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“That’s a little morbid,” I say and she shrugs. “I’m fine, so go on back to bed.”

“I can’t sleep, because some teddy bear bastard has been avoiding me.” My eyes snap to hers.

“I’m not avoiding you,” step one, deny.

“You sure?” Olivia asks. “Because you ditched me last night on a run.”

“I was tired,” step two, deny again.

“You didn’t come back to bed,” she points out. Fuck, I knew she’d catch that one.

“I couldn’t find our room again in that maze, so I slept in one of the dens,” step three, deny some more.

“Okay, then why’d you pretend you were sleeping when I found you, and then ignored me when I asked if you were coming to bed?” Because I’m a prick.

“I wasn’t pretending,” step four, deny even more.

“You’re usually the first to the table, and today you were the last one to drag his ass in,” Olivia presents her next piece of evidence. “You sure you weren’t avoiding me?”

“Positive,” step five, you already know is to keep on denying.

“And you didn’t watch me while I cooked, like your usual stalker self.”

“I don’t do that,” I retort.

“Really? So, I hallucinated seeing you and Cory back at Aunt Crystal’s? And yesterday when you were with John? If I did, then I need to get on some medication, stat. I’ll have Akio diagnose me and hit the nearest pharmacy. And don’t you worry your pretty little head, I won’t bring anyone with me, because next thing you know, I’ll confuse whoever it is with a wheezer, and they’ll wind up headless.”

“I don’t watch you like a creeper,” deny, deny, deny.

“Okay, so you’re not avoiding me,” she says with a wave. “How’s the head again?”

“It hurts, but I’ll live.”

“Where exactly does it hurt?” Olivia inquires. I gesture in the general area of my face.

“Um, here and here?” Why the fuck did that come out sounding like a question?

“Where and where?” Olivia asks. “It sounds like you weren’t sure of yourself.”

“Here?” I point to my forehead, and damn myself for sounding unsure of my phantom ailment. “And here?” Again with the fucking uncertainty as I point at my left temple.

“Any other symptoms?” Olivia presses. Fuck, what goes with a headache?

“Um, there’s some throbbing... in my head,” I start. “And... some flashing lights. A little bit of dizziness... some confusion and...” I scratch at my leper skin, while I try to think of something else. “Shortness of breath.” Damn, that’s not right, and Olivia knows it since she has her arms crossed and a brow raised. “My arm.” I swing it out. “My arm is...um...it’s...”

“Full of shit, like you are?” Olivia asks. “Half of those symptoms could have gone with a headache, another portion to a stroke, a few to a seizure and a couple to a heart attack. But you aren’t suffering from any of those, are you?”

“No?” Back to the fucking questions, dammit! I would have been the worst lawyer ever, and that makes me an embarrassment to my father because he was the best bull shitter I know.
‘Of course I’ll be at your game tomorrow, son, have I ever let you down?’ ‘Yes, many times, Daddy.’ ‘Well, not this time.’ ‘Okay, Dad, see ya there.’
Yeah, I stopped believing that shit about as fast as Olivia is losing her faith in me.

“Jared, stop with the bull shit already,” Olivia orders. I know that she’s serious, because the only time she calls me
‘Jared,’
is when she means whatever point she’s trying to make. “Why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m not avoiding you,” I say it more for my own benefit than hers as I look at the floor. I’m not strong enough to stare into those grey eyes and lie anymore, because it feels like I’m stabbing myself in the chest every time I see those blue flecks disappear, or harden to ice. I hear her stomping over and prepare for her to shake me, or bitch slap me. What I get is completely different.

An ungloved fist grabs hold of my shirt and rips me down to meet her lips. It’s not gentle, it’s a bruising lip lock that’s full of anger, as she ravages my mouth the same way I’ve wanted to do to hers since the helmet first came off. When her tongue runs along the seam of my lips, the selfish part of me that’s rebelling against avoiding Olivia, takes over as my tongue shoves its way in and dominates her mouth. It claims every inch of her, allowing me to taste the peppermint on her tongue and I can smell that apple/mint combo that I love so much. My arms have a mind of their own as they encircle her waist and pull her hard against me as me as my hands find their way into her loose hair. Her unbound breasts collide with my ribs and I release a moan into her mouth. Said moan is echoed around the room when I unconsciously grind my erection against her soft belly and she tears her lips from mine.

