I dream of Mom.

That's no surprise. I don't sleep as often as I should—though I used to sleep a lot fucking less—but when I do, I always see Mom in my dreams.

It's like a goddamn reward for actually getting my mind to shut off and it's the reason I work so fucking hard to sleep every day. I sleep every other day but it's better than two years ago, when sleep was like a dirty mistress that only came around twice a week to fuck me and leave me wanting more.

I shake the thought off immediately. My girlfriend is fucking psychotic. If I even think the word mistress she'll sense that shit and hold a knife to my throat faster than I can blink.

Speak of the firecracker, I look beside me and a frown pulls at my lips at the sight of an empty bed. She's supposed to be there. I fucked her long and hard last night and there's an indent of her body practically tattooed on the mattress. That was my doing, fuck you very much. Fucking nothing beats missionary, pinning Olivia underneath me and watching her fall apart at my will.

My cock stirs from all the flashbacks and I throw the covers off so I can get the guy home. Livvy's pussy—that's his home. It's only fitting since he's taken up permanent residency in there ever since we moved in together.

I find her leaning against the kitchen counter and going through our mail. She glances up at the sound of my feet padding against the hardwood floor and snorts when she discovers I'm naked.

"That's not a very nice reaction," I drawl, my voice raspy and deep with sleep.

"What would you consider a nice reaction?" She tosses back without taking her eyes off the mail.

"Something along the lines of both of your knees on the floor."

"Uh-huh. And if I say no?"

"Then it'll be me on my knees with my tongue inside your pussy. And Livvy? I won't let you finish."

She finally brings her eyes up again, this time narrowed. I crook an eyebrow back. Yeah, she's psychotic but it's super fucking hot when she's pissed at me. That makes me as crazy as her but fucking whatever.

She crosses her arms. Her tits push up against her thin t-shirt and I watch them bounce as she walks over to me. She doesn't stop until they're crushing my chest and I groan.

"You might be the biggest asshole on the planet," she starts in a sultry voice, going up on her tiptoes to get closer. I bend down the rest of the way for her since I'm a whole foot taller. "But you always make sure I finish. Multiple times. Stop lying to yourself, you freaking devil."

"Prove me a liar then," I growl and, because I'm such a fucking gentleman, I hold true to my promise and go down to my knees. I grab the thin bands of Olivia's pink underwear and yank them down her legs. My tongue slides between her folds a second later.

Olivia moans and her fingers inch into my hair. I can feel her nails claw at my scalp. "You're so fucking impatient. I was going to shave this morning."

"Yeah, because I give a flying fuck," I mutter and go back to tasting her. Fucking told her she doesn't need to waste all her goddamn time shaving. I don't need her pussy looking like a ten-year-old's.

She moans again when I push two fingers into her. Her pussy takes them immediately and locks them in place. So fucking tight. So fucking wet. My grunt of approval is muffled when Livvy starts rocking her hips into my face. My tongue darts out in second-intervals to drink her the fuck up and my fingers don't break their pace inside of her. The pads of them curl onto that piece of engorged flesh and hit her G-spot. Her thighs clamp around my ears and that won't fucking do because I need to hear the sexy sounds she's making, sounds that I'm responsible for.

"Get down here," I order even though I pull her down before she can do it herself.

I give her a little shove toward the floor but am careful to keep a hand on the back of her head so she doesn't knock it. Then I grab her thighs and yank them apart so I can dig my face back into her pussy which is now completely spread for me. Olivia gasps in shock at the hard and quick movements I've pinned her with. I'm impatient as fuck and it's a trait I have no fucking interest in fixing.

"Luc!" She cries. Her back arches and one of her hands slides to the back of my neck to tug me closer. "Oh! Just like that."

"I know," I murmur against her. What? I can't help being an asshole.

Olivia laughs softly but it quickly morphs into another moan when I bite her clit. A sharp nip of my teeth that makes her grab a handful of hair at the back of my head when her body lifts suddenly. The sting of pain was probably a shock but Livvy likes when I fuck her hard enough to hurt her. Sadistic as it sounds, we know how to hurt each other real good.

There's only one thing I'm better at than hurting Livvy—fucking her. Working her body so hard she forgets all the pain I've ever caused her because she's too busy feeling the good. Nobody can hurt her like me. Nobody can love her like me.

"Time to let go, baby." I work my hand faster inside of her, panting. "Soak my fingers."

Her body tremors harder at my words. I suck her clit into my mouth and then she tightens everywhere. "Shit!"

