Devil May Care: Boxed Set (33 page)

Rome

Though she was my new bride, I didn’t consummate things with Olivia that night—or morning or day or whatever—because we still had to drive. As far as we could for as long as we could. I needed to put some serious distance between myself and the Renegades before someone got a hold of Olivia again.

I was still shaken by what had happened to her while walking that night. How much worse it could have been.

It wasn’t a lie when I said I wanted to marry her because I’d gotten into this. The Renegades were after her because of me. That was unacceptable in my book. But it wasn’t the only reason I’d dragged her to that church and invited her to be mine until death do us part. Or until she demanded a divorce, but I was hoping to put that part off for a while.

No, it was actually her ex-boyfriend that gave me the idea of tying the knot. He was obsessed with her, that much was clear, and I was pretty sure at this point that he was dangerous, too. Maybe not in the same way the Renegades could be, but not far from it. I was pretty sure he would stalk her and pressure her and maybe even hurt her until he got his way or she turned up dead.

I wasn’t willing to let that happen.

This was my way of protecting her. If we were married for real, I could keep an eye on her
and
it would be much more permanent in Tom’s eyes. Whatever claim he felt he had on her, our being married would snuff out. Or at least I hoped it would.

That being said, I knew better than to tell Olivia all of that. It was pretty obvious that whatever else Tom had been, he’d been controlling to say the least. Olivia had taken a big step to try to distance herself from him and I could see how, in her eyes, my marrying her to protect her would be seen as the same type of controlling. It wasn’t, but I wasn’t sure that I could convince her of that.

So I’d leave it as all having to do with the Renegades until later. Much later.

***

We stopped once we hit California. Along the way Olivia didn’t say much, but drifted in and out of sleep. We listened to music, stopped at rest areas and gas stations, but otherwise remained fairly quiet. I thought maybe she was still in shock over being nearly raped the night before and married right after.

It was a lot to take in.

I drove for as long as I could, but eventually exhaustion hit me. I pulled over at a hotel, not the nicest, but definitely not the worst, and got us a room. It only had a single bed and I tried to tell myself it was to keep costs down.

It wasn’t.

We checked in and headed into the room. If Olivia had any issues with a single bed, she didn’t say anything about it. In fact, she dropped down onto it unceremoniously, completely dressed, and passed out. Though she’d napped on and off, the drive had exhausted her and the sleep hadn’t been any good. She was tired enough that I didn’t think she had it in her to contemplate much of anything beyond a bed that she could really crash out on.

I, however, despite being completely wore out, couldn’t seem to sleep. Instead, I found myself sitting in the chair facing the bed, watching her. She looked beautiful, just like that first night, and I considered how I’d gotten myself here.

Marriage.

If someone had told me even a week ago that I’d be married now, I would have laughed in their faces. It wasn’t something I had ever seen myself doing. Marriage was all about settling down with someone and I just never felt like I was the settling down type. I was a wild child, meant to be on the road, living life to the fullest.

Yet here I was, and while I told myself it was for her safety, I couldn’t help but feel like that wasn’t all of it.

Yes, a huge part of me took sick pleasure in knowing that I’d foiled her ex-boyfriend’s plans. A part of me liked the idea that I’d given him the proverbial kick in the nuts. And a part of my liked the idea that now that we were man and wife, Olivia was a lot more likely to sleep with me. Sex was a part of marriage after all, and even if she intended to end it as soon as we cleared all of this up, I had a feeling that she’d be up for a round with me.

All of that was why the idea of marriage wasn’t completely abhorrent to me…but there was something else, too. Something lingering deep in my primal subconscious that I couldn’t quite place. I didn’t know what it was, but it caused my body to react, stirring my arousal until I was lusting after Olivia’s sleeping body.

My mind started to go into scenarios. How would I seduce the delicious creature in my bed?

Oral,
I thought. Spreading her legs and sliding my tongue along her inner folds would likely go a long way towards making her want me. And not just a little bit, either. I thought I could get her interested in my tongue fucking her pretty easily, given our heavy petting session earlier. Some kissing, some fondling, and by the time my hands were gripping her breasts I’d have her skirt pushed up to her waist. By then, it would be easy to slide my tongue into her.

After making her come once, she’d be putty in my hands. All I’d have to do was undo my pants and show her my package. I was confident she’d beg for the rest.

My thoughts continued along this vein for a while, hours maybe, until I finally admitted that I needed to sleep, at least a little.

Not trusting myself to just lie there next to her, I nodded off on the couch to dreams of her curvy, luscious body sliding over mine.

Olivia

I didn’t even remember falling sleep. I crashed on the bed and that was it, I was out. When I woke up, I felt a little guilty though. It was clear that Rome had spent most of the time sleeping in the chair near the bed. I felt a little warm feeling in the pit of my stomach at the thought. Was it sweet that he’d let me have the bed to myself?

I thought so.

He was stretching, his shirt lifting to give me a glimpse of those hard, carved muscles of his abdomen. Swallowing hard, I told him in a quiet voice, “I’m going to get in the shower. Did you need the bathroom first?”

He shook his head. “No, go ahead. I’m going to see if I can’t find some breakfast.”

I nodded, then he left. I watched him go and when the door closed behind him, I stripped out of my clothing. Turning the shower on to a relatively hot setting, I stepped in and let the water wash away most of the tension that had been eating at my shoulders and muscles. By the time I got out I was clean, my hair was wet, and my skin was a little flushed.

