41. Olivia #2
“I’ll send you more,” he interrupts quickly.
“I have more to show you. I know I do. I have GPS from the SUV. I have paid toll pictures. I have a lot more. When I can track it down,” he huffs with determination, taking over his face.
“I’ll do whatever it takes to earn your trust. I’ll get on my knees and beg.
I’ll walk through fucking fire for you. We all would.
Just to have you back with us. Like this.
In our lives. We love you, Olivia Viotto. That’s never changed.”
“You aren’t going to tell them, are you?” I ask, swallowing hard.
“No,” he says, shaking his head. “You are.”
I stiffen. “Me?”
I can barely wrap my head around JJ knowing who I am under my Oliver disguise. But them, too? What will they say? Do? Feel? Fuck. I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet. I need more time to figure out what the hell is going on here and if I can truly trust them with my biggest secret.
“Yes,” he whispers, leaning in and putting his forehead against mine.
“You’re going to tell them soon, Spitfire.
Because this secret I’m keeping is eating me fucking alive.
Huxley looks at me like I’m hiding something from him.
Something big. And it’s killing me,” he chokes out.
“It’s killing me to keep you a secret from the two other people who I know care about you.
” He squeezes his eyes shut and blows out a breath.
“After the initiations, Livy. You have to… You can’t keep this from them. ”
Yes, I can.
But I don’t say that. Because everything inside me is twisting into knots at the prospect of them knowing I’m still alive. So far, I’ve been lucky that JJ has kept my secret.
“What if I don’t?” I test the waters, stiffening when he stares deep into my eyes, holding me prisoner in his grip.
“Then I’ll tell them everything,” he threatens. “If you’re going to live under our roof and be our pledge, they need to know. Y-you don’t really know what you’re signing up for, do you?”
No. “I know enough,” I say confidently, even though I don’t feel it.
JJ huffs, blowing his warm breath across my lips. I rest my hand on his forearm that flexes beneath my fingers with every inch he takes up against me.
“Will you tell me why you want to do this? You’ll have to leave this dorm room. You’ll live in our pledge house.” He pauses and blinks a few times, a smirk pulling at his lips. “Scratch that. I’ll make sure you live in the main house with us.”
So I’ll never be able to run away again. He wants to keep me under lock and key, so I’ll tell the other two exactly who I am.
“Then do it,” I goad, lifting my chin slightly so our lips are a millimeter apart. If he comes any closer, we’ll be kissing. And a part of me doesn’t hate that idea. “Make me live in the house with you. I don’t care.”
I do. I really do care. I don’t want to end up like this every night.
Or do I? Fuck. My head is so confused. I’m a damn mess, and I don’t know what I want anymore.
Is this what a good agent looks like? Entangled with her mark so she can worm her way into their organization.
Jonathan would probably agree. Shit. I’ll have to write this into my reports.
“Fine,” he teases. “And every morning I’ll wake you up with my head between your legs.” He lifts a brow. “You think you can manage that?”
I shiver again at the thought of getting woken up with a tongue on my clit and an orgasm to start out the day.
I mean, it wouldn’t be too bad. Right? Fuck.
I really do need to get laid, because lying here with JJ has my pussy aching for him to fill her up.
And she shouldn’t! We’re confused, but eager.
But still, I want some. I don’t want some.
Why am I so fucking confused about this? It wouldn’t mean anything, right? Liar. It would. It would mean the biggest change of all. If JJ and I step over this fucking invisible line I’ve put between us to protect my heart and my fucking soul, I’ll be doomed.
“I’m going to kiss you now, Spitfire.” His gaze searches mine, hesitating for only a second before his lips press lightly into mine.
I shiver, clinging to him and pulling him into me more. Until every inch of our bodies connects, and my legs twist with his. So much for not stepping over the invisible line. I went and obliterated that boundary with one sweep of my tongue, begging for entry against the seam of his lips.
And he doesn’t hesitate to tilt his head and allow me entry. Our tongues dance frantically together. Moans pull from the back of my throat, aching for more, more, more.
