Come Together (11 page)

“Where are you going?” he asked, reaching out to hold me back.

“Bathroom. Architect’s orders.”

He laughed lazily at his own rule of peeing after sex, as though he lacked the energy for anything more. He let me go and said, “Use the guest room, it’s closer.”

I couldn’t help but grin giddily as I passed through the room. I remembered our chaste night after my encounter with Mark Alvarez and how badly I’d wanted him to touch me through the t-shirt he’d given me.

I was fixing my hair when I heard voices. I grabbed the nearest towel and sneaked out of the room into the hallway. Peering around the corner, I almost dropped my towel when I saw Maria in the doorway.

CHAPTER 8

DRESSED IN A BODY-SKIMMING black dress that displayed ample cleavage and muscular brown legs, Maria oozed sexuality from where she stood in the doorway.

“Maria, I won’t say it again,” David was saying, his voice hard-edged. “We’re done.”

I watched as she blinked up at his towering frame. “But, David,” she replied in her buttery Latin accent, “I’ve been here years, waiting. I don’t deserve this. I deserve a real chance.”

He shifted on his feet. Jealousy reared in me as I watched her eyes drop to scan his naked torso until they rested on his boxer briefs.

“Waiting? For what?” he asked softly. “Things were casual; you knew that.”

“Not casual, David. I’m not clingy like the other girls, but I’m here when you need me, when you don’t want them anymore. But now you dump me like nothing? I’ve put in the time,
mi amor
. I deserve more.”

“More?”

“Let me make you happy. I want a ring.”

“A ring?” he barked. He looked over his shoulder suddenly, so I retreated behind the wall until he spoke again. “I was always upfront with you. How could you think that?”

“You and me, we make a perfect pair, David. We make sense together. You can’t tell me you never thought of it.”

“Listen, you have to – ”

“We have so much history. After three years you feel nothing? You cannot turn it off just like that.” She snapped her fingers, and there was silence. “I thought so,” she cooed, placing a hand on his naked shoulder.

My face flamed, and my heart pounded in my ears.
Does he still . . . ?
I backed away and into an end table.

David whipped around. “Olivia,” he said, and Maria’s mouth dropped when she saw me. He turned back to her. “We can discuss this another time, Maria, but do not come to the apartment again. Leave your keys with Gorman downstairs. Am I clear?” She began to protest, but he held up his hand. “Clear?”

She pursed her lips, obviously avoiding my daggered stare. “
Sí
.”

He closed the door in her face and stalked over to me.

“You didn’t tell her?” I cried, recoiling when he reached for me.

“I did, but she’s in denial or something. I told her it’s over.”

“When?”

“Just now,” he said like it was obvious, “when she came to the door.”

“Earlier you said you would call her.”

He sighed. “I’ve been with you the entire night. I haven’t had a chance to call her and furthermore, it’s not necessary. There’s nothing to end.”

“Sure about that? You can’t turn it off just like that!” I snarled, my fingers snapping in his face.

His face darkened, and he grabbed my wrist. “I’ll say this one last time,” he growled. “It’s
done
. You’re overreacting. She means nothing.”

I ripped my hand away. “That was nothing? Do you think I’m blind?” I asked, backing away. “How could you not have ended this after everything I gave up for you?” I ran to the nearest room and locked myself in it.

“Olivia,” David commanded, banging on the guest room door.

I flung myself onto the bed and buried my head in my hands.
Oh my God. Three years? Three years cannot be erased in a weekend . . . .
The thought brought a sob from my chest. How much power did she have over him? Could she get him back? Did he love her?

I could hear the fury in his voice as he called my name, jiggling the doorknob.

“Go away,” I cried. “I don’t want to see you.”

“Let me in.”

“No!”

“If I want to come in, a locked door isn’t going to stop me.”

My heart skipped, and I clutched the pillow to my chest. “Go away!” I yelled.

The door thumped with his weight once and then burst open with the second hit.

“Get out!” I screamed.

I scrambled to the headboard, but he grabbed my ankles and dragged me back. He leaped onto the bed, securing my hands on either side of my head. “Let go,” I demanded, wriggling under him. My towel began to slip and without the use of my hands, I couldn’t stop it before it fell open.

“Listen to me!” he yelled, his eyes darkening. “Stop squirming!”

“Make me!”

“Make you?” he growled. With lightning speed, he spread my legs with his knees and dropped his pelvis onto mine.

His grip loosened slightly, and I freed my hands, taking the opportunity to shove his unyielding chest.

“Think you can fight me off?” he asked coolly. He caught my wrists again, trapping them easily in one large hand. He moved them above my head and took my jaw in his other hand. His knees forced my legs open wider. “How about now?”

I bucked against him, suppressing a moan when my clit connected with his hardness. He released my face to reach beneath us and pull his underwear down. His erection fell heavy against my stomach.

“You want to fuck me, then fuck me,” I dared.

He thrust his crown against my stomach, trailing pre-cum over my skin while his hand reached between my legs to find me slick. He groaned and squeezed my wrists in his hand. “Your cunt’s so fucking wet,” he grated, his fingers slipping and sliding over me.

“It’s your semen,” I shot back. He groaned even louder and buried his face into my neck. I writhed beneath him, almost climaxing just from the thought of penetration.

“Tell me I’m the only one who’s come in you,” he begged in my ear.

“You’re the only one,” I breathed. I bucked my hips into him again, this time doing it over and over, moaning each time we connected.

“You don’t even need me to fuck you,” he said as my eyes closed blissfully.

I was close, just rubbing against him, but I wanted him inside me badly. “I need it,” I said with gritted teeth.