She jerks against our cold kitchen floor as I refuse to let up. Still licking her folds, still using my fingers to work her orgasm out of her. Her wetness trickles down to my palm, she comes so fucking hard. I slide my hand out and push my fingers into her mouth, while my tongue pushes into her entrance to get as much of her as possible while she finishes. I groan at her taste and the way I feel her sucking my fingers dutifully.

"You're so goddamn sweet," I say under my breath.

She sucks on my fingers harder and then I feel her lips form a smile around them. "I know."

I chuckle against her, my tongue stroking her lazily now. I'm only an asshole because Olivia gives it back to me just as good. It's sexy to a fault.

When she's panting from the aftermath of her orgasm I finally lift my head for air. I brace my palms beside her body and look over her to watch. My eyes greedily roam her face. Flushed cheeks, hooded and sleepy eyes, swollen lips that are glistening from her own wetness. All for me. Because of me.

"Why the fuck are you so gorgeous?" I whisper and lean down to take her lips.

She smiles into my mouth and kisses me back. I meant for it to be sweet—as sweet as someone like me can be anyway—but Olivia has other plans. In a flash I'm the one on my back this time as Olivia straddles me. She's leaned over me and kisses me with dirty swipes of her tongue coaxing the seam of my lips until I open up her for her. Our tongues meet and Olivia sucks mine into her mouth, bunching my hair between her fingers and tugging hard.

My hands slide from her hips to her ass and I push her forward, groaning when her soaked pussy rubs along my dick. I move her up and down and Olivia meets me halfway by pushing her hips down harder on me. Our centres grind, bare and slick, and I'm fucking losing it. If she doesn't take me inside of her right the fuck now, I'm going to finish before we can start.

"Livvy," I snap when I angle my hips upward and she moves away instead.

"Baby," she purrs back. She slides up until my tip hits her entrance and then moves away again. I growl. What the fuck did I say? Psychotic. She laughs at my obvious anger. "Sometimes I like being the mean one."

I slap her ass. Hard. She gasps lightly but her eyes come alight. "Every second I'm not in you is another time you get spanked."

"Threats are supposed to scare me," she taunts in my ear, in that husky voice of hers that makes me so fucking insane.

My palm meets her ass harder than the last time and she moans. "You're fucking filthy."

"You fucking like it."

I laugh because fuck if she isn't right.

"Fine." I lock my hands behind my head and watch her through heavy-lidded eyes. "Be my filthy girl and show me what you got."

Her perfect lips curl up into a seductive smile that makes my cock jump. "Always, mi amor."

She lifts her hips and then sinks down on me in one smooth motion. A guttural groan crawls up my throat and shoots past my lips before I can stop it. Fuck, she isn't messing around. She knows just how to make me insane and right now, she's pulling out all of the fucking stops. I fucking swear my eyes roll to the back of my head.

She moves slowly at first, just a slow up and down motion of her hips lifting and connecting with mine again. I can feel her purposely squeezing her pussy tighter and sucking me in. A low gasp chokes out of me at the sensation. I can't tell if my dick is pain or pleasure or both.

"Fuck," I snarl when my balls tighten. I'm already closer than I thought I'd be. "You goddamn nightmare."

Her husky laughs travels to my ears. A moment later I feel her body come over mine when her tits crush against my chest. Our slicked skin sticks and I open my eyes. They connect with her stormy grey ones that are staring back at me with so much fucking mischief. She knows exactly how gone for her I am. She knows I'd do fucking anything for her if she asked.

Our eyes stay locked as she rides me faster. Bounces in my lap to the point of insanity. Her parted mouth releases a gust of air every time she sinks down on me. It's such a fucking tease I can't help but lift my head to crush my lips to hers. She moans into my mouth when our tongues connect and tangle. I kiss her as dirty as she fucks me.

"Luc," she cries breathlessly. "God, you better be as close as I am."

"Don't worry, baby," I murmur and start sucking her neck. "I'll fucking fill you up."

In a flash I turn us over so that she's pinned beneath me.

"You asshole," she groans. It transforms into another cry when I wrap my lips around her nipple and suck. "Why did I think you'd let me have control the entire time?"

I bite her nipple lightly and she yelps, fingers digging into my scalp. "You had your fun, Livvy. But don't ever forget who's in charge."

I kiss my way back up her body and rest my forehead on hers, grabbing her throat to make sure she keeps looking at me. Then I push my hips up violently to force her legs apart and start pounding into her. Her body lifts from the force of my fucks, hard and deliberate but at the steady pace she needs to come.

"Yes," she chants. "Yes. Oh fuck, yes, Lucas."

My fingers tighten around the column of her neck and I growl into her mouth, "Tell me you love me."

"I love you," she says immediately. Her nails drag down my back and her hips lift in tune with mine. "You know I do. So fucking much."

