“You took me so well, baby,” he said. “I’m gonna give you a reward for that. For being my good girl.”
Something in her snapped at his words, and she started to buck her hips back. He let out a soft chuckle, then he began to thrust, meeting her and picking up the pace as he went. Soon, the room was filled with the sounds of her needy whines and his groans. She squeezed around him each time he bottomed out and that only drove him to snap his hips harder and harder into her. When she attempted to set the pace, he gave her ass a slap. Her eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head from the pleasure and once again her body was wracked with a powerful orgasm.
“You were so good, baby,” he whispered. “You came so good.” He gave her a kiss then slid out of her, then pushed her onto her back. “I’m not done with you yet.”
An unholy sound ripped from her throat when he thrust back into her. Her legs wrapped around him, encouraging him to go deeper into her, to move faster. A hand moved down between them and found her clit again, stroking her with quick, featherlike strokes that were not too hard and not too soft.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged as he continued to fuck into her. “Come for me. One more.”
She rode it out as long as she could, enjoying the shocks of pleasure all over her body. All throughout, he whispered sweet and dirty words to her, while kissing every bit of skin he could reach with his mouth. She vaguely felt his release as he pulled her tighter against him, grunting as his cock pulsed inside her, flooding her with his cum. She clung to him, fingers gripping at his shoulders as if she would slip away if she let go. She closed her eyes, her body fully sated.
His loud sigh brought her back to consciousness, as well as making her aware of how heavy his body was on top of hers. She was about to protest when he rolled away, sliding out of her, then gathered her to him, her back against his front. His mouth found her neck, and he kissed her sensitive skin tenderly.
“Olivia,” he whispered in a voice so achingly tender and reverent that she couldn’t breathe. She relaxed against him, feeling the warmth and weight of him. There was so much she wanted to say, so much in her mind, but she didn’t want to spoil this beautiful moment. Truly, all she wanted was to relive it, and to live in it, so she quieted her thoughts and allowed her body to sink into sleep.
Over the next few days, Olivia and Jacob tagged along as Eli and Sloane worked through a list of all the clan members. A few ofthem were cautious while others were relieved. A few even broke down in tears the second they saw Sloane walk through their door. No one suspected a thing and their cover story held up.
Olivia watched Eli carefully during these visits. She couldn’t help but notice how he listened in a way that made people trust him, even the ones who were wary of the McCall name. He never rushed anyone or pushed for information. He just sat there, steady and solid, and let them talk. And they did talk, and Olivia could tell it was because Eli made them feel like he was really listening to them.
When they were done for the day, the evenings were her favorite part, because she got Eli all to herself. He gave her mind-numbing pleasure for hours and she fully took advantage of that. They made love all hours of the night, collapsing into each other’s arms in exhaustion afterward.
“Hmm, I’m hungry,” she said as she traced lazy circles around his bare chest. They were lying together in bed, after a vigorous morning lovemaking session that had started as soon as they woke up.
“You had like, a whole rack of ribs, three cheeseburgers, half a tray of mac and cheese, and ten ears of corn at the barbecue yesterday.”
No doubt, Matty’s barbecue had been the highlight of their visit. He and his girlfriend Emily, a sweet, dark-haired hairdresser with a five-year-old son named Cooper, had hosted them on the tiny patio behind his apartment. Emily had strung up fairy lights and Matty manned the grill like his life depended on it, while Lucas clung to his leg and “helped” by stealing hot dog buns. The kid adored Matty, and the feeling was clearly mutual.
Eli had watched them together with an expression Olivia couldn’t quite describe, except it was something between wonder and longing. Later, when Matty was out of earshot, Elitold her he was glad Matty never got pulled deeper into Ronan’s crew. “He was always too good for that life,” he had said, and then quieter, “He’s happy.”
Sloane, on the other hand, had spent half the evening shooting them looks from across the patio whenever Eli’s hand landed on her waist or Olivia leaned into his shoulder. The other female’s smug grin was practically screaming,I told you so. Not that Olivia could argue. Though it had been an act when they first arrived, clearly the acting part had stopped some time ago.
Olivia wrinkled her nose. “A gentleman shouldn’t comment on what a lady eats.”
He flashed her an evil grin. “Never said I was a gentleman.”
“You—hey!” She squealed as Eli flipped her onto her back, his hand snaking between them to touch her now dampening folds. “Eli …”
After their second round of morning sex, Olivia lay with her head on Eli’s chest, her body pleasantly sore and her mind drifting. “What time are we leaving?”
“Noon, probably. We have enough to report back.”
And they did. The mood across Boston was wary but hopeful. They wanted a new Alpha, someone who could lead without fear and intimidation. No one had a clear candidate, and neither Eli nor Sloane could point to one, but the willingness to accept a new leader was there. With O’Grady out of the picture, the immediate threat of a hostile takeover from within had been significantly reduced. Mickey and Danny were cooperating, or at least claimed to be. Eli and Sloane would recommend to keep tabs on both of them, but neither posed the same danger O’Grady would have.
“Good,” she said. “We can have a long breakfast then.”
“Fine, but don’t steal my fries again.”
She propped her chin on his chest and blinked up at him. “I do not steal your fries. You offer them.”
“After you inhale your own basket and give me those sad doe eyes. I keep telling you, you can always order more.”
“But I want yours.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Why?”
“They taste better when they’re yours.”
“Woman …”
