Exposed by Fate (6 page)

Chapter Seven

Oliver had gotten to the gym early to work off some steam. His phone call this morning with Eliza had been eye opening and had resulted in a distinctly uncomfortable work day. Under most circumstances, working with family wasn’t easy. Having your sister breeze into your office after her best friend just gave you a hard on and it graduated to impossible.

He’d been losing her attention. Even over the phone, he could feel her slipping away, more surely than when she’d slammed his apartment door last night. He wasn’t used to a girl giving him the cold shoulder nor did he like it. So he’d taken a risk. On one hand, he was fucking grateful it had paid off. He needed to shake this rapidly increasing need for Eliza, and he couldn’t do that if she refused to forgive him. Only based on the way she’d reacted to the steel in his voice, he was pretty sure what Eliza needed. One command from him and she’d practically been panting through the phone. This mission she was on didn’t stem from mild curiosity. No, she was drawn to it for a good reason. He intended to show her how amazing it could be. How amazing
she
could be.

From now on, he would keep his head around her. These lessons were going to kill two birds with one stone. He would lower his attraction to Eliza from a ten-alarm fire to glowing embers. She would go into her next relationship with confidence and knowledge.
Do not analyze why the image of her with another man makes you want to shatter the mirror on the gym wall with a dumbbell.

Even worse, churning around inside of him was the dark need to ruin Eliza for anyone else. The exact opposite of their agreement. He didn’t know where the compulsion came from or what it meant. He only knew it was there and it was powerful. It also made him a special brand of bastard.

He dropped the heavy dumbbell onto the mat between his feet and looked at himself in the mirror. Eliza didn’t like him…because she knew him. She wasn’t a girl at a party who he could buy a drink, say three words to, and take home the same night. They’d spent time together, she’d seen him with bad haircuts, heard him tell lame jokes. She called him
playboy
because that’s exactly what he’d proven himself to be. As a result, she wanted his expertise, but she didn’t want
him.

In the mirror, he saw Eliza walk into the massive workout room. His heart started knocking so loudly against his ribs, he could hear the
boom boom boom
in his ears. Did she have to look so good? In black yoga pants and a hot pink sports bra, she turned every head in the room. He’d told her not to wear panties, but apparently she’d decided a shirt wouldn’t be necessary either. They would be having a discussion about that. Yes, they would. As she smoothed her hair back into a pony tail, her gaze trailed over the busy room, before landing on him. It felt unnatural not to send her his customary wink, but he gave no sign of recognition. She followed suit, heading toward the cardio area and climbing aboard one of the treadmills.

Oliver had already run his three miles for the day, but he definitely hadn’t worked off enough steam for this. Not enough to sit there and watch her breasts bounce with every footfall. To watch her thighs flex, her ass give that maddening little jiggle. Within seconds, he was restraining himself from dragging her off the machine and slapping that perfectly rounded ass until she screamed. She would deserve it too, because she knew what she was doing. He could tell by the sly smile playing around her lips. This was his scene, and she was trying to run it. Not going to happen.

Thanks to the urgency of his workout, he’d soaked his T-shirt with sweat. Keeping his gaze locked on Eliza, he drew it over his head and let it drop to the floor, laughing when her steps faltered on the treadmill. Good. She might want another man, but she couldn’t completely hide her attraction to him. If that’s all he had going for him, he would damn well use it.

Slowly and purposefully, he wove his way through the various machines and people exercising until he reached Eliza’s treadmill. She kept her eyes resolutely forward, but he knew she sensed him getting closer. He propped an elbow on the machine and waited for her to look at him.

“You should really stretch before you run.”

“Oh?” She looked down at him. “Are you a personal trainer here?”

Any other time, he would have made a joke. But right now, he wasn’t Oliver. She needed to be reminded. “I’m
your
personal trainer.” Knowing people were within earshot and not wanting to embarrass her, he lowered his voice but kept it firm. “Get off and let me stretch you. Now.”