Wrapping a towel around my body, I walked out of the bathroom to find my bag and some clothes. As soon as I entered the main portion of the room, I froze.

Rome stood there only a few feet from me. There was a bag of what looked to be pastries next to two cups of coffee sitting on the table beside him. His hair looked like he’d run his hands through it a dozen times and his eyes were a flashing, deep blue that looked like molten steel: too hot to handle.

My breath caught as I realized that the only thing between us were a few feet and my towel—a flimsy, flimsy thing.

He must have thought the same thing, because he crossed the room in a couple of quick strides until he was standing in front of me. I opened my mouth to say something—I couldn’t be sure what—but his covered mine before a single word escaped, and then I was drowning. I must have moaned into his kiss as he tried to drink me in, his tongue sliding against mine, exploring my open mouth. I thought it was a kiss that might last forever, but he broke it, leaving me gasping for air.

His lips moved from my mouth, but didn’t leave my body. They went to my neck, sliding against the hollow of my throat, his tongue leaving a wet trail in its wake. I was so focused on that appendage that I almost didn’t notice his hands as they went to my waist. At least not until I felt one of them find the edge of the towel and slip beneath it to slide against bare skin. His hand felt rough, but warm, trailing over my navel and dipping lower.

And lower.

When I felt his fingers spreading the folds of my nether lips, I gasped and realized just how wet I already was. He continued to tongue and kiss my neck, a complimentary feeling to his fingers as they slipped between my lips to find my warm, wet opening. I gasped when those fingers entered me. They were so much thicker than my own and I whimpered at the feeling of him.

My hands trembled as they clutched weakly at the ends of the towel, that grip the only thing keeping my body from being completely exposed to him. I clutched at it until he added the second and then the third finger to my body. When I cried out and arched my back, my hands released the towel. It fell, baring my blushing flesh to his eyes and his hands.

His movements froze when that happened. Suddenly his fingers were gone, leaving me panting and delirious with desire. I focused on him, trying to figure out why he’d stopped. Then I saw his hands undoing his belt—his shirt was already gone—and unzipping his jeans.

My heart pounded against my chest, my breathing grew shallow, and somewhere in the rational part of my mind, I knew this was a mistake.

This, whatever it was, wouldn’t last. But when he shoved his pants down, revealing his long, hard cock jutting out from between his legs, I knew that I wouldn’t stop him when he came to me. In fact, I was waiting with heightened anticipation for the moment when he would.

I didn’t have to wait long.

He came to me and grabbed me by the hips, lifting me up. Instinctually, my legs went to either side of him, wrapping around his trim, but solid waist. I felt the head of his member thump against my nether lips and instantly grew wetter. I couldn’t wait to have him inside me. He carried me to the bed and threw me down onto it, causing me to bounce as I fell to the bed spread eagle.

He came to me quickly, crawling on top of me, his hands going to my inner thighs to pull my legs farther apart. My breathing was heavy, desperate, and my core was already pulsing with need.

The wait, as short as it was, was killing me.

When he finally nestled himself between my long legs which were bent at the knee and held up in the air, I was all but whimpering in my need for him.

“Shhh, baby, I promise it’ll be good for you,” he told me in a voice that was hoarse with desire. It made me shiver.

His words were followed by the tip of his cock sliding against my moist lips. He moved it along the length of them twice before settling at my opening. I had the time for a single breath and then he was rammed so deep inside me that I cried out in the pain and pleasure of it. He gave me a moment to adjust to his considerable, pulsing size, his hands caressing and fondling the rest of my body as the pain melted away to pure pleasure. When he had me moaning again, he pulled out of my body only to thrust back in as hard as he could.

I cried out again, arching my back in an effort to push him deeper inside of me, though I didn’t think there was any room.

His hands found my breasts and began to play with them as he moved into a rhythm. He squeezed them and pinched the nipples as he pumped into my waiting pussy, his cock sliding into me easily thanks to my own natural arousal.

My hands touched whatever part of him they could: his hands, encouraging them on my breasts; his arms, squeezing the tight muscles; his stomach, sliding over those cut abs; every bit of him, all the while clinging to the sensation of his length buried deeper inside of me than any man had ever gone.

“Do you know how tight you are?” he grunted as he thrust into me. “How fucking wet?”

I groaned, his words causing the feelings he was triggering in me to heighten.

“Do you know how good it feels to have your pussy clamped down on my cock?”

“Oh, god!”

“That’s it,” he encouraged, wanting me to make more noise. “Moan for me, baby. Scream for me.”

And I did. I cried out in pleasure and begged for more and I called out his name in ecstasy. I’d never felt anything like this before in my life, the sex loud and powerful and hard enough to shake the bed.

He panted above me, gritting his teeth, his hands gripping my tits hard enough to almost be painful, but not quite. One hand left my breast to slide between our bodies. I wasn’t sure why until he began to rub my clit. I screamed in pleasure and begged for more, feeling my orgasm building tightly in my lower body until it was almost unbearable.

“I want you to come, baby,” he told me, grunting as he continued to thrust. “I want you to come around me.”

His words did it. They pushed me over the edge and I screamed as I came. I was aware enough to feel him pump twice more inside of me only to pull out at the last minute and spill his seed across my stomach and chest.