Confessions and Olivia (Olivia #2) (29 page)

He gives me that billion dollar
suggestive grin, then bites the side of his bottom lip. He knows this drives me wild for him. My ragged breathing gives me away.

“What have I got you into?” His eyes drift fr
om mine, down to my parted lips.

“You.” I breathe.

With that he grabs firm hold of my hand and runs to his car with me following behind to get out of the rain. He’s taking me somewhere?
And why couldn’t I find his god damn car.

He takes the keys from my hand and opens up his car. He climbs into the driving seat while I run around and slide into the passenger side. He wastes no time in pushing the leaver on his seat all the way back, then lowers the back rest. I quickly observe his intentions.
I’m excited.
Calvin hastily undoes his own jeans and pulls his white Calvin Klein’s down with them, past his knees. Watching him undress himself is hotter than when I undress him, and when he springs free my heart leaps into my mouth. It feels like I haven’t seen this part of him in so long, even though it’s only been a night.
And yes! I’ve missed it
.

“Take off your jeans.” It’s a command that sends my body into delirium. Every time he acts with assertiveness I melt into a frenzy.

I do as he says after peeling my eyes away from him. I pull my wet jeans off, feeling clumsy because Calvin did it with ease. I seem to be taking too long, even though I’m in as much of a rush as he is.

Now the bottom half of my body is exposed, were both naked from the waist down. I hear Calvin’s soft groan, the appreciative one he makes
while looking over my body. It’s the same sound that forces my pulse to race.

“Sit on top of me
, baby.” Calvin’s impatient tone is a desirable rasp, I can’t get enough.

I nod wide eyed and lustful and do as he s
ays. As I climb over the gear shift, he strokes my thighs with firmness, then his hands slide around to my backside taking a tight grip. It makes me whimper. I’m already wet
and he hasn’t even done anything yet
. He lays back onto the pushed back seat while I straddle him. The car has never seemed so confined, but right now I don’t care.

C
alvin holds the nape of my neck as he pulls me down to meet his mouth with raging hot need. He takes over my mouth with possessiveness and I give back as much as I’m receiving. Our lips crash into others with brutal erotic force. Our tongues swirl at a carnal, wanton pace while his expert fingers slide inside of me, taking me by surprise. I let out a high pitched moan, all the while I’m tugging at his hair feeling impassioned and intense built up emotions. He eagerly inserts his fingers inside of my wet state, bending them at my core while his palm brushes my pulsing bag of nerves with sweet pressure.

In and out his fingers deftly work me until I reach that place of intoxication. My body gives into him, coming apart. I push my lips into his, vising at his hair. My pelvis
involuntary pushes against his palm as I push myself through an orgasm of ecstasy.

Calvin’s deep gruff rumble is desirable. It turns him on immensely when he pleases me.
“Fuck. Turn around, Olivia.” His relentless breathing matches mine. I turn around with guidance of Calvin’s grasp on my hips. Now we're both facing the front windscreen. My back to his front. I lean forward taking hold of the steering wheel to balance myself. Calvin rubs his sweltering palms over my naked backside. “You have such a nice ass.” My body shivers under his touch and rasp spoken words. His hand’s move back up to take a guidance of my hips. “Ready baby?” I close my eyes, ready and waiting. “Yes.” I breathe impatiently. With that clarification he brings my hips straight down onto his waiting length. I cry out as soon as he stretches me open but I don’t move, I still, with him inside me, filling me and I want to savor it. Rolling my hips, I circle around him. I want to feel him buried within me. The sensation is driving us both crazy. Calvin digs his fingernails into my hips while I drop my head down on low cries, grasping on to the wheel. After treasuring that stretching, filling pleasure, I automatically begin to move. Up and down I pounce, gaining a fast, hard momentum. I pull up, then slam back into him and repeat. I’m holding onto the steering wheel for support while I continue to pound. I hear Calvin hissing and panting behind me while he rapidly bucks into me. Causing a deeper, more intense feeling, and oh so good. I close my eyes tight trying to absorb the pleasure instead of express it. Calvin is the complete opposite this time.

“Fuck,” he cur
ses as his fingers dig into my skin. He takes control pulling me down onto him harder, faster, causing my backside to slap against his thighs.

I didn’t realize how much I needed this. Of course I do, with everything going on around me I need this
moment of heaven to just forget. But now, it seems I can’t. My anxiety and hidden frustrations begin to pour out. I tighten my grip on the wheel and begin to take control. I slam into Calvin making him curse and gasp, this only prompts my need. I begin to crash down onto him harder and fiercer than I’ve ever been before. I push through gritted teeth needing this forceful-ness, craving the brutality and needing to let off steam.