I bite down on her bottom lip and drag it out. My words are spoken with harsh whispers. "I fucking love you. I fucking worship you, baby. God. My fucking firecracker."

"Luc!" She shatters underneath me, head thrown back and out trembling.

The way her pussy squeezes my cock over and over again undoes me just as fast and then I'm coming. I jerk my hips into hers as my body stiffens and tightens from the force of my climax. I feel like I'm being fucking electrocuted from every inch of my body. The shocks of pleasure that course through me make me shake like a fucking leaf.

"Take it," I encourage breathlessly while she still contracts around me. "Take my dick, Olivia. Show me how it makes you come."

Her body shivers again and I feel the inside of her pulse uncontrollably. I look down where our bodies are joined and groan at the sight of me sliding in and out of her. She made my cock so fucking wet, so fucking slick, if I wasn't holding her against me I'd probably slide right out.

She finishes first, her body finally losing its tension and going limp underneath me. I pump into her a few more times while the last of me empties out. She kisses the underside of my jaw, my neck, the spot over my racing heart, and keeps her lips there until my body sags in relief too. Only then do I grab the back of her neck and tilt her face up to mine so that our mouths meet. I kiss her slow and good, savouring the taste of her. I'm fucking addicted.

"Luc." She pushes against my chest until I release her mouth. I pull back to look at her. "I found an interesting letter in our mail today."

Fuck.

"You weren't supposed to see that," I groan. Figures that the stupid fucking letter came in on the one day I actually fall asleep and Olivia is awake before me. "Get dressed and let's talk about it."

Her mouth quirks in a laugh that she holds back and I know why.

Even though we've been together for two years she still finds it impressive that I don't keep my shit in and actually communicate with her. I used to dick around a lot and constantly assume the worst. I've come a long fucking way and Livvy always busts my balls about it. She's lucky I'm so fucking soft for her and uses that shit to her advantage. I may know how to hurt her good but I'd fucking die before I willingly did it again. I've caused her too much hurt in this lifetime already.

We take our fuck-fest to the shower to wash off. I take the liberty of cleaning her up myself but only so I can slip my hand between her legs and get her off a third time. She's right—asshole or not, Livvy better get off a hell of a lot more than me. I'm convinced it's the constant orgasms that make her put up with my shit so that's not about to stop anytime soon.

Then I wash her off for real and put her in one of my t-shirts. I prefer her in a constant state of naked but when she insists on wearing clothes, they're my clothes or nothing at all. I may have changed in some ways but my need to be a possessive dick is not one of them. Fucking whatever.

We get to the kitchen and she grabs the letter in question before sliding it along the counter to me. She raises a "start talking" brow while she makes breakfast. Chocolate chip pancakes. I suppress a smile. I'm fucking marrying her one of these days.

"I applied," I deadpan and get comfortable on the island stool. Might as well call it like it is.

"Why?" She counters a little impatiently. I know that because her fingers tap on the countertop. I can tell she's more confused than anything.

I pick up the letter and hold it in front of her. "Julliard, Olivia. It's your dream school and you fucking got in."

Her lips pinch together. "There's a reason I told you I didn't want to apply, Lucas. It's not worth going to. We have a life together here in Boston. I'm not up and moving to New York and you know you can't come with me because you're running your firm."

"For now. I went over expenses with Zack and we have enough to open another location. If we open one in New York, then I can be there with you."

"Just like that?" She raises a skeptical brow.

"Obviously not right away. It's going to be another year before my dad signs his shares to me and I become part-owner. After that I'll be a partner of HC holdings and then I'll run the New York firm while Zack runs the Boston firm."

Her face is still furrowed in worry. She turns around and focuses on the pancakes instead, flipping and plating them. I watch her quietly. She can fight me on this all she wants. For the last two years she's done everything to make sure I could bring HC Holdings—my architecture firm I created with Zack—to life. I'm even back at school and getting a degree in architectural study so I have some knowledge in what the fuck I'm doing. She supported all that shit and more. When will it be her turn?

"Your whole life is here, Lucas." She sets my plate down in front of me then goes back to the stove. I can see how tense her shoulders are. "Your family needs you. Your dad needs you. We can't just move to New York."

"It'll be three years only. The first year I'll spend in Boston until I can sign on as partner. Then I'll come to New York until you finish your program."

When the pancakes are done and she can't keep avoiding me, she sits down across from me but still refuses to meet my eyes. I reach across the island so I can grasp her chin and lift it up.

