I push her thighs apart and settle my hips between them, pressing my already aching cock against her core as I look down at her panting, the needy look in her eyes back already.
“I’d lube up and fuck the arches of your feet if you asked me to.”
She laughs as I kiss one cheek, and then the other. “You’re insane.”
“Maybe … because I’d do anything to see that perfect little O your pretty lips form into when you take my cock deep.” I tip my forehead to hers. “The only thing I won’t do is stop burying myself deep in your sweet, perfect pussy. I’d fucking beg to live and die here.”
I push into her with one languid thrust, and the crushing worry I live with constantly leaves my mind as I kiss her. My selfish want, the need I have that I can no longer push down, takes over as her lips part and I fill her.
“Aye,” I say, watching her moan. “Just like that, baby.”
Olivia’s thighs wrap around me and I lose myself to her body, mind, and soul, which is when I know that every single thread of fight in me is gone. This tether I have to her is something I can physically feel, it weaves between us and my need for her pushes right through our crafted boundaries. It sends me into no-man’s-land. No-man’s-land being the fact that there’s nothing pretend or short term about the way I feel for Olivia. I don’t know how to tell her, so I have to show her, and the only way I can do that is to worship her until all my fears are gone, faded with the sun as it sinks behind the mountain and the intoxicating sound of my name on her lips.
CHAPTER 49
Asher
I’m scared. He only gets really mad like this when she disobeys him, and when this happens I have to go to my hiding place.
I’m crouched down behind the toy box in my bedroom. I’m in my closet but I can still hear him.
“You think you’re gonna threaten me, Sierra? I’ll fucking destroy you.”
I flinch. I’ve heard him speak to her like this for the ten years I’ve been alive but I still hate it. I silently pray to Saint Michael to protect me and Mom, whispering the prayer she taught me for when Dad gets mean.
“She was my friend! You promised!” my mother cries. “You promised you wouldn’t—”
“My business is my business. She’s just a hole, I don’t give a fuck whose friend she is!”
I squeeze my eyes shut as I summon all my courage to run into the room. My mom is on the floor, cowering from him and covering her face.
“Why can’t you just behave?” I ask her as tears stream down my face. He wouldn’t get angry at her if she did.
“Aye, son, you tell the stupid little skank how to behave. He’s fucking ten years old and he knows you’re out of line.”
I ball my fists at my sides. I hate when he calls her names. He turns to go—anger radiating from him—and when I hear the front door slam shut, I follow in his footsteps to make sure he’s gone. When I can see his car lights through the window, my shoulders relax just a little. He’s gone.
My friend at school just has a mom. I wish I just had a mom. I take a deep breath and run as fast as I can back into the living room.
“Asher …” I hear her call me, though I can’t get to her fast enough. “My little hawk …”
“I’m sorry, Mommy,” I tell her as I round the corner. “I didn’t know he would hurt you again. I was trying …”
“It’s okay, baby,” she whispers, holding my hand. “Get my ice and a cloth, okay?”
I nod and she flashes me a crooked smile. “Promise me, Asher. Don’t be a Donovan. Everything a Donovan man touches dies.”
She places her hand on my face as she mumbles in the weird way she does when she drinks too much wine.
“I’ll get you some ice,” I tell her, trying to hold in my tears the way Dad told me I should.
“Asher …” she calls as I run through our house to get her what she asked for. The house is very big, and it takes time for me to get to the kitchen. “Asher!”
“Asher.”
I sit up in a cold sweat to the incessant sound of buzzing and a warm hand on my arm.
I turn quickly to try to focus on the space around me.