“Olivia...Jesus.”
Calvin catches on to how I'm feeling and encourages it. “That’s it. Let it out baby.”

I cry ou
t and call Calvin’s name through monumental pleasure and extreme emotional pain. I’m on the brink of a primitive climax. Our bodies are on fire, sweating and sliding. My skin tingly from head to toe.

I cry out loudly while my body hits climax, honking the horn accidental but I push through, nothing is stopping m
e. My mind gets lost in the mix of an extensive climax filled with love, lust and heart-ache.

Calvin is not far behind, he takes a firm hold of my hips and forces me down onto him once
more, causing him to curse, calling my name louder than I’ve ever heard him. His body shaking through his orgasm. It forces me to slow down but I never wanted it to stop. As soon as open my eyes tears reluctantly fall and I start to weep. Calvin pulls himself up so his chest is against my back. “Olivia?” he asks his voice is raggedly breathless but worried. “I’m sorry.” I blubber. He quickly pushes me upwards pulling himself out of me. I ignore the stab of soreness as it somehow sooths me.

He quickly turns me around so he can pull me into him, cradling me in his lap. He holds my head against his chest while I cry silently. My body jerks, tears stream, but I don’t make noise.

“It’s Okay, baby. It’s
going to be Okay.”
I don’t see how it will ever be Okay.

Chapter Twenty Six*

Calvin carry’s me back inside the motel room after basking in painful silence in the car after our wild emotional sex. He places me down on to the bed. Ashton looks over towards me and smirks. “Jesus Olivia, you would have given Usain Bolt a run for his money just then. Anyway, where have you both been?” He studies both of us quickly, then his mouth curves splitting into a childish grin. “Oh, I get it, I get it. Mid-afternoon pit stop. Literally.” He bumps shoulders with Calvin teasing him.

I manage a small giggle at his comment b
ut Calvin doesn’t find it funny. “Shut up Ash, we're leaving. Olivia wants to go.”

As Ashton is about to ask why, we hear the loudest crash of lightning bolts, the flash brightening up the dark sky followed by roaring thunder. It’s safe to stay we all shit ourselves.

"Whoa, check that out!" Ashton whistles through his teeth as he pulls the curtain across to watch the weather out of the window. “You wanna drive in this?”

Calvin purses
his lips and turns to me. "You wana stay here another night and set off first thing tomorrow?"

Tomorrow!
I’m pissed but what I can do? Arguing will not budge these two. I quickly have two choices in mind, to do another Usain Bolt and go by myself or stay one more night? I’d rather us be safe inside then driving around in this rain.

I sigh exhaling my frustration and la
y back down on the bed mumbling. “What choice do I have?”

Calvin looks utterly apologetic, coming to sit next to me and kissing me on my forehead.

Another night in this dump, with the worst weather since I can remember. Great.

***

Next morning I wake up after the worst sleep
ever. After stretching my aching body, I climb out of bed lifeless. I need to get washed ready to get out of here. I don’t want to waste any more time.

I glance out of the dusty curtains, it’s still raining but it’s nowhere near as bad as last night.

Walking back past the bed, I look up at Calvin from the end of the bed. His gorgeous ice blue eyes are already open but they look tired. He pleasures me with one of his breath-taking billion-dollar smiles, but it’s lazily and so adorable.

"You been awake all night?" I ask concerned wrapping my arms around myself. It’s so god damn cold. He still looks gorgeous with a little more stubble than normal, messy but still beautiful golden hair and crumpled up clothes. "Most of, I’ve been watching you, making sure you’re alright. You’re my number one priority now. I can’t think of what my life would be like if anything happened to you Olivia. The pain you felt last night..." he closes his eyes to shake the thought away. I close my own eyes relishing in his words. I can’t thank him enough for being there for me. I’m hugely grateful for him and I’ve been acting such a grumpy bitch.

I glance a look over at Ashton who’s fast asleep on the armchair. His neck is awkwardly resting on the arm rest. I turn back and head for the bathroom to continue with my shower.

"You want me to join you?" Calvin calls climbing to the end of the bed. I think he’s expecting me to somehow do something silly if I’m alone. But saying that, I’d like him with me, not to have sex but just to have him near me.

"I’d like that."

He smiles fondly and stands to join me leading the way.

