Page 146 of Burning Bridges Duet

“You’re fucking perfect, you know that? Perfect for me, perfect for us,” he says, accentuating each sentence with a thrust.

I move in front of Liv to lie on the bed, propping myself up on my elbows so her pussy is at my eye level. I can see her glistening with arousal.

“We’re going to prepare you for next time, when Jaxon takes your ass while I take that pussy,” I tell her. “But for now, I’m going to finger you and lick your clit until you come all over my face with Jaxon’s dick buried in your ass.”

I reach out and begin to rub Liv’s clit with my fingers, eliciting loud moans from her. Slowly, I slide a finger inside her and begin to work it in and out, curling it to hit her G-spot. I feel Jaxon’s dick in her ass through that thin barrier, while she is getting wetter and wetter, coating my finger. I bring my mouth down to her pussy and start to lick her clit, swirling my tongue around it while Jaxon continues to pound her from behind. As I work her over, Liv’s moans grow louder and more urgent. I can tell she’s getting close as she begins to squeeze my finger, so I slip another inside her, working them both in and out, hitting all the right spots. With my other hand, I begin to rub myself, getting myself off as she reaches her peak.

Her body convulses with ecstasy as she nearly screams. I continue to lick her clit and finger her through her orgasm, not stopping until she is completely spent. Behind her, Jaxon is grunting and moaning, finally spending himself into her ass and muttering curses.

He pulls out of her, and Liv collapses onto the bed, breathing heavily. We all lie there for a moment, catching our breath and basking in the afterglow. I kiss her gently before getting off the bed and heading to the bathroom to clean myself up and grab some wet washcloths.

I toss one at Jax, who’s now lying on his back with Liv in his arms, and with the second one, I start to clean her. She’s already half asleep, so I take my time, being gentle and thorough. I toss the cloth to the floor before crawling back onto the bed beside them and wrapping my arms around Liv, nuzzling my face into her neck. The three of us lie there entwined, and I can’t help but smile. This is exactly where I want to be, with the people I love most in the world. I could do this for the rest of my life.

I hear the front door open, followed by some rustling, and soon, Ryder and River stand in the doorway. Ryder pouts, his disappointment evident.

“Man, we missed it,” he huffs, while Jaxon just snickers softly.

TWENTY-FOUR

The class finally comes to an end, and I hastily pack my bag, shoving my laptop inside. All I want is to escape from here. I was lost in my daydreams when my dance history teacher addressed me twenty minutes ago, and I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. I managed to fumble an “uhh” in response, while Camilla and Sofie snickered behind me.

Those two have become increasingly hostile towards me. They never directly confronted me after the incident in the cage, but they make sure I can sense their gossip and mockery. I shouldn’t let it bother me, but I’ve had my fill of people talking about me, and I’m simply over it.

I rise from my seat and head towards the door, but as I do, Camilla and Sofie walk up beside me. Camilla nudges me with her shoulder, causing me to stumble.

“Oops,” she casually remarks, while Sofie links their arms. They laugh amongst themselves and walk out of the room. I roll my eyes at their immature behavior and follow them out of the door. Ryder and River should already be on their way to get me so we can head over to Tanner Fitness together, and I’m happy to see them, so I don’t let the girls’ behavior sour my good mood. As I step out the building, I hear shouting.

“It’s her, Olivia Baker!”

“She just came out of the building. Olivia!”

Panic surges through me, causing me to freeze in my tracks. No, please, not again.

People start rushing towards me, and just as I gather my wits and attempt to run, a circle of reporters forms around me. Cameras are thrust in my face, blinding me with the bright flashes. I shield my eyes with my hand, trying to block out the overwhelming chaos, as questions bombard me from all directions.

“Olivia, is it true that you’ve started a new life in America to engage in sinful relationships with multiple men?”

“Olivia, why are you hiding here? Are you guilty of all the accusations made by Liam’s fans?”

“Olivia, what do you want to say to your fans back home?”

Tremors course through my body as I struggle to maintain my composure. I search desperately for familiar faces behind the horde of reporters, hoping to find someone who can help me, but all I see are Camilla and Sofie, their mouths agape and eyes wide with shock. This can’t be happening again. I can’t fucking do this again.

“N-No comment,” I stutter, desperately trying to push my way out of the crowd, but one of the reporters grabs hold of my shoulder, preventing me from escaping.

“Olivia, your fans deserve some answers,” he insists, his voice accusatory.

The commotion intensifies as people start shouting and complaining, only to be forcefully pushed away.

“Everyone back the fuck off!” Ryder’s voice booms out, cutting through the chaos. He fights his way towards me, forcefully clearing a path through the crowd. I’m an emotional wreck, tears welling up in my eyes, but he wraps his arm around my shoulder.

“I’ve got you,” he whispers in my ear. Determined, he pushes our way back through the reporters, holding me close to him, his other hand extended as a shield.

“Are you one of her men?” A reporter thrusts a microphone in Ryder’s face, attempting to probe further, but Ryder stands his ground, his expression angry.

“I am,” he replies boldly. “Now back the fuck up.”

“Isn’t that the singer from that new rock band?” I hear another reporter say behind us, and panic surges through me as their attention turns towards Ryder.