Chapter 32
“The Rented Husband”
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Chapter 32
Brody closed his eyes as he listened to the sound of Seth’s voice echoing through the door.
Damn. Damn. Double damn.
He was getting ready to get screwed and he hadn’t even made it to the bedroom yet. Standing there, in all his naked glory, all he could do was toss his hands up in the air, stare up at the ceiling and simply ask himself, “Why me? Why now?”
Brody looked over at Olivia and he could see the smirk on her face beginning to form on her lips because of the awkward predicament he was now in. He was obviously hard and painfully aroused. And to make it worse, she was making no secret that she was really enjoying the agonizingly sweet torture he was in.
This would only happen to him. It was just his luck that when he finally, finally got the one woman whom he longed to be with since they landed in Hawaii naked, ready and willing; her brother in law would come banging on the door, refusing to be ignored.
Standing there with only a towel wrapped around her, Olivia finally let a little smile form on her face. This was not happening, she told herself, it couldn’t be, especially after what had just happened in the shower. He had lit a fire deep within her that even she couldn't deny. She was primed and ready to go and the fool was looking at that door like he might answer it.
“Dammit you two, open this door!” Seth bellowed again.
Brody looked down at his feet and chuckled to himself. Yup, there were no doubts about it now, he was definitely getting ready to get royally screwed over and he would bet on his mama’s treasured Elvis Presley collection that this time, vaseline wasn‘t going to be used.
Lifting his head, he turned to look back in Olivia’s direction. Her gaze met his and a flash of heat ignited between them, fanning the fires that Brody had already started in the shower just minutes before. Her cheeks were still flushed from his special attentions and by the sly expression on her face, he could see that she was cooking something up in that sharp, calculated mind of hers.
“What?” He fiercely whispered, “What is going on in that pretty little head of yours, Olivia?”
Her face grew serious as she pointed at the door. “You need to get rid of him and I don’t care how you do it,” she said, dropping the towel that she had wrapped around her to the floor, openly exposing herself to him once again. “Just do it now!“
Brody groaned. Having her standing in front of him in nothing but what the good Lord blessed her with was not helping his situation at all. Quite frankly, he was ready to say the hell with Seth; if he was so determined to stand at the door banging on it while screaming their names then he could listen to their shared cries of passion for all he cared.
She could sense his resolve weakening; and with a little more incentive, she would have him.
Slowly, Olivia stepped out of the towel that she had dropped on the floor. She did a slinky little pirouette while adding a little extra shaking in her booty to sweeten the offer she was giving him.
He licked at his suddenly paper dry lips, feeling as if his body was a raging inferno. All the times that he had imagined her, just like this, failed miserably in comparison to what he was seeing now. She was literally throwing herself at him and offering her and everything she had to him on a silver platter. How in the hell was he supposed to ignore that?
She brought her hands to her lips, keeping her eyes locked with his and seductively sucked on the tip of her finger before placing the most sensual of kisses on her palm. If that wasn’t enough to add to his misery, she lowered her hand and blew that same sensual kiss in Brody’s direction as an open invitation to him which only fueled the fire burning in his groin.
"He is you damn brother-in-law,” Brody whispered, “So why don’t you get rid of him." He was so sexually frustrated; he was having a heck of a time riding herd on his own temper.
Olivia enjoyed the teasing she was putting him through and softly chuckled, "If you want a piece of this, you will tell him." Enticing him further, she used her hands to trace her hour glass figure, starting just below her shoulders, traveling along the sides of her breast and all the way down until she had reached her hips. "So, what's it going to be Mr. O’Connor?"
Oh yeah, Olivia liked this. She felt a new kind of power as she mercilessly teased Brody; a raw feminine power that drew his eyes to her and only her. She could see the indecision warring in his eyes as he glanced back at the door. But when he turned back to her, the hunger for her was written all over that handsome face of his, not to mention certain other parts. She had him, and they both knew it.
Brody’s let his eyes roam from the top of her blond head all the way down to her hooker red painted toe nails. Seeing her like this, in this moment made a certain part of his male anatomy jump underneath the towel he had wrapped around him. He was standing at full attention like a soldier saluting a flag. Gah, she was killing him.
Gnashing his teeth together, he gestured towards the door. “How in the hell do you expect me to get rid of him?” He took a deep breath because the longer that he stood there, staring at Liv’s nude body, the more he struggling to find his voice. “He knows that we’re in here and from the way he is beating on that door, he isn’t going away until one of us shows our face.”
“Brody?! ......... Olivia?! I know that the two of you are in there and I’m not leaving until one of you opens this damn door.” Now, Olivia understood what her sister meant by his demanding demeanor; he really was the impatient type.
“Fine!” Brody snapped. “You take that sexy little butt of yours to the bedroom and I’ll get rid of him, but-“ he said, pinning her with his steely gaze, “You’re going to owe me big time.”
She smiled a victorious grin and turned her back to him. “You know where to come to collect you prize big boy.” As she sashayed off to the bed he rolled his eyes and shook his head. Yup, it’s official, she was going to kill him.
Seth used his fist to bang on the door. “Come on! Open up!” What about important did you two not understand? He finally managed to get a visual of the perp from the security tape at the store and he needed them to see it so that they could ID her. “I’m giving you guys to the count of three,” Seth warned. “If you don’t open the door, them I’m busting it down.” He sucked in a breath. “One…… Two…..;”
“What?!” Brody wrenched opening the door with much more force than necessary and glowered at Seth. He didn’t have a shirt on, his hair was rumpled and his jeans were left unbuttoned.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out what his sister-in-law and her husband had been doing and if it had been any other time, Seth would have had the good grace to feel sheepish about barging in on them. But, under the circumstances, he didn’t give a rat’s ass about what they were doing. They were newlyweds and had a lifetime to have all the crazy monkey sex they wanted.