Pulling back, he breathes heavily. “Can I give you a preview, Spitfire? Can I show you what you should expect once you move into the mansion?” He hums against my lips, diving his tongue back into my mouth and moaning again. “Please,” he begs softly in between kisses.
I pull back, sucking in oxygen through my parted lips. A euphoric fog takes my brain hostage, and no clear thoughts come through when he rocks against me, his hardness pressing right against my core.
“And who says I’ll do that?” I whisper, running my fingers through his hair. “Who says I’m going to stick around?”
His pupils grow. Almost taking over the brown of his iris.
“You think I’ll ever let you go now?” he asks, rocking against me again with a groan.
“We let you slip between our fingers once. It won’t happen again.
If you run, we’ll track you down,” he promises through a snarl, taking my lips again with bruising force.
Promising me that every word he said is something he means.
And I believe every damn word.
I yelp into his mouth when he pushes my back against the mattress and rests his body weight completely on top of mine.
But his lips never stop moving against mine.
Never stop taking me. Never backing down.
Down my jaw. Lightly touching the scars on my face and across my neck.
My fingers work through his hair as my legs instinctively open for him, setting his hardness against my drenched center, begging for something I’m not sure I want to take from.
“You’re thinking way too much,” JJ murmurs, lifting his head so he stares directly into my eyes.
I swallow hard. “Do you blame me?” I ask lamely.
“No,” he says, grinding into me breathlessly while staring deep into my eyes. “I don’t. You can tell me to stop. I will. I can leave your dorm right now…” He trails off. “But I don’t think you want me to. I think you want me to eat your pussy so you never forget me again.”
Fucker. I mean, he’s right. I want to feel his hands on me. His lips on mine. My throat. My chest. My everything. I want to lose myself in the familiar sensation of him. I want to give myself over to him.
“Look at me, Spitfire,” he demands in a low voice, forcing my wandering attention back to him. “I want you to turn off your brain for five minutes. Just give me that. For now.”
“Why only five minutes?” I ask, furrowing my brows.
“Because my hearing aids only have five minutes left before they die from not being charged, and I want your moans to be the last thing I hear before the entire world goes quiet.”
I search his eyes for a few seconds and nod my response.
What’s the worst that could happen? Pleasure?
Pain later? Regrets? Probably. I’ll overthink this into oblivion after he leaves and promise myself it won’t happen again.
That I won’t cross this line with any of them until I completely clear their names.
But you know what? After years of hiding in my room with tears in my eyes and cursing their names. He owes me this. This pleasure for all the pain I’ve endured.
“Take your clothes off for me, Spitfire. Please,” he urges, climbing off me and adjusting the bulge, leaking precum through his gray boxers. “I want to see you spread out for me. I want to see what I’m about to feast on. Are you dripping for me?”
I swallow hard, trailing my fingers down my body until I slip my fingers beneath my gym shorts and find my center. Keeping my eyes on his, I gasp when my fingers enter my pussy and pump a few times, coating my fingers with the wetness that’s gathered there.
“Why don’t you see for yourself?” I whisper, holding my glistening fingers in the air between us. “Fuck,” I gasp when his lips wrap around my three fingers, and his tongue swirls, moaning at the taste of me.
“You’re so soaked for me,” he groans, sitting back and holding his dick through his boxers again. “Please get naked so I can taste your cum on my tongue.”
This time. I don’t overthink it when I sit up, keeping my gaze connected with his. With shaky hands, I lift my shirt over my head and toss it on the floor. His gaze breaks first, roaming over my bare chest and abdomen, and he curses under his breath, squeezing his dick again.
“Fuck,” he says through a shaky breath as I slip my sleep shorts off with a blush coating my cheeks.
I haven’t gotten naked in front of someone in so long without the lights being off. But no one has looked at me the way JJ does. Like I’m the masterpiece he’s been waiting for. His breath picks up as he stares at my exposed pussy, no doubt glistening and eager for him.