I wake up with a start, blinking fast to adjust to my surroundings. What in the fuck?

I grab the phone on my bedside table and read the time. It tells me close to noon and now I'm more confused than before. I fell asleep? But I slept yesterday. I can't even remember the last time I slept two days in a row.

I look beside me and find an empty spot. That wouldn't be unusual but this morning it is because I happened to fuck Olivia all night and very well remember falling asleep with her. Where is she? And why do I sound so wound up that she's not in bed beside me like some fucking chick? I scowl at myself. Apparently good pussy turns you into one.

I need a goddamn shower, pronto.

As I stand underneath the hot water, flashes of last night come to me. Why wouldn't they? Last night was fucking amazing. Fucking Olivia was everything I thought it would be and more. I say more because it wasn't just fucking or just lust. We've had months of that. Last night was different in a way I wasn't prepared for. It did something to me from the moment I sunk into her for the first time. Hell, Olivia's been working her way back into me since she came back to Boston but last night was the closing deal. As soon as her wet heat wrapped around me I was done for. So fucking done for. I was already addicted to every part of her and now I'm addicted to her pussy too. There isn't a part of her that doesn't goddamn own me and it freaked me the fuck out. What's more is she came after me, nothing but sincerity to make sure I was okay. She cared about me and that made me weak for her.

I'm aware that this is no longer physical. It hasn't been for a long time. There's all kinds of feelings involved and that includes feelings I've never experienced before. I'm bound to fuck up because it's in my nature but I'll be damned if I hurt her again. I've done enough. It's still fucking with me knowing the truth about what happened four years ago. I was so quick to assume she'd hooked up with someone else and my trust with her hasn't been the same since. It's something I need to fix among several other things and I will or I can expect to lose her. That's not fucking happening.

I wrap a towel around my waist when I'm done and head outside to the living room. Without meaning to I release a sigh of relief when my eyes land on Olivia sitting on my couch. In nothing but my t-shirt. Fuck, yeah.

As I get closer I finally notice her face is stricken with tears. What the fuck? I take a seat on the coffee table in front of her and grip her chin, turning her face to mine. My brows come together in question and she links her fingers with mine.

"I know," She says and that's when I realize she's on the phone. "I should have told you sooner but I didn't want to hurt you. I'm so sorry, Daddy."

Fuck. She's telling Uncle Cameron about being molested. My frown deepens as more tears slide down her cheeks and my thumb reaches out to wipe them away. I don't like seeing her cry. Fucking sucks. It's why every time I made her cry in the past I had to walk away before I fell to my knees or some shit. I've never been able to stomach her tears.

"Please don't cry," She sniffs. "And would you stop blaming yourself? You of all people know the blame only lies on the abuser. He's the one that did it and no one else."

Her words are for Uncle Cameron but her eyes stay trained on mine, telling me the same thing. She knows I haven't forgiven myself yet but I can't say I'm surprised.

"Mamá," She groans. "Not you too. Please, you guys. This is exactly what I was trying to avoid. I don't want either of you to be hurting over this."

She looks like she regrets the phone call altogether. I grab her free hand with mine and brush my thumb across her wrist. She looks down and back up at me and I nod, letting her know she can do this. She nods back and takes a deep breath.

"Of course I forgive you but there's nothing to forgive. We can do this all day but I'm not hanging up until both of you tell me you understand it wasn't your faults," Her tone is no-nonsense and I barely suppress a smile. So fucking bossy. She nods after a minute and looks pleased. "Good. And I promise we'll talk more when I come home next weekend. I just really needed to get it off my chest."

At the word her eyes fall to my bare one like she's finally noticing my lack of clothing. I raise a brow at her and tsk. Dirty girl. Her parents had no idea. She glares back like she can read my thoughts and I don't bother stopping my smirk. Fucking whatever.

"Okay. I love you too. Bye," She hangs up and blows out a breath, falling back against the couch. "Well, that sucked."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I hurt them, Lucas. I feel like an asshole."

"Couldn't be," I shake my head in all seriousness. "That's my job, remember?"

"Funny," She rolls her eyes. "I'm serious. That was hard."

"But you did it," I remind her.

Her mouth quirks up slightly. "But I did it."

"You feeling any better?"

"I think so. I know the conversation isn't done yet but at least they know. It's...relieving."

