Unfinished Heroes: Sebring Part 40

I pushed up.

He came up with me and brought me down, twisted so my torso was pinned under his, back to the bed, lower body on its side so he could smack my bare a.s.s again.

I felt my eyes get round before they went squinty.

"You gonna do as you're told or you gonna fight me?" he asked.

He looked like he was struggling against smiling.

"You're getting off on this," I accused.

"You're getting off on it too, Olivia, and don't deny it 'cause I'll just have to prove it and that'll delay pizza which would be annoying."

"I-" I began to snap but his hand cracked against my a.s.s again right before it soothed it sweetly and his mouth came to mine.

His deep voice was gentle and just as sweet when he asked affectionately, "Livvie, go get your man the pizza menu and his phone. Okay, baby?"

He ended that request sliding his hand in, his fingertips gliding between my legs, one whispering across my c.l.i.t.

"Okay, Nick," I breathed.

His eyes smiled and he gave me a short, rough kiss before he let me go.

I got him the menu and his phone.

Holding me in his bed, Nick ordered pizza.

He left me in his bed when he got dressed and went out to buy me beer.

He came back and we ate pizza, drank beer and then f.u.c.ked, slow and long and beautifully.

And I fell asleep with Nick in his bed.

I woke up there too.

Both the falling asleep and the waking up I did with Nick holding me.

Normal.

Simple.

Real.

And terrifying.

Chapter Seventeen.

No Limit Nick 7:28 The Next Morning After their shower, Nick lost track of Olivia when he was in his closet pulling on trousers.

He found her in his kitchen, wet hair just as it was dry, straight as a sheet, bangs spiky against her eyebrows, wearing his shirt from the day before barely b.u.t.toned up because there weren't many b.u.t.tons left.

She was doing something and he hoped it was making coffee.

But he saw her purse on the bar where he put it after he retrieved it the night before from where she'd told him she'd left it in her car.

"Got your phone on you?" he asked, moving toward the kitchen, his eyes to her purse.

"Yes," she answered.

"Gonna take it today, honey. Have one of my guys look at it. Make sure they got nothing on it to track you."

He felt her gaze and turned his from her purse to see panic etched in her features.

Like last night, he beat back his response not only to having the knowledge confirmed her own f.u.c.king father burned her, but also the a.s.shole kept tabs on her to control her.

Instead, he swiftly moved around the bar and pulled her in his arms.

"It's gonna be okay," he told her.

She rested her hands on his biceps, her head tipped back, her expression not a.s.sured.

"Do you think they know I'm here?" she asked.

If they knew that she was visiting him, now or before, they both would be very aware of it.

"No," he answered and gave her more, "And even if they did, if they got that info just off a tracker, they wouldn't know who you were visiting. I own this unit 'cause I own the building. A company I'm a partner in did the renos. But the unit, the building, my car, nothin' is easy to trace back to me. For business purposes, I erased myself a long time ago. Just makes s.h.i.t easier. Only people who know I exist are the IRS but even that's a juggernaut I pay three CPAs to straighten out so they don't audit me. So, unless they're standin' outside watchin' and see me open the door, they won't know who you're seein'. And I got security on this building, watched twenty-four seven, so if we had company, I'd know that too."

She relaxed against him, but only slightly.

"We have a lot to talk about," she remarked.

They really f.u.c.king did.

"We'll do it."

"Sebring-"

"Shade," he cut her off, taking one arm from around her to cup her face and dropping his closer to hers. "We'll do it. We'll take our time 'cause we got it. We'll figure it out. In the meantime, I make sure you're safe to move around as you like, not the least of that being making it safe for you to be with me. Starting today. So can you do without your phone for the day?"

She nodded.

"Right. Tonight, you're back here."

She nodded again.

"Six, Olivia. And if I'm not here, I'll give you a key."

"I'm uncertain I have the brute strength to open your door."

He grinned. "It sounds angry but it's a piece of cake."

"Right," she murmured, her eyes drifting to his throat.

"Livvie," he called.

Her gaze came back.

Before he could say more words to rea.s.sure her, she spoke and as she did, just the way she did it last night, he caught the look deep in her eyes.

"You'll give me a key."

That said a lot for any man and woman, he knew it.

For them, the level of trust it communicated was out the roof.

And the way she felt about it wasn't right there for him to see, but she gave it to him because he put in the effort to look deep.

"I'll give you a key," he confirmed quietly.

She leaned into him, her soft body yielding to his hard.

"f.u.c.k, you gotta stop bein' sweet or I'm gonna need to f.u.c.k you against the island and I got zero time this morning," he warned. "I need coffee and to get a move on."

"Okay," she said in her soft voice.

"Now make coffee," he ordered.

She rolled her eyes.

She'd never done that.

Now she was being sweet with her body and her normal just plain cute.

He moved his hand down, catching his shirt, yanking it up and he was about to swat her a.s.s when he felt it was bare.

"f.u.c.k," he grunted.

"Sebring?"

He curled his fingers into her a.s.s cheek.

Her lips parted and her lids lowered.

f.u.c.k.

Without another word, he turned her and bent her over the island, yanking up his shirt and seeing her bare a.s.s.

"f.u.c.k," he groaned, his hardening c.o.c.k going solid.

"Sebring," she whispered, and tipped her a.s.s.

An invitation.

Christ.

His princess.

"G.o.ddammit," he muttered. Powerless against her pull, he undid his pants. "Hold on," he ordered.

She shifted her hands to the sides of the island.

He drove his c.o.c.k into her wet c.u.n.t.

f.u.c.k.

He took her hard and fast. She came for him hard and fast. He shot deep, did it hard but luckily not quite as fast.

When he was done, still breathing heavily, he turned her, lifted her and planted her a.s.s on his island, shoving in so he was between her legs. When he got to where he wanted to be, he kissed her.

And when he was done with that, he stayed close and held her tight as he said quietly, "Like you in my shirts, Liv, but so I can fight the urge to spend every minute I'm awake f.u.c.kin' you, panties would be good."

"Hmm..." she murmured as reply, her beautiful green eyes even more beautiful hazy with s.e.x.

She was totally not going to wear panties.

Yeah, she owned him. He told himself he'd resisted the brand but she'd burned it deep weeks ago.

Admitting that and still powerless against her pull, Nick kissed her again.

Then he put her on her feet.

She wandered to his master bath off his bedroom to clean up.

By the time she was out, he'd finished the coffee she'd started making and he'd gotten her a key.

He poured himself a travel mug.

She grabbed her cell and gave it to him. She also wandered to the door with him.

He kissed her there and muttered, "Bolt this after me."