Grams is safe with Oliver’s club. He hasn’t given me the details, but apparently, Grams took care of herself just fine before Oliver and Scarlett got there. They arrived to find a trail of blood from her front door to a set of tire skid marks on the road outside of her house, and one of Barnes’s guys half-dead holding a shotgun wound to his ass.
My Grams is a bad ass. Maybe I should have been clearer about that before.
So Grams, her cat Jeff, an overnight bag, and her Remington pump-action are now safe and sound with a bunch of bikers up at Blackthorn Mountain. Scarlett’s staying with her, and Oliver should be back here any minute. And when he does, I think I’ll finally be able to breathe again.
Barnes has called me about four-hundred times, and sent me about a million texts, getting progressively more and more furious and unhinged. The last one just says, “IM GONNA CUT UR FUCKN HEAD OFF WHORE.” Val texted me earlier that he and his guys came into the Rosebud screaming for blood. But Val’s a fantastic actress, apparently, and convinced them that she’d never seen me today.
Luckily, Barnes isn’t smart enough to come looking at Scarlett’s house, but if he had, I’m actually pretty sure I’d have been fine. Martin, Lester, and Tom have been camped out in Tom’s old pickup out front drinking coffee and brandishing hunting rifles all afternoon and evening until Oliver gets back.
As if on cue, I hear the thundering roar of Martin’s Charger. I go to the window and peek through the blinds to see it come whipping around a corner and to a stop behind Tom’s truck. The guys get out as Oliver does, and Martin shakes his hand firmly and nods towards the house. He does a walk-around of his car, and then grins at Oliver with a nod.
The men shake hands again, and then Tom and Lester drive off in the truck, with Martin following in his muscle car. I go to the door and fling it open as Oliver steps up onto the porch.
“Hey you,” I whisper.
“Hey, love,” he growls. And a second later, he’s scooping me into his arms and kissing me with everything he has as he carries me inside the house and kicks the door shut.
“Wait, wait,” I gasp, grinning as I pull away from him. “Tell me again about my grandmother shooting a guy?”
He chuckles, setting me down. “Two guys. She says she caught one in the side, but he managed to get himself back to the car and drive off. No idea what happened to him, but my guys are checking area hospitals for shotgun wound check-ins.” He grins. “She caught the second geezer in the arse, and Scarlett and I caught him crying his eyes out in the bushes outside your Grams’ house.”
I laugh, throwing my head back and truly really laughing. And it feels great.
“And she’s okay with your friends?”
“She announced she was cooking chili for the whole crew, slapped Bishop on the arse, and then asked Shepherd if he was going to be her ‘bunkmate’ for the night.” Oliver snickers. “I think she’s going to fit in just bloody fine.”
I giggle, the tension evaporating off of me as I sink back into his arms.
“Thank you,” I whisper. “Really, I can’t even—”
“And you don’t have to,” he purrs, kissing me softly.
“Did you and Scarlett get along okay?” I grin. “She can be…”
“Intense? Yeah, I got that,” he chuckles. “She’s a good friend.”
“That she is.”
“And yeah, we were fine. I think Blackthorn’s got it’s hooks into her, too.”
“Oh?”
He shrugs. “It has that effect on people sometime.”
“I think I know the feeling,” I murmur, sliding close to him again. His big arms circle me, and when I feel that rumble of a growl in his chest, the heat teases through me. I gasp quietly, and suddenly, all the tension and worry of the day burns hot and melts into something else—something wild and aching and panting for more.
Something that wants him, and he can feel it, too.
Oliver growls, and my pulse surges he lifts me up into his body. My legs go around his waist, and I wrap my arms around his neck as his hands slide down to cup my ass. I melt into his kiss as he brings me through the small house into Scarlett’s spare bedroom. It’s not much, just a bed, but I think we both know that’s all we need.
I moan we sink down onto it, and his mouth drops to my neck. I gasp, yanking his t-shirt off as he does the same to the tank top I’m wearing. His hand skims down my sides, teasing each rib and making me whimper in pleasure as he moves lower and lower. His lips stay on my neck, his breath hot on my ear, making me squirm and writhe under him.
I pull Oliver’s shirt off, and I moan softly as I slide my hands all over his tattooed, muscled body. He slips my bra off and pulls it away, and I gasp as his mouth teases down over the slope of my breasts. He wraps his lips around an achingly hard pink nipple, and the thrill of his tongue swirling over the little bud makes me gasp and sends heat flooding into my panties.
God does this man get me wet.
He grinds into me, and I gasp at the feel of his thick, hard erection throbbing between my legs right against my pussy. His lips stay on my breasts as his fingers work the button and zipper of my cutoffs and start to pull them down. My hips raise and he pulls away, his eyes locked on mine as his fingers slip under the waist of my panties to pull them and the shorts down off my legs. He looks me right in the eye as he strips me bare, then his eyes finally slide down over me.
Oliver growls savagely, his jaw clenching as his hungry eyes sweep over my bare skin, down between my legs.
“Fuck me you’ve got a pretty little pussy, love,” he groans. And before I can say a