"Did you happen to mention I was dirtying you up all night? Would have been a great ice breaker."

She grabs a couch cushion and flings it at me. I catch it easily enough and set it down in time to find her shaking her head at me. "Yeah, until Dad would come down here just to strangle you to death. No thanks."

"Aw. You care."

"Fuck off," She laughs and I wink, getting up and crawling over her.

"Rather be fucking you," I murmur and my lips press into hers.

She kisses me back hungrily, her mouth opening for me and asking for more. I let my tongue slide against hers and the way she sighs softly immediately hardens my cock. Fuck, I love it when she makes those sweet sounds for me. Because of me. I couldn't get enough yesterday even after fucking her three times. Still haven't based on how my body is buzzing with impatience like some horny teenager.

"Mm-mm," She mumbles against my mouth and pulls back. She smiles at my answering scowl. "I need food. Get off."

"I was trying to," I mumble and she laughs again, pushing me away.

I stand and pull her up with me, smacking her ass as she strides past. The very ass I had the pleasure of spanking until her flesh went red with my handprint. She looks at me over her shoulder with a teasing glint in her eye, adding an extra sway to her hips. My cock twitches. And she calls me the devil.

I hop up on the counter as she gets to work cracking open a few eggs. She beats them with a fork, staring down at them as she asks, "How's Aunt Em?"

The reminder dampens on my good mood and I can feel myself becoming annoyed. It's instinct. At least until Olivia looks up at me with hopeful eyes and I have to shove my asshole-ness down. Fuck. I forgot how much work it is actually trusting someone. Been fucking years since I opened up to anyone and it feels like I'm going against my nature.

"She's doing good," I force the words out. I've been trying not to get my hopes up by not talking about it at all. But fuck if it doesn't feel good actually saying it out loud. "Real good. Tumour's been shrinking this whole month."

"Really?" Olivia breathes. I nod. "So...she could be heading into remission?"

"She's got an appointment this week that'll determine that. Partial remission is a huge possibility."

"Why didn't you say anything?" She asks and a huge smile stretches her face. My chest tightens at the sight.

"I don't want to get anyone's hopes up. Not Mom's, not mine. I know it's a shitty thought. I'm fucking proud of her but I don't want to lose grip on reality. Gonna hurt that much more when it falls apart."

"If," She corrects softly. She moves to stand between my legs and hugs my torso. "It's all about mindset, Luc. Stop thinking about your mom's cancer as a when—when will it come back, when will we lose her. No more when's. If's."

"If's fuck with you."

"They also give you something to hope for when there's nothing left."

"I guess," I mutter.

"Give her your hope, Lucas," She places a kiss on my chest and I look down at her, swallowing hard. The fucking things she makes me feel. "Nothing else will mean more to her."

"Yeah," I clear my throat, feeling uncomfortable. That's enough heart-to-heart for me. "Kind of want my breakfast now."

She nods, pulling away. "Shouldn't take long to make the pancake batter. Chocolate chip, right?"

Fuck me, she remembered. It only makes me that much more gone for her. I hop off the counter and stalk up to her until she's forced to back up. I grab her by the waist and lift her onto one of the high stools. My hands glide up until I'm squeezing her breasts, those full mounds that fill my large hands and then some, and her eyes flutter while mine darken.

"That's cute but I have a different meal in mind." My grin is all kinds of wicked as I grab the front of her shirt and tug in opposite directions, ripping it apart. Buttons clatter everywhere and Olivia gasps in surprise.

"What the hell!" She admonishes. "Your shirt!"

"Don't need it," I tell her evenly and slide the tattered material off her shoulders. I eye her naked body with unfiltered lust. Fuck, she has the most perfect body. Tight and curvy and made for me. My pale hands are a stark contrast against her olive skin and I groan deep in my throat at the sight of her pussy as my thumbs open her up. "This, I need."

"Luc—" Her words are cut short when my tongue slips between her folds and the taste of her fills me. Heaven. Right here. I'm convinced of it. My needy growl clashes with her pleased moan as I suck her into my mouth, her hot flesh sliding over my lips in the dirtiest way. Her legs open wider for me and I bury my face as deep as it can go, her wetness spreading over my mouth and nose. She's soaked for me. Always so ready for me.