"You got in," I emphasize softly. "I applied for you because I knew you would. You live for dancing, Livvy. You're miserable at BU getting an undergrad you don't give a shit about. Julliard is your dream and you fucking got in. Can you take a moment to be as proud of yourself as I am?"

Finally, goddamn finally, her mouth forms a smile. She grabs the letter and opens it up, eyes scanning the words. The happiness in her eyes is so clear. Fuck is she fighting this for?

"I really got in," she whispers. A small laugh tumbles out of her. "I can't believe they accepted me."

"Why?" I stand up so I can go around to her. She turns in her seat and I cup her face, forcing her to keep my stare. "You're too good to stay here and not do anything about your dancing. You join clubs but it's a fucking joke for your talent. You deserve to go to a school that will actually challenge you."

She licks her lips, searching my gaze. "But...then we'd have to do long distance for a year. And we'll be away from our families for three years. We have to consider that."

"And I have. Why the fuck can't we do long distance? I've never loved anyone but you and I lived with years of not having you. I'm pretty good at that shit. I can survive one more year."

"And our families?"

"They have each other. They've always had each other. And we're going to visit each other, of course. Grandpa has some major ties in New York. I still don't know what the fuck kind of shit he was caught up in but he ran that city. Mitch lives there too. Even there, we'll still have family."

I rub my thumb along the crease between her brows that still hasn't gone away. Her smile still looks a little defeated.

"But your dad...it doesn't feel right to leave him."

No, it doesn't. After we lost Mom he hasn't been the same. He's still Dad but he's quiet and more reserved than ever. He doesn't do more than coach at his gym and stay home. Most of the time my uncles have to force themselves into his place so Dad doesn't isolate himself. We've all been doing our best to take care of him for the past two years.

"I'll still be here with him for another year. I'll move back in with him. You'll be in New York anyway and I don't want to stay in an empty house. It'll be him and I for a solid year."

"And after that?"

"He has Lizzie and Landon. He has your dad. We'll make sure someone is with him all the time. And I'll visit Boston more often than you if Dad needs me. We'll make it work somehow."

Olivia groans and buries her face in my chest. I wrap my arms around her shoulders and hold her against me. "I feel so selfish. This is going to make everyone's life so hard."

"Life is hard, baby," I remind her softly. "You can do everything right and still lose it all. We both know better than anyone that nothing is promised. It's all the more reason to live for yourself. You've got to fucking do this, Livvy. Life doesn't wait for anyone."

"I know," she whispers. She lifts her head again and when she looks at me, there's unshed tears in her eyes. I wipe them away with my thumbs. "Will we be okay? Long-distance for a year?"

"I hate to break to you baby, but we've survived a lot worse. You're being dramatic right now."

She bursts out laughing and punches me in the gut. Hurt like a motherfucker but I take it because she's smiling. That's all I give a shit about.

"You're that confident, huh?"

"I survived losing my mom. I survived losing you all those years ago. I survived losing, Eli. Long-distance is a goddamn walk in the park. If I have you then I'm fucking okay. It's how I survived all of that in the first place."

Her face visibly softens and then she tilts her head up silently. I meet her the rest of the way when I bend my head down and press my mouth to hers. Yeah, I'm fucking nervous about all these changes. I don't feel as confident as I sound. But it's the right thing to do. All I care about is doing the right thing for the people I love. That's what Mom taught me and that's what I'll fucking do. I never want to stop making her proud.

"This is it?" Olivia whispers when we separate. "I'm going to Julliard?"

"You're going to fucking Julliard!" I wrap my arms around her waist and lift her up. She laughs and it sounds like my personal ticket to heaven. I kiss the shit out of her, bottling up that laugh and keeping it all for myself.

"Mmm," she mumbles against my lips and wrenches away. "One of these days you're going to give my dad a heart attack. First you got us this house and took me away and now you're sending me to New York."

That makes me smirk. Her dad really fucking hates me but he's stuck with me for life. He knows that as well as I do and I think he hates that most.

"Go tell him." I set her down and slap her ass. "He'll be really happy."

She kisses me one more time and grabs her phone, heading to our room for some privacy.

"I hope I did the right thing, Mom." I keep my voice low as I glance out the window, up at the sky. "It's for her, you know? You'll watch after Dad for me, won't you?"

I'm not sure why I asked. Of course she will. They're fucking soulmates. And Olivia is mine so, yeah...I know I did the right thing.

And I know we're going to be okay. Because after years of being the villain in her story, I'm going to do whatever it fucking takes to be her hero. To save her, just like she saved me.

THE END

(This chapter was meant to be an insight about how life goes on even after happily ever afters. I'd like to clarify there will be no sequel about these two despite what the content of this chapter was! Thanks for reading)