“That’s not really an answer.”
“It’s the one you’re getting.”
She studies me like she might push. Then she doesn’t. “That’s okay,” she says instead. “I’m not going anywhere.” The words land harder than they should. Not because of what they mean. Because of how easily she says them. Like it’s already decided. Like she’s not fighting it. Like she’s choosing it.
Blaze leans back in his chair, watching us with too much interest. “Well, fuck,” he says, dragging the words out. “That’s the most I’ve heard him say in one sitting since we met him when we were teenagers.” A few laughs ripple around the table.
I don’t react. Don’t look at him.
But Olivia does. Her smile widens slightly, something warmer there now, something that wasn’t there before. “Guess I bring out the best in you,” she says, just loud enough for me to hear.
My jaw tightens. Not in anger. Something else.
Night settles in slow.
The clubhouse quiets piece by piece. Kids get put to bed. Voices drop. The constant movement fades into something softer, something that sits instead of rushes.We end up back in my room. Just us. The room feels different now. Smaller. Not because it changed. Because we did.
She stands near the window, looking out like she’s trying to process everything that happened today. The way she moved through the clubhouse. The way the women accepted her. The way the men didn’t push but didn’t ignore her either.
The way I…
I stop that thought before it finishes.
She turns. Looks at me. Not quick. Not careful. Direct. There’s no fear in it. No hesitation. Something else. Something that says she’s choosing this. Choosing to stand here. Choosing to be in this room. Choosing me. That’s what breaks it. Not the touch. Not the laugh. Not the way she fits.
This.
Her choice.
“Fuck it.” The words are out before I think about them. I move. Fast. Close the distance between us in two steps. My hand comes up to her jaw, firm, controlled, not rough but not gentle either, holding her where I want her.
Her breath catches. Her eyes don’t leave mine.
I don’t give her time to think.I take her mouth. It’s not soft. Not careful. It’s everything I’ve been holding back all day snapping forward at once. Need. Pressure. Control turning inward instead of out.
She responds immediately. No hesitation. No pulling away. Her hands come up, gripping my shirt, pulling me closer like she’s been waiting for this too. That’s what kills the last thread of control I had left. There’s no stopping point anymore. No space to pull back into something controlled and distant and safe. Because this isn’t safe. This is exactly what I’ve been avoiding.
And I don’t give a shit.
I deepen the kiss, pushing into it, taking more, demanding more, and she gives it right back without faltering. Matches me. Meets me. That shouldn’t happen. It does. And I’m done pretending it doesn’t matter.
I stand up in front of her, my six-foot-four frame towering over her. If I had to guess, I'd say she was only about five-foot-three. I wrap a hand around her ass, picking her up, so she's eye level with me, while my other slips around the back of her neck. Pulling her lips to mine, I’m like a starving man wanting another taste of her sinful lips. They're soft, and as I slip my tongue through them tasting her, I groan in satisfaction. She's just as sweet as I imagined she would be.
A small moan escapes her lips, and my dick is rock hard. Taking a few steps, I brace her against the wall. My mouth releases hers as I trail a line down her neck, biting and tasting each inch of her skin while her nails dig into my biceps.
Letting her slide down from the wall, my hands catch the hem of her shirt and I drag it over her head. Her tits are cupped in black lace and, fuck, it's sexy. Popping the button on her jeans, I ease them to the floor, matching black panties taunt me and my dick strains so hard against the zipper of my jeans that it's fucking painful.
Taking her hand, I lead her over to the bed and sit down. She's standing in front of me in her bra, and panties. "Take off the bra, slowly."
Her hands reach up, sliding down the straps, so they hang and expose more of her. Reaching around her back she pops the clasps, and it falls to the floor exposing her perfect round tits. I grab her hips and pull her to me. She's at the perfect height right now as I take her nipple into my mouth, a surprised sound of pleasure comes from her as her hands grip my head. I slip my hands around, grabbing her ass and holding her to me as I take advantage of having my mouth on her. I can smell her pussy, and it's driving me fucking crazy.
Dipping my head, I bite her skin through the lace of her panties, and her knees buckle a bit, but I hold her up. "Fuck, I need to taste you." I stand up. "Take my clothes off."
Her tiny hands pull my shirt over my head, and I watch as her eyes take in my tattoos. After a minute, she works my belt off and slips my jeans and briefs down at the same time, her nails brushing my skin and sending chills to every part of my body.
I push her onto the bed enjoying the way she looks sprawled out on my sheets. Bending slowly, I settle my head in between her legs, dipping down, I take the lace in my teeth and tug as she shivers and lifts her ass up for me.
I brace my hands on her thighs, opening her to me completely. Running my tongue up her, she almost jumps off the damn bed. Looking up, I see the need on her face, and it sets me on fire. I slide my thumb over her clit then dip my tongue inside of her. Rubbing her sensitive spot and fucking her with my tongue, I can almost instantly feel her entire body start to tense.