My hands slide under her to grab her ass and a deep rumble of approval escapes the back of my throat at all the flesh filling my hands. Fuck, I'm obsessed with her ass. I'm obsessed with everything about her and my movements become greedier at the thought. Her breathless cries float to my ears and I mentally memorize every one of of them, keeping them tucked away knowing damn well they belong to me only. My cock only grows harder at the possessiveness I feel. This girl is so fucking mine.

The sound of my phone ringing jolts both of us and we move apart, eyes going to my cell on the counter.

"Ignore it," I command.

"It's Zack," Her breathless voice tells me and she reaches out to grab it. "He called you twice earlier. You should answer."

"Fuck," I grumble and take the phone from her. She tries to move off the stool but I stop her with a hand on her waist and raise a brow. "I can multitask, you know?"

"No," Her eyes flash with warning but I'm not deterred. I cup her pussy and her eyes squeeze shut, her hands grabbing the counter behind her. She won't move. I know she won't.

"Make it fast," I say by way of answer. My middle finger runs down Olivia's centre and she bites her lips, her expression pained. "I'm in the middle of something."

"I need to get my shit," Zack huffs. "Tried to come home last night but I heard too much I didn't need to know."

"Oops," I deadpan and put my finger inside Olivia. I immediately add another one and her mouth falls open but she doesn't make a sound. She's trying hard to stay quiet and that only makes me want to ruin her efforts, make her loud as hell. I don't give a fuck who hears. "You can stop by in another hour."

"Can't I come now?"

"You could," I drop my head and capture Olivia's clit between my teeth. Her thighs tremble beside me when I bite, her hands gripping my hair deathly tight when I flick the swollen bud. "But then you'd be getting an eyeful of my tongue all over Olivia's pussy so it's your call."

"Lucas!" Olivia looks down at me incredulously. I chuckle.

"Disgusting," Zack grumbles. "I liked you two better when you hated each other. Fine. I'll be there in an hour."

"Mhmm," I mumble. My mouth is too busy kissing the inside of Olivia's folds and she's too preoccupied rocking herself against my face to remember that she's supposedly mad. "Where'd you stay the night?"

"Some place," He answers vaguely.

"Sure." I pump two fingers in and out of Olivia's entrance and she squirms, pressing her lips tighter together. "You mean Rowan's place."

"Who's Rowan?" Olivia asks breathlessly.

"Shut it, Cage," Zack snaps.

"On it." My fingers slide out of her and my tongue immediately replaces their spot. I hum in the back of my throat in victory when a moan finally tears out of Olivia. Knew it would.

"What the fuck? You couldn't wait until I got off call?" I can hear his irritated scowl. "You fucking owe me, asshole."

I hang up without saying anything in return seeing as my mouth is preoccupied. But now that it's just us again I'm hit the with the urge to fuck her so I pull away and wipe the back of my mouth, lifting her from her armpits and setting her down again. Olivia looks at me in question until I spin her around and bend her over the stool, lifting one of her legs and putting it on the stool beside her to open her up to me. I drop my towel then enter her with one swift thrust and I groan, the sensation of her heat gripping me tight completely undoing me. I wrap her hair around my fist at the same time as I pull out, yanking her head back and slamming back into her all at once. Olivia cries out and clenches around me.

"Lucas," She whimpers. I let go of her hair to slide my hand to the front of her throat and grab it, fingers digging into the column of her neck. Then I start fucking her mercilessly, my cock pounding in and out of her with fast and hard strokes. The stool is barely able to hold the force of our fucking and it rattles noisily. But it's barely audible over the sound of our skin slapping together, her back sticking to my chest as I lean over her. Her arm winds up to wrap around my neck and she turns her head, lips connecting with mine.

"Yes," She chants into my mouth when I pick up the speed. I fuck her harder, deeper, and she moans. "Oh, just like that."

Fuck, how can she feel so good? She feels better than all the times I fucked her before. Her bare heat envelopes me and—

Shit.

Shit. Bare.

"What's wrong?" Olivia pants when I suddenly freeze.

"I didn't put a condom on," I sound as stunned as I feel.

I never forget condoms. Never. I can't afford to, being who I am. The number one talk Dad gave me when I became sexually active was that I couldn't impregnate another woman, especially because most women would want nothing but money and a lawsuit from a situation like that. I've followed that rule to a fucking T and this is the first time I've fucked up. I know it's different with Olivia because she's in the family and wouldn't sue me for money when she has just as much as I do but that's not the point. The point is I forget every damn rule and moral I have when it comes to her because she makes me so fucking reckless. She makes me different.