Right now, he had a job to do and that was protecting Olivia. “I need you to come up to my room and take a look at something,” Seth told him gravely.
“Now?.....Right Now?" Brody challenged, not believing what he was hearing. The man standing in front of him was not only insistent, but he was also delusional if he thought he was leaving this room when he had a ready, willing and naked Olivia waiting for him in the bedroom.
“Yes, now!” He shot back. “I told you this was important. I have the video from the store on my lap top of Olivia’s stalker and I need you two to ID her so we can move forward and take out charges.”
Brody stiffened and knitted his brows together and shockingly replied. “Her?" Not believing what he had just heard he repeated to Seth. "Did you say her?”
“Yes, that’s what I said wasn’t it?” Seth snapped impatiently. “It’s most definitely a she and I have a feeling that when you see her, you’ll know her. From the security footage I’ve already seen, I think she may work at the courthouse.”
“Jesus.” Brody said as he ran his fingers through his mussed up hair and looked away from Seth. A female. It was a female that was after Olivia. He would have never, in his life, figured that it would have been a woman.
“Are you coming or what?” Seth insisted
“Yeah,” he answered taking a step back in the room, letting the information that Seth just shared with him sink in. “Um, yeah. Give me a minute to grab my shoes and a shirt and I’ll be right there.”
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“Hello there handsome.” She seductively smiled at the security guard. It was about time that he walked in here, she thought to herself. She had to sit alone for over an hour, nursing a rum and coke while he took his precious time, making his rounds. If it hadn’t been for the stun gun she spotted on his hip, she would be sorely tempted to take him out just because of all the waiting he made her do.
“Are you talking to me?” The Security guard said surprised that such a hot little number would even bother wasting her breath to talk to him. He was all too aware of his orange colored hair, his rash of freckles and the extra weight around his midsection. His own wife made it her life’s mission to point out his flaws on a daily basis.
“Of course you,” she said while batting her eyelashes. With practiced ease, she slid off the bar stool, taking care that her skirt rode up her thigh just enough to give him a view he wouldn't soon forget. She held out her hands in front of her, “Do you see anyone else around here that is as sexy as you?”
The security guard let out a strangled laugh. “Ma’am, I believe you’re confused. Sexy is the last word that I would use to describe myself.”
She sidled up against him, caressing his cheek. “No sir, I’m not the least bit confused at all.” She stood on her toes and nipped at his ear, smiling when he jerked. “I’ve always been a sucker for a man in uniform and baby, your uniform is making me hot.”
He almost choked on his words. “Is this…this a joke or something?” It had to be some kind of joke or he was dreaming because there is no way that this woman with legs that went a mile high would be coming on to him. No way in hell.
She let her hand slide down his chest and boldly groped his groin. “I promise you,” she smiled, “This is no joke. I do not joke around when it comes to a man in uniform. Will you walk me back to my room?"
He felt a cold sweat break out on his brow. He was a married man with four kids. It would be sinful to follow this woman to her room. But when he looked down at her and she flicked out that pink tongue of hers, licking along his jaw line. “Aww hell,” he mumbled. There was only so much any red blooded man could take. Because he was suddenly burning up, he undid the top button to his starched uniformed shirt and swallowed. “Lead the way.”
She kept her head up and made sure that her hips were moving from side to side while she sashayed towards the elevator. Just a few more minutes, she told herself, thinking about how disgusting the Security Guard tasted, let alone smelled. All she had to do was get him on the elevator and she would have what she wanted. They waited at the elevator door as she gripped her brick laden purse tightly with both hands, any minute now and she would be done with this awful smelling beast of a man.
The door opened and he gestured for her to go ahead of him. He followed her into the elevator and turned to the control board. “Okay,” he said excitedly, as the doors started to close. “Which floor?”
Swinging her purse around as hard as she could she flung it towards him hitting him square in the side of the head. "Your going to hell you sick little bastard," she sneered as he slumped unconsciously to the floor. “You’re going straight to hell.”
Reaching down, she grabbed the stun gun from his pants. She took the brick out of her purse and threw it at him. “People like you make me sick,” she said kicking his leg. Reaching over him, she pressed the floor where her destiny waited. It was time to go get her man.
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“Brody?” Olivia called out sitting up on the bed listening for a response. She got nothing, not even a whisper of a movement. “Brody?” She called out again, a little louder this time. She had been sitting here for a good ten minutes, waiting on him. Surely, he was able to get rid of Seth by now.
“Brody O’Conner, where are you?”
A knock at the door startled her. She scratched her head, confused and then it came to her. Brody must have locked himself outside when he was telling Seth to get lost.
“Coming,” she called back, getting off the bed and pulling the sheet around her. Since he made her wait so long, maybe she would just tell him to forget it, she had changed her mind. Who am I kidding, she chuckled to herself, I probably want it more than he does. He’d be lucky to make it through the door before I start stripping him myself.
She reached the door and grabbed the handle, pulling it open. “I hope you have great stamina-“ She stopped mid-sentence, surprised by who was standing there. “Patton? Patton Woodock? What are you doing here?”
Patton smiled and pulled the stun gun from behind her back. “I’m taking back what is mine,” she said as she aimed and pressed the button.
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