He pinned one of my thighs down against the mattress and pressed his head between my folds. “Say it,” he demanded.

“I want you, I want to come with you inside me.”

“You got it,” he said and pushed into me with one single, long drive. I cried out, squirming to adjust to the way he filled me, but he kept my hands firmly locked above me.

He sucked in a sharp breath, reared back, and surged into me again. Within two fast, hard thrusts I was coming around him in a vicious orgasm, calling out for him.

He pulled out suddenly and flipped me over onto my stomach. I felt his fingers opening me seconds before he
rammed into me from behind, a guttural noise escaping my throat as he did. I bit into the pillow and clutched the edge of the mattress as he began to fuck my already raw opening. His mouth dropped to my shoulder blade, sucking hard and pulling my skin between his teeth. I gasped and crossed my ankles. He responded with a muffled curse and bit down harder.

“You’re so tight,” he whimpered into my hair, and I clenched my muscles for him. “
Fuck
,” he called, his fists ripped at the bedding beside me as he came, draining himself into me.

He withdrew quickly and hauled my hips into the air. His fingers played in my overflowing slit, spreading his semen up and between my buttocks so that I tensed. I bit the inside of my cheek as he circled my anus. “Not finished with you yet,” he said. “You ever been fucked in the ass?”

I shook my head into the mattress.

He made a noise of pure lust. I braced myself, but his hand fell away and he fed his cock into me again with a loud groan. “God damn,” he rasped barely and began powering into me. He filled his need with me, aggressively showing me how much my body could take as he slammed into me, balls deep every time. His thrusts leveled me onto the bed and dutifully ground me against the mattress until another orgasm threatened.

“I can’t, it’s too much,” I whimpered.

“You can,” he said, unrelenting.

I gripped the bed with white knuckles and despite my protests, my body sang for him. One hand clasped over my shoulder and he continued fucking me, through my orgasm and after it, until he came vigorously again, filling me with his heat.

He crumpled onto my back, heaving, and buried his mouth into my neck. “It’s all for you,” he whispered hoarsely, his breath tickling my ear. His hands slid up my arms and settled over mine at the edge of the mattress. “You’re everything,” he said, repeating it as he unhooked my fingers and laced them with his. “Don’t shut me out, baby, I need you. I need this.”

The sheer sadness and need in his voice brought tears to my eyes that I didn’t have the energy to fight. My body was limp on the mattress as I shuddered underneath him, hiding my face in the pillow.

“Shh,” he said, stroking my hair with one hand. “I’m so sorry she came here. Forgive me.”

He kneeled back and kissed my shoulders tenderly. When I didn’t feel him anymore, and I could once again move, I turned over gingerly. He was breathing heavily with his back against the headboard, watching me with steepled knees. “It’s over. I swear, Olivia. I didn’t know she would come here. I didn’t know that all these years, she thought she would be the one. Please. Don’t leave.” The expression on his face was pained, and it killed me. I only wanted to kiss it away.

I pulled up onto my knees and climbed into his lap so I was straddling him. I was sore and swollen, and it was uncomfortable to sit against him, but I didn’t care; I wanted to be as close to him as possible. He answered with an all-consuming hug, clinging to me like a lifesaver.

“I know it’s complicated,” I said softly. “Everything is so complicated. But I need to know. Do you still love her?”

He drew back to look me in the face and exhaled a short laugh. “Love? What makes you think I love her?”

“After three years?”

“It was nothing, my sweet, sweet girl,” he said, holding me tighter. “I didn’t love her or any of them. If I’d known you thought that, I would have told you from the start that I didn’t love her.”

I sighed my desperation to believe him. “I’m sorry that I locked you out.”

“I’m sorry I was so rough with you. I’ve never been that out of control. You reduce me to a fucking animal.”

“I like it,” I said. “I like that you need me like I need you.”

He nudged my chin up with his nose and kissed the underside of my jaw.

“And I liked being restrained,” I added quietly, eyes up to the ceiling.

“I knew you would,” he murmured.

“How? I wouldn’t have thought so.”

“You want me to take control.”

“But I always like being in control.”

“Not wanting to give up control is not the same as wanting to be in control.”

I nodded, awed by his ability to pinpoint how I felt better than I could.

“You would tell me to stop if it was too much?” he asked.

“Yes,” I promised. “But it’s not.”

“You have to let go, and let me take over. I want it, and I’m not just talking about sex.”

I shuddered involuntarily. To agree would be so easy, but I forced myself to see the reality of what he was saying. Letting him take the reins and giving myself over to him was too tempting. It edged me closer to the brink of completely drowning in him. “I know you want to be gentle with Maria,” I said. “And I’m sorry if I’ve cost you a friend. But I’m terrified that suddenly you’ll change your mind and this will all go away. Terrified.”

“You have nothing to be afraid of.”

“You two have so much history – ”

“And what about Bill? Are you going to run back to him?”

I shook my head.

“We have to trust each other if this is going to work,” he said. “We both have history, but that’s all it is. History. We’re moving forward together.”

“Okay,” I agreed, feeling suddenly emotionally and physically drained.

He grinned. “I almost busted earlier when you said I was the first to come inside you.”

“I was saving that for the right moment.”

He squeezed his arms around me. “You’re the only one, too.”

I yawned. “Hmm?”

“You’re the only partner I’ve had without a condom.”

I blinked at him and cocked my head.

“Getting someone pregnant?” he continued. “Fuck no. I’ve got more sense than that. I couldn’t take that risk knowing it might one day affect my future family.”

“Not even Maria?”

“Especially Maria. She’d drain my bank account before the baby was even born.”

“But you did it with me,” I said.