"I'm on birth control," She finally says when neither of us move. "I'm clean."

"Me too," I tell her honestly. The first thing I did after I stopped fucking Maya was get myself tested. The second thing I did was go celibate for Olivia. Like I said, she makes me fucking different. I look down at her now, my breaths straining from the effort of holding myself back. My cock is in goddamn pain from being wrapped in her pussy and not doing a single fucking thing like it aches to. "We good? Should I grab a condom?"

She licks her lips and peers at me over her shoulder, a hint of vulnerability in her eyes. "We can keep going."

My balls tighten from pure fucking excitement. I've never fucked a woman bare. It's only fitting that I break that rule for Olivia. Why the fuck not? I've already broken the rest of them.

"Thank fuck," I groan and slam back into her.

She cries out, hands blindly reaching for the counter to steady herself. I doubt that tiny stool is going to hold us up much longer so I pull out of her before straightening her body up. I angle her to bend over again but this time facing the counter and she grabs the edges. I reach down to spread her legs apart and line her hips up with mine. They connect once again when I sink into her pussy and it grips me tightly like she can't get enough. Well, neither can I.

My cock drills into her with rough thrusts that Olivia takes, her moans growing increasingly louder. I eye her body and feel like a madman at how undone she makes me feel. My eyes can't get enough of the way her ass jiggles each time I pound into her, or the slender arch of her back as she begs for as much of me as she can take. My hands on her hips tighten, my movements going fast enough to finish us off.

"Oh, God." Olivia's high-pitched cry is a sure tell she's going to come. "Please."

"Please what?" I taunt, slowing down my strokes on purpose. I hear her frustrated growl and barely hold back a smile.

"What the hell?" She glares at me over her shoulder.

I feel my eyes glint as I bring my hand to the front of her body, my fingers immediately seeking out her clit. She sucks in an audible breath while I rub circles around it teasingly.

"You know I like begging," I pinch her clit and her entire body shudders. "Tell me what I want to hear."

"Mierda," Her tone is frustrated but it only makes me harder for her. Olivia cussing in bed, in Spanish, is a definite fucking win for me. "Please make me come, Lucas."

I pull out her and spin her around. She gasps when I poise the tip of my cock at her entrance and rub there dauntingly. I lean down to speak against her lips.

"You're going to scream my name loud enough for this whole floor to hear," I order. "You can come if you do that."

Her chest heaves, tits rising and falling heavily and the peaks of her nipples straining. Her eyes glaze over and she nods dutifully at my words. Pleased, I lift her up by the waist and sink her down on my cock in one smooth motion. Her head falls back in ecstasy and I suck on her neck, my hands squeezing into her ass as I drill upwards and fuck her like our lives depend on it. Her pussy pulses in warning right before it squeezes the hell out of my dick as her orgasm hits her.

"Lucas!" Her scream is deafening and my lips curls in approval. She's even louder than I wanted her to be.

"Fuck, Livvy," I grunt and I'm right there behind her, jerking into her body as I fall apart.

A burst of electricity zips up my spine and makes me so goddamn weak I sink right to the floor. I hold onto her tightly as my tremors wrack through me and she buries her face in my neck, her own body convulsing. It's minutes, fucking minutes, before we finally go limp against each other and try like hell to catch our breaths. Neither of us makes any effort to move or stand up. It should make me feel uncomfortable or annoyed but I don't feel any of that shit. I feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be.

There's a loud crash that startles both of us and I instinctively cover Olivia's body with mine when she yelps in alarm. What the fuck? My eyes land on the stool we were fucking on when I notice it on the floor. The hell is it doing there? The cushion came off the pole, the whole damn thing separated into two. My brows go up, semi-impressed.

"We broke the stool," Olivia sounds horrified.

"Sure did," I deadpan.

"Lucas!" She smacks my arm. "We're going to have to pay for that."

"Fucking whatever," I mumble and bring her face back to my neck, holding her there with one hand so she can't see my smile. I'll pay whatever the hell I have to pay. It was worth it.

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A/N

These two are killing me. They are absolute flames and I'm falling for them so hard! And the way Lucas is so obviously head over heels for Olivia? Swoon.

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