I climb into the shower followed by Calvin. The water finally comes out of the shower head after Calvin fiddling with it for some time. I have no clue how the both of us are actually fitting in this small space but we make it work. The warm water beating down on us both is heavenly.

Calvin squirts his body wash into his hands and lathers it up between his palms. Starting from my shoulders, he begins to massage me with the soap. His eyes watch on in soft lust as his adoring hands massage my naked
body. He does my neck, my arms and my stomach. Then kneels down and slowly circles his hands around my legs, then in between, forcing my head back on a low moan. He squirts some more body wash into his hands and focuses on my breasts this time. Rubbing his palms across them, gently kneading them.

I hold my hand out for him to pass me the body wash, so I can do the same to him, soaping and massaging him up, making sure I take my time.

We stand in the shower, not saying a word, just loving each other with our hands, now and again gazing into each other’s eyes.

When we’re done, he wraps us both up in his white towel, securing the edges around the back of my neck. I smile, loving the intimate flesh to flesh, body to body contact. He runs the tip of his nose along the ridge of mine then kisses me softly but his lips linger. He pulls away, looking down into my eyes and sighs resting his forehead against mine. “I love you Olivia. So, so much. I love telling you. I can’t believe I’m actually saying it. It’s a novelty for me.”

I smile, taking his head into between my palms while he holds the towel around me.

“I hope they novelty doesn’t wear off.”

“Baby, what do you take me for?” he smirks, knowing full well what he’s doing.

I chuckle at his smugness.
“In that case. I love you too.” I jump into his arms kissing him, giving him no choice but to let the towel drop.

I get dressed in one a Calvin’s blue shirts and tuck it into my only pair of jeans that aren’t soaked from the rain. Scraping my
wet hair back into a pony tail I stare at myself in the mirror. I look pale and so tired, like something has drained the life out of me
. Yes, I look like total shit.

"You still look perfect to me. As always."

I look up in to the mirror, seeing Calvin’s perfect reflection staring back at me.

"Don’t take the piss, and stop watching me like that. I’m not going to do something stupid. Cut it out." My tones a little more bitchy than I intended it to be and I regret it instantly. Calvin pu
rses his lips trying to ignore me but he shouldn’t have to put up with my rudeness.

"I’m sorry!" I say again, finding myself saying it more than ever. I’m angry with myself for being angry at the wrong person. I tur
n around tucking my arms under-neath Calvin’s and pull him into me so I can lay my head on his chest. He still smells of that intoxicating radiance.

"You don’t deserve for me to act like this. I don’t mean to take it out on you. I’m not the only one hurting from this and I’m acting so selfish."

Calvin holds me at arm’s length. His features visibly relaxing with understanding. "You’re going through a tough time Olivia. I don’t blame you, you can take it out on me, it’s only seems fair. I’m the one who got you into this shit. But if you feel that bad, you can take it out on me in a physical way, just like yesterday in my car." He smirks that devilish grin of his. I smack him playfully in his shoulder.
Maybe that’s not a bad idea.

"You two finished in there?" Ashton shouts from outside. I have no idea how long he’s been awake.

Calvin opens the door to him. "All yours, don’t take long. Olivia wants to leave.”

"Don’t worry so do I. I smell like a wet fish.” He flares his nostrils smelling under his arms self-consciously.

I laugh at Ashton’s comment. “Ashton, fish
are
wet!”

Calvin laughs along with me while Ashton has to think for a second making it even funnier. “You know what I meant!” He laughs after his confused thought. He gives me a reassuring smile and heads into the bathroom. I take this time to tell Calvin how much I ap
preciate what he’s doing for me as he dresses into a pair of gray jeans and a white pullover. I haven’t told him enough since we got here.

"Calvin I just want you to know how grateful I am for what you’re doing
for me. I mean, I no deep down it must be hard for you. You were on the path of ruining Mauricio," I look up at him and watch his jaw tighten when I mention his name, but he bends down to pull on his converse looking away from my eyes. I continue. “But yet here you are, with me and making sure I’m Okay when I’m the one who should be asking you if
you’re
Okay. I don’t want to put you in any kind of uncompromising position." He stands from tying his laces and brushes his hair with his hands and walks towards me. "Olivia, you’re not putting me in any position other than one I want to be in. I want to look after you. I love you and will do anything for you and if that means..." he sighs pulling me into him not finishing his sentence.

"If that’s means what?" I ask pulling away from him.

"Nothing, don’t worry any more, just know that I love you and everything will be alright in the end."

