of her ass.
“Yes,” she breathes, moaning when I bury my face between her cheeks.
“Bend over and spread your legs, dove.”
She complies eagerly, laying her chest on the counter in front of her until her ass is propped perfectly in front of my face.
I give her one solid swipe of tongue before a resounding smack fills the air. Her body jumps, reacting to the slap. A red handprint glows on her ass cheek, and I admire it as I soothe the spot.
“What was that for?”
“Because I can. This ass belongs to me, and your whole fucking body is mine. No one is taking this from me.” I grab her other cheek roughly. “Do you hear me?”
“Yes.”
Smack. “I didn’t hear you, baby girl.”
“Yes, I’m yours.”
“Good.” I pop my belt buckle quickly, stroking my cock as I notch it at her tight opening. “Now fuck what’s yours,” I demand.
She drives her hips back, swallowing my cock in her pussy until her red ass flattens against my lower stomach. She grinds against me as she adjusts to the intrusion, but once she’s comfortable, it’s on.
Her ass bounces back and forth as she fucks me, throwing it back against me so hard that I can barely keep myself still. She grips my crown with her tight opening before sheathing back to the hilt, and I’m fucking mesmerized, watching her juices coat my shaft.
“God, you’re sexy.” She whimpers at my words, fucking me brutally until her legs start to shake. I grab her hips, slowing her momentum. “You don’t get to make me cum until I’ve made sure you get yours.”
“But–”
Smack. “Hear me?”
“Yes.”
“Roll your hips over me… Fuck, I love it when you do that.” My fingers find her clit, and she moans as I circle it.
We stay like that, languidly fucking in the middle of her kitchen as I pepper her spine with soft kisses. She loves it rough, but she needs this, too. I need it just as badly.
“I’m so close,” she gasps, jerking as she nears her climax.
I wet my middle finger, pushing it into her tight ass without warning, and her entire body tightens. Her pussy chokes down on my cock as I fill both her holes, sliding my finger in and out of her ass as she twitches in my arms.
“Fuck me with both your holes, baby girl.”
She drives against me harder, taking it in both entrances until it’s too much. She falls apart in my arms as her orgasm rocks her.
I hold her taut, letting her feel how full she is as her body clenches me, and it isn’t until she takes a deep gasping breath that I start thrusting again.
My control was teetering on the edge already, and plowing into her a few times is all it takes before my cum rockets inside of her, and she’s gasping, again.
“Fuck,” I say breathlessly against her back, still buried inside of her.
We needed this distraction, a moment of connection to get lost in, but I feel the moment reality returns. She leans back against me, letting me take her weight as I hold her against my chest.
The longer we stand here in silence, the heavier she feels in my arms, deflating in front of my eyes.
“Are you ready to go?”
“No.” I can’t see her face, but I hear the frown in her voice. “I don’t want to leave my cottage.”
“I know, but it’s temporary, and it’s safer behind the gates.” My arms tighten around her, and she leans further into me as I kiss her head. “You put oxygen into my lungs, Olive. I have you back, and I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”
She nods, and I reluctantly let her go as she pulls away from me.
I hate that her life is being flipped upside down.
“I need to find my phone,” she says as she straightens her robe back over her shoulders. “I think I lost it while I was packing.”
“I’ll call it.”
“It’s on silent.”
“Did you leave it in the car?”
“Maybe. This night has been a mess.” She presses the heels of her hands into her temples.
“Are you okay?”
“No dizziness. Just a little bit of a headache.”
My lips press to her forehead, lingering longer than necessary as if I can take away the pain. “I’ll take your bags to the car and look for your phone.”
She nods as she glances around the kitchen, looking nothing but lost. Her thoughts are a million miles away from what’s in front of her face, and I don’t blame her.
It only takes me a few seconds to slide her bags into the back of my SUV, and one glance in the front seat makes me scoff. We both left our phones in the car, stacked on top of each other in the center console tray.
Both of the screens are filled with notifications. Missed calls, missed texts…
“Shit.” I sprint back into the cottage, trying to thumb through the texts from Malec, Thea, and Jesse.
“Liv! Thea’s been trying to get a hold of us. She found him! It’s–” My steps skid to a stop at the entrance to the kitchen, and both the phones fall from my hands, clattering to the floor.