He groaned under his breath when her nipples turned to hard points at the front of her sports bra. Such a swift reaction to his order. Anticipation gripped him at the thought of how quickly she’d respond to everything else he intended to do. She seemed to notice her visibly aroused state too, because she hit STOP on the treadmill and climbed off gracefully, crossing her arms over her chest.

Oliver laid a possessive hand on the small of her back and led her toward the back of the gym, feeling a surge of satisfaction when the men who’d checked her out on the way in averted their eyes now.
That’s right.
Mine.

When they reached the designated stretching area, he was glad to find it empty as usual. At this time of day, patrons consisted mostly of corporate guys who worked in the surrounding buildings, trading stocks. They stretched on the fly and got their workout completed fast, same way they did everything else. Today that worked to his advantage.

He walked Eliza until they stood directly in front of the mirrored wall, him positioned behind her, taller by at least a foot. Her light golden skin was flushed, from her cheeks down to the tops of her breasts. The lips he’d kissed less than twenty-four hours ago were swollen and parted, as if they were anticipating him. She watched his reflection steadily, but he could see the excitement there. It heightened his own.

“Hard limits,” he said, just beside her ear. “I’d like yours now.”

She pressed her lips together then released a pent-up breath. But she didn’t look surprised. Good. He loved knowing she’d expected,
trusted
, him to ask. “I don’t want other people with us.”

“Jesus. Me either, babe.”

Looking relieved, she nodded. “I like the idea of you…punishing me. But I don’t know what it’s like so I want to go slow. Until I know.”

“Nothing you can’t handle. You have my word.” He hooked an arm around her waist and drew her back, wanting her to feel his hard cock against her ass. “How do you feel about taking me here? Would it be the first time?”

“Yes,” she breathed, head dropping forward. “I think…I’m good with it. It’s you. I trust you.” Her eyes sparkled with lust and humor as they met his once more in the mirror. “I don’t know why, though, since we just met.”

It felt perfect, standing there holding her curves tightly against him. Hearing her say she trusted him. Watching her smile.
Stop dwelling on how right it feels. You’re not for her. She’s not for you. She’s…for someone else.
He watched in the mirror as his own slight grin faded. “Safe word.”

He heard her swallow. “Cookie.”

Holding himself back was going to be impossible when she was so fucking cute, but somehow, he’d have to do it. He had no choice. Trying his best to detach himself, he stepped back. “Palms flat on the floor.”

Her shoulders jumped a little, presumably over his new tone. “What?”

Oliver narrowed his eyes and waited. After considering his reflection for a few moments, she bent forward and did as she was told. He ground his teeth together as her ass rose in front of him like an offering, begging for his open hand, his belt, a crop.
Later. She’s not ready yet.
He positioned himself between her and the entrance, blocking her body just in case anyone decided to walk in. Then he hooked his fingers in the top of her tight, black pants and peeled them down over her ass.

Blood rushed south to his dick, making it swell painfully. Beautiful. The tops of her thighs flared gently leaving a hot little gap between her legs. Like they’d been molded to fit his hand. The sight of her pussy had him dragging a hand over his open mouth. She looked as smooth and tempting as he remembered her feeling last night. And he’d only felt her through those innocent white panties. Next time there wouldn’t be a barrier. How many times had he dreamed of seeing her on display for him like this? Apart from her accelerated breathing, she showed no signs of being uncomfortable. He smoothed a palm over the smooth skin, running a finger lightly down the center. “Panties are a waste of my time, Eliza. Don’t wear them again. When it comes to fucking you, I don’t appreciate obstacles.” He traced the seam of her pussy with his knuckle, savoring her gasp. “Is that clear?”

“
Yes
.”