But when will the end come? I ignore my niggling thought and embrace him. The love I feel each and every day for Calvin is remarkable. I love him with everything I have, my mind body and soul and I wish I could give him more of me. The way he’s chose me, the way his protecting me and putting his own life at risk for me, it’s more than I could ever have asked for.

"Let’s go." Ashton claps his hands together coming out of the bathroom, picking up his overnight bag. He’s dressed in black ripped jeans a white tank top which shows his muscular tattooed arm, and he has a black leather jacket in his other hand.

“I never knew you had a tattoo?” I tell him before it’s even left my mind.

He frowns amused, glancing at his arm quickly. “What? Not even when you were ogling my half naked body the first time you saw me?”

I stare back at him stunned and a little embarrassed. I can actually feel my face turning like a beetroot. Oh yes, when I came face to face with him for the first time at Calvin’s, while he was dressed ‘almost’ modestly in a towel. Calvin smirks along with Ashton, knowing full well I’m embarrassed.

“Checking my brother out was you Olivia? I don’t think I like the sound of that.”

“I was not checking him out.” I shoot back a little too defensive, “I was simply thinking of what an obnoxious rude asshole he was.”

Calvin laughs out loud at my sass as Ashton makes an ‘ouch’ noise. “Below the belt Olivia, you’re hurting my feelings.” He teases acting wounded placing a hand across his heart.

While Calvin and Ashton get our things together, my phone starts ringing in my hand startling me. I didn’t realize how jumpy I’ve become.

"It’s Elise." I say out loud in joy. Calvin looks up concerned. "Don’t answer it!"

"What, why? It’s my sister." He looks over to Ashton then back to me about to say something but retreats, and nods in agreement. I a
nswer it anyway. “Elise!"

"Olivia! Where are you? Are you Okay? You’re not hurt?" she darts me a thousand questions all at one hundred miles an hour. It’s so good to hear her voice though.

"I’m Okay Elise, no I’m not hurt physically. I’m here with Calvin."

The sigh of relief in he
r voice brings tears to my eyes. "Your mom rang me in secret Liv’s. She’s being held somewhat against-her-will,” Tears stream down my face as my chest tightens at the devastated news. He’s holding her against her will? Why didn’t she just leave with me when I asked her too?

Elise continues stumped.
“She couldn’t tell me the full story but she wanted me to try and get hold of you. She’s desperate to see how you are. She can’t call your cell. I don’t know why and she told me to tell you how sorry she is,”

I slap my hand acro
ss my mouth to suppress my sobs. “I'm trying my best to get home but the earliest flight is tomorrow morning. Olivia, what the fuck is happening?" Elise never swears so I know she’s anxious. Calvin's eyes never leave mine, he’s worried about what’s being said down the phone. I turn away from his glare.

"Why can’t she call me?" I whimper.

"She said dad took her cell off her and unplugged the house phone. He left his cell home earlier and she called me on that it was the only chance she had. She said it was too risky calling you and she made me swear blind not to say anything. What the fuck has he done? I go away for a few days and everyone is acting crazy."

“Elise it’s such a mess." I stand up out of the chair leaving the room. I can’t sit in this room with all eyes on me. Calvin stands to object
. “You’re not leaving this room,” he points.

“Calvin, I’ll be right outside. Please.” I need privacy and by the look on his face I know he hates this. I plead with him and he sighs annoyed. “Only outside. Don’t wonder off.” He warns me.

I go outside closing the door behind me. It’s still raining but there is a small shelter outside the door to keep me dry. I rush my words trying to tell Elise what’s happening as fast as I can, realizing I probably am not making any sense.

“Mauricio killed Calvin’s parents Elise. I found out. I needed to get away from that house. I tried taking my mom with me but she wouldn’t leave with me, and now Calvin’s cell has been tracked
to try and find us so now we’re staying in a horrible motel to make sure there was no trouble at his grans. Where in hiding because Mauricio is hunting us."

Elise is trying to keep up with me. "Whoa, wait Olivia, slow down.
You’re telling me...my father…is the one responsible for Calvin’s parent’s murder?”

I wince almost thinking she’s not going to believe me, but my worry is cleared as she lashes out down the phone, “Are you fucking shitting me?" It’s almost a scream, “Oh my god, and he got away with this? How? I don’t know why the fuck I’m surprised, that man is a conniving evil bastard. Oh my god, Olivia...” she mo
ves the phone away from her ear and I hear her in the background cursing and throwing things around. I try to stay calm, waiting for her to come back to me.