Oceans Submerged: Book Two, the Oceans Series (7 page)

“If everyone’s ready, we have one quick stop to make then it’s brunch with Sunshine at Bahama Breeze.”

My mouth instantly watered because the Caribbean soulful food they made there was delicious.

Law tightened his grip around my shoulders. “Come on Sunshine, let’s get you out of here.”

I looked around, taking in everyone and felt my heart go wild realizing Ocean was missing
.

Had he changed his mind, did he decide he didn’t want to stay here for me
?

As Layla and Unk turned around to walk through the hospitals double doors, Law whispered into my ear.

“Relax Sunshine, he’s waiting for you outside. Someone had to load your luggage.” He said playfully.

“Oh.” was my only response.

I guess my slow wobbling made Law even more impatient because without a warning, he scooped me up into his arms rushing me out of the hospital. What I saw waiting for us outside made me want to pinch both of his nipples off, if I had the use of both my hands.

In front of a parked black stretch limo stood Ocean, holding open the door for us. In front of the limo was Law’s humongous truck. Unk was in the passenger seat and Layla was in the back seat.

Law set me down in front of Ocean, placing me in his waiting arms.

Ocean pulled me in close. I turned to look at Law, who had a proud look on his face.

“No, I can’t get in that. It’s too much Law.”

He frowned down at me. “Don’t be such a buzz kill. You’ll thank me later. Get your crippled ass inside, we gotta go.”

My good arm came up to slap him, but he twisted out of reach running to his truck and I accidently knocked my injured elbow into Ocean. I hissed out loud trying to hold back the tears from the searing pain shooting up from my elbow to my shoulder blade. I let my head fall to Ocean’s shoulder to hide my face.

“Easy baby, come on.”

He gently scooped me off the ground, taking me into the massive limo. It was nice of course. I’ve never been in the inside of a limo before. I had a feeling this wasn’t going to be my last limo ride as long as Law was around.

Ocean swooped in, closing the car door behind him. The fancy neon lights inside the limo were dancing all over his skin and I felt like I was in a rave.

Today he looked more like Tom Hardy, hard, rugged, sexy, and sexier the more he brooded.

“What?” He asked as he settled in next to me.

“Nothing. Just can’t believe you let Law do this. I’m going to a rehab facility; it’s nothing to celebrate.” I knew I shouldn’t have said that, but too late, moving on.

Ocean dismissed my comment anyway. He leaned forward and pressed a button on the panel in front of the mini bar situated in the middle of the limo.

The little black protective window you see in movies slid down slowly and around turned the driver. I giggled to myself because he looked like Terry Crews, the actor from White Chicks.

“Sir.”

Ocean nodded at the man as he looked to him then to me and finally back to Ocean.

“Make sure you keep that up the whole ride chief.”

“Yes sir.” The window slowly made its way back up.

Once the black tinted window was back up in place, I felt the limo pull out and start to move. The slight movements and the sound of the tires gliding off the pavement had my head swimming.

“Shit!” I heard Ocean curse as he looked over at me.

He slid off the seat and positioned himself between my legs. He moved my bandaged arm so it wasn’t at a weird angle anymore. Grabbing my face in his hands, he looked me in the eyes. “Damn it Liv, why didn’t you take those pain pills. You can’t keep this up much longer. You’re pupils are freaking huge.”

I wanted to respond but my head was swimming from the motion of the ride. He gently laid my head back onto the headrest and I felt his lips on my neck. I moved my hand to run my fingers through his brown locks.

“Relax baby, deep breaths, in and out. You can do this.”

As the warmness of his breathe on my neck spread, I breathed in and out until all I felt was Ocean’s body and scent of him smothering me. His salty and spice smell that I loved and missed so much seeped into my nose and I inhaled it, storing it to memory so that I would never forget.

“That’s right baby relax.”

I felt his tongue on my neck and I sucked in air that resulted in an awkward slurping sound. He continued to kiss me, making his way up my neck, to my chin, and finally his lips found their way home on mine.

I opened my lips not looking for the tease of nips and licks. I wanted him to take what he wanted from me, take what he needed.

When my breathing was becoming too labored, he pulled back resting his lips on top of mine, staring me in the eyes.

“Liv, I’m going to miss you so much baby it hurts. It hurts knowing I won’t be there with you every day. It hurts that someone else will be there looking out for you, watching you, hearing you laugh and probably cry and throw tantrums when shit gets rough. Liv I can do that, I can be there for you. I want it to be me.”

I pushed my lips out to kiss him.

“It is you Ocean and it will always be you. Maybe not for the month that I’ll be away from you but before and after it’s been you and it will always be you.”

Chapter Twelve

Ocean

Fuck, I was making this a hundred times worse than it had to be but I couldn’t help it. Livie was my world. Ever since I saw her at Law’s house and called her Zena, I knew she was it for me.

“Am I Liv? You say that now but what if things change? What if when you come back to me I’m too far-gone? What if I fuck this up and do something that I can’t take back? You don’t know the person I was a year ago. I was strung out, drunk every day, screwing random chicks and all because I couldn’t deal with losing my sister. Now I feel like I’m losing you and I’m losing my heart all over again.”

She gripped my hair in her hand pulling at my roots and it felt good. “I don’t care Ocean, as long as you stay. I’ll fight for you, even when it hurts. I’ll still fight.”

I kissed her hard, needing to feel her body against mine. The sick feeling of losing her was getting stronger and I needed her body to calm me down.

“Liv.” I said in between sucking on her tongue and lip.

“Huh?”

I moved my hand up under her shorts and I felt her suck in her already tight stomach.

“Can I Liv? I need you.”