“Dammit,” I say breathlessly. I brush her silky hair back and look at her plump lips that are even redder now that they’ve been successfully ravaged. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.”

“Didn’t you?” Olivia asks as she trails a hand down my chest, over my stomach, and finally grazes my crotch. Junior leaps in my cargos to get more of the contact, but I don’t like the tone she’s using. “I’m pretty sure this is exactly what you wanted, right?” She grabs my hand and presses it against her breast. “You’re tired of having to put work in, and getting nothing in return, so you’re done with me now.” The fuck she talking about? I shake my head, and remove my hand from her chest, but she ignores me as she keeps talking.

“All of those long talks were just to make me let me guard down. To let you slip right past my walls and sneak in for a quick fuck, wasn’t it?” She circles my navel with her fingers and I feel every one of my abdominal muscles tense. “What, was your hand not good enough? Vicky wasn’t here to suck your dick for you, so you thought I would?”

“No, what the fuck?”

“Not,
‘what the fuck
,
’
” Olivia counters and cups the
‘V’
of my bulging crotch. “You
want
to fuck, and since I’m the only female here who isn’t related to you by blood, or over forty, you want to fuck me.”

“I do not want to fuck you,” I say through clenched teeth. I’d want to make love to her regardless if there were eighty-seven women available, but there’s no way I’d tell her that right now. I’m fucking hard as a rock, and pissed that I am, since she’s spitting out bull shit accusations and my erection only cements the incriminating evidence in her mind.

“I believe you do,” she counters and squeezes my dick. I bite my tongue on a groan. “Why don’t I take care of this for you? That’s what you want, right? For me to get down on my knees, and suck you like a vacuum? Don’t worry, he’ll stay firmly attached this time, and he won’t even get teeth marks. After all, I’m a slut with tons of experience.” I go to deny it, when she unzips my pants and shoves her hand inside to curl around my dick. “Just relax, he’ll be better in no time. Then you can go back to pretending you’re my friend.”

“Jesus Christ!” I exclaim and try to dislodge her tiny fingers from my dick. So not helping, when it only makes her jerk my cock up and down. “Olivia, let go.”

“Why? You didn’t get your payment yet.” She meets eyes with her frosty ones. “What do I owe ya, Dr. Benson? There were several shrinking sessions, so I’d say that nothing less than a good fuck will do it, right?”

“No,” I hiss.

“I thought more, too,” she says either misinterpreting my denial, or not believing it. Olivia pulls her shirt off one handedly, since she still has her right hand curled around my cock, so it dangles from her wrist. When she goes to undo her bindings, I stay her hand.

“S-stop.” My order is strained because she’s still jerking me off. Olivia pushes my hand away and un-velcros the first ace bandage. I catch the unraveling fabric and reattach it. “I said stop.”

“Why, you don’t want me to,” she says.

Olivia looks down at her hand working my dick as she massages the sensitive ridge underneath the head. Even with my upper head screaming this is fucking wrong, my body leans into it and I feel a tingle run up my spine from the pleasure she’s creating. But I fight it, because Olivia’s voice definitely isn’t her own, and it’s not the hole in her trachea that’s making it sound both detached and furious at the same time.

“I do,” I insist. Olivia runs her thumb over the slit on the head of my cock.

“He says otherwise,” she says as rubs precum around. Mother fucker, does that feel good. I will not come, I will not come. I will
not
come!

“He’s not in charge here,” I tell her and find the will power from somewhere to grab hold of her wrist in a gentle, but firm grip to stop the hand job from hell. It’s actually the best I’ve ever had, minus the accusations being spit at me, but I don’t want it like this. “Look at me.”

“No, this is what you want,” she refuses and keeps her gaze down on my hand. “It’s what you all want.” I tilt her chin up and see trails of tears running down both cheeks from her closed eyelids. It’s like she just shoved a fucking ice pick in my heart.