With a massive case of reluctance, he covered her ass. He almost laughed when she sighed in relief. They weren’t even close to finished. He wrapped her pony tail around his fist and drew her back up, meeting her glazed eyes in the mirror.
Fuck
yes, she loved this as much as he did. His little closeted submissive. “I told you no panties were allowed. Did I say anything about no shirt?” With his free hand, he tugged her sports bra up and over her breasts, revealing the sweetest pair of tits he’d ever seen. Firm handfuls, the color of peaches.
Goddamn
. What would they taste like? He almost lost it, forgetting what he’d been saying, but he forced himself back to the present. “I’m the only one who sees them,” he growled, meaning every word. “You keep them covered. For my eyes only. Understood?”

She tried to nod, but his grip on her hair was too tight. “Your eyes only.”

“Good.” He released her. “Get on your back. We’re not done stretching.”

This time, she only hesitated for a beat before doing as she was told. Better, but eventually he wanted her obeying without question.
Dying
to obey. She looked up at him from her position on the floor and he took a moment to enjoy the power of standing over her, controlling what happened next. It sizzled in his veins, spreading to every inch of his body. He knelt down between her thighs, watching the goose bumps break out along her flesh, her nipples beading tighter. Eliza needed a long, hard fuck. His instincts screamed at him to give it to her, but his mind won out.

He hooked a hand under her right knee and drew it up toward her shoulder. The action brought him directly over her, drawing her gaze to his bare chest. So much was taking place behind those big, brown eyes. Wonder, heat, need.
Oh, babe. Hold on to your fucking seat
. In one lightning fast motion, he threw her leg over his shoulder and bore down hard, pressing her knee against her shoulder. At the same time, his hips dropped into the cradle of her thighs and he rocked. Just once.

“
Ohhh
.” She sucked in a shaky breath. “
Please
. Again.”

“Are you a little beggar, Eliza? Are you going to cry and moan and dig your nails into my ass the first time we fuck?” He didn’t rock again, but he let his weight press down fully, all of it concentrated between her legs. When she tried to writhe, he held her still with his hips, pinning her. “What are you begging for, babe? Be clear or you won’t get it.”

“
You
. I’m begging for you.”

Those words went to his head like a potent drug, surrounding them in a haze. The honesty in her voice undid him. No practiced responses or attempts at seductive flirting. Just Eliza.

Gritting his teeth against the driving urge to peel off her yoga pants and bury himself inside her, Oliver left her briefly, sitting back on his heels. Laughing softly over her protests, he peeled one leg from over his shoulder and switched to the other. Abruptly, her protests cut off, replaced with a breathless expectancy. Any other time, he would make a girl wait. Let her get restless. Now, he found himself
unable
to wait. She felt, looked, smelled too goddamn good. With a groan, he pressed her knee to her shoulder and rolled his hips against the crevice between her thighs.

She grabbed his ass and tugged him closer. “Feels so good.”

Christ, if she was this uninhibited at the gym, what would she be like when he got her home? The possibilities moved through him on a shudder. Or maybe she was too new at this to control herself. That thought managed to sober him enough to ease away slightly. He looked into her eyes and saw a girl somehow already on the brink of orgasm. Eyes glassy, bottom lip puffy from being abused by her teeth. A fresh dose of heat shot straight between his legs at the magnificent sight of her.
Need her. Need to be inside her.

“Eliza, I need to get you home.” He cursed under his breath when she merely locked her free leg around his waist and undulated beneath him. “I know, babe. I know you want to take me inside you. Believe me, I want that too. You bent over and showed me that fuckable blond pussy, and I’m going to take care of it so good. But not here.”

He watched as realization dawned slowly in her expression. The leg she’d wrapped around his waist dropped to the mat and he barely resisted the impulse to jerk it back around him. She put a hand on his chest and scooted out from beneath him, catching her breath at the feel of his erection dragging across her belly and hips. “That…I don’t know…”

Oliver took mercy on her by giving herself something else to focus on besides an explanation. He didn’t know if one existed for what happened when they touched. “Go to the locker room and get your things. Put a shirt on. I’ll meet you out front.”