I knew she wasn’t in the best condition to get hammered in the back of a limo so I settled for the next best thing to calm the pain that was threatening to make me insane any second.

She nodded as her eyes widened when I started unbuttoning her shorts. She sucked her bottom lip in as she watched me.

I raised my head to kiss her, taking her lip back into my mouth. It was mine to suck and bite on, not hers. Carefully, I slid her shorts and panties down her legs being careful not to move her injured thigh too much. It seemed like when she was with me I could do anything to her and the pain did not bother her.

When I got them down to her knees, I slide a finger inside of her and the wetness and tightness I felt had me lightheaded for a minute. Her moans started out low but grew when I added a second finger. She braced herself with her good arm on the seat. I could tell she was trying not to ride my fingers but she wanted it and she was taking it regardless.

She raised her left leg up and placed her foot on the opposite bench seat, opening up wider for me.

When I felt her hand push my head down, I grinned as I looked into her sleepy eyes. “You want me to taste you baby?”

“Uh huh.”

I loved it when she was speechless.

Livie was mine and her pussy was all of mine. The first licks had her panting like she was in labor.

Damn I hoped that privacy window was sound proof.

I licked her harder and she got louder.

“Tell me Liv whose pussy this is because I need you to remember. Baby, whose is it?”

When she didn’t respond, I added a third finger as I sucked on her swollen nub.

“YOURS!”

She screamed as she came hard and instead of easing up, I jammed my fingers into her harder. Her eyes opened to stare down at me, moaning loudly, watching my fingers move in and out of her body.

“That’s right Livie. You belong to me; your mind, your heart, your soul, and especially this pussy. It’s mine Liv. You remember that. No one gets to taste you, fuck you, or make love to you except for me.”

She came a second time with a tear sliding down her right cheek. She yanked me up by the hair crushing her lips to mine searching for my tongue. She loved to suck on it after I ate her out.

I could have blown a load in my jeans from how needy she was reacting, but this shit wasn’t for me. This was for Liv, to remind her that I owned her and no one else would ever take what was Ocean Hawthorne’s.

Chapter Thirteen

Livie

It truly was amazing the effect that Ocean had on both my mind and body. I felt completely sedated sitting on the bench seat of the stretch limo in his arms after how he devoured me completely, given my condition.

The pain was still present and had by no means eased up but when he was holding me in his arms, my pain was always bearable. I knew the next three hours were going to be the hardest with Ocean. My only prayer was that Law had already come up with a plan to save him. The limo made a hard left turn and came to a stop.

I turned my head to look up at Ocean and he had his eyes closed as he held me in his arms. I would have assumed he fell asleep but the fast and uncontrolled beating of his heart against my back told me otherwise.

There was a light tap on the window and without opening his eyes, he reached over and flicked up the button to roll down the glass. As the window came down, Law bent over and took in the sight of Ocean holding me tightly and enveloped in his arms as my back lay on his chest.

I smiled shyly at him because he appeared at a loss for words. In a whispered tone he asked, “Uh…we’re here, you guys ready to eat?”

I put on a brave face and a wider smile for him as he winked at me. “Yeah, just give us a sec.” I said.

“No problem Sunshine. I’ll get a table ready.” He tapped the window with his knuckle again and Ocean pressed the button to roll the window back up.

I leaned my head back resting on his shoulder. I turned to face him, kissing his chin repeatedly. “You ready?”

I asked, knowing he was nowhere near ready to let me go.  

He shook his head to confirm my answer.

“Come on, it’ll be nice. Layla and your father are here. It’s going to be okay. Besides, I’m kind of looking forward to being around my new family.” I said, letting my words trail off into the still air around us.

He rubbed his cheek against mine as he spoke. “Is that how you really feel, or are you just trying to get me out of this limo because I don’t want to let you go?”

I bumped his cheek with mine and turned my head to give him a quick bite on the chin. “It’s exactly how I feel Ocean and you’re not letting me go…ever. Let’s go before Law jumps in here and drags us both out.”

“Asshole,” Ocean mumbled as he loosened his grip and wiggled out from behind me towards the limo door.

***

Walking into the restaurant, smelling the delicious aromas of Spanish and Caribbean foods blended beautifully together tore at that wound still bleeding from losing my daddy. I should have moved with him to New York, maybe he knew he was ill when he asked me but just didn’t want to admit it to me just yet.

My stomach churned and my chest constricted as I pictured seeing him sitting here with us in a perfectly tailored suit. I pictured his salt and pepper colored hair, strong cheekbones, and dimples that could make the Roman Empire rise and fall again.

“Dear, is there something wrong with your seat?” An elderly waitress asked me as she finished taking everyone’s drink order.

I knew why she was asking but didn’t want to really think about it.

“No, the seat is fine.” Ocean replied in a flat tone as he stared down at my bandaged arm.

“Oh uh…does it need to be cleaned because I can…”

Ocean looked up at the waitress with anger in his eyes. “The seats are fine! If you have a problem with her sitting on my lap just say it!”

My eyes bugged out and I instantly felt bad for the poor woman because her face turned red and clammy from Ocean’s backlash.

Law interrupted the awkward silence. “I’m sorry…” He looked at her nametag. “Rosanna…what he meant to say was that she’s too small for the seat but doesn’t quite fit into a booster seat anymore.”

He gave her a wink and she nervously smiled back. She looked at me then down to my injured arm that was tucked between my body and Ocean’s.

“I’m sorry dear, what would like for your beverage?”

“A lemon water please.”

“Of course.” She turned with a worried look on her face to get our drinks.

Ocean turned his eyes back down to my arm while Law and his father stared daggers into him. Layla was trying to look preoccupied, but she looked just as troubled by Ocean’s behavior.