“Look at me,” I say with more force this time. When she still refuses, I cup her cheeks in my hands. “I said look at me. You’re the one who told me I have honest eyes, tell me what they say right now.”

“They lie,” she whispers. “I should have listened to my fucking head and left you back at Hal’s.”

“Stop listening to that fucking head of yours and look at me,” I demand. Olivia opens them and glares at me.

“They tell me you’re lying prick.” Ain’t that the damn truth. “Now tell me why are you avoiding me, and if you lie again, I’m going to feed you your balls.”

“Fine!” I snap. “I’ve been avoiding you.”

“Why?”

“I’ve been busy training Danny.”

“Yeah, the last two days you’ve been training Danny,” she concedes. “But you’ve been pulling away from me for longer than that.”

“Have not.”

“Have too,” she counters and punishes me with a tug on my cock that nearly has my eyes rolling back, and a groan rumbling in my chest. “You haven’t stayed in a room with me alone for more than ten minutes without running out to do one thing or another.”

True, because I was usually running away with an erection that was trying to poke her, or giving her space with Cory, but I can’t tell her that right now since she’s not in a reasonable state of mind. I have to end this shit before I spider web her, or she pulls answers out of me that are better for all parties if they remain hidden. I harden myself, no pun intended, and pull out the asshole that I’ve used to get rid of clingy girls in the past.

“I just have a lot of shit to do, and I can’t be holding your hand every goddamn second of the day!”

“I never asked you to!” Olivia shouts and pushes me away. Success! I breathe a sigh of relief as I fix my pants, and ignore the zipper teeth leaving an imprint on my dick, as I shout back my response.

“No, you didn’t, but when you look like a kicked puppy, it’s kind of hard not to pity you!” Yeah, I know I’m being a prick, but I need to get her to avoid me, since she does it better than I ever could. After all, she’s the expert at being a loner and a professional repellent when she wants to be.

“Fuck you,” she hisses. “Take your pity and shove it up your ass.”

“Sorry, sweetheart, but I don’t take things up the ass.”

“You will when I shove my foot up it!” Olivia retorts.

“Sounds kinky, did Sanders like that too?” Olivia looks like I just slapped her. “Yeah, I heard about him. Why didn’t you tell me about who Cole was?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does,” I counter. “Now tell me why.”

“Because it doesn’t fucking matter!” Olivia screams. “He could be Bigfoot for all I care, and I would still hunt his ass down and shoot him in the fucking head.”

“Well, I’m not teaching you how to shoot anymore.”

“Fine,” Olivia retorts. “I don’t need you anyway.”

“You do.”

“Don’t. I was just fine without you, and I’ll be just fine after.” Damn, that couldn’t have hurt any worse even if she had stabbed me with that ice pick.

“This is fucking crazy!” I yell at her. “Are you even listening to yourself? You’re gonna die, you know that? You can’t just run in blind with a single bullet that you’ve been saving as if you’re fucking Jack Sparrow! This ain’t a movie, and it isn’t gonna end well.”

“I know what I’m doing.”

“You don’t,” I say. “It doesn’t matter how many people you kill, it still doesn’t change anything. Travis is never gonna come back. Your baby is never gonna come back. They’re gone, and they’re gonna stay that way, so give it a fucking rest already!” Olivia faces turns from fire goddess to devastation in less than a millisecond.

Have you ever wanted to hit rewind and take back ten minutes? Or at least suck the words back into your mouth? Yeah, well this is one of those moments.

“Go to hell,” Olivia orders in a steeled tone and tears swimming in her eyes. She then balls my shirt up and throws it in my general direction before running out of the room.

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I wait exactly .009 seconds before chasing after her. This was so not what I wanted. Why the fuck can’t I ever shut up? Or tell the goddamn truth? If I just told Olivia that I’m afraid of what will happen to her because I love her, this conversation could have gone in a completely different direction. I wouldn’t have insulted her, made her think that our relationship was just a meaningless ploy to get into her pants, and I most definitely wouldn’t have brought up the dead fiancé and forced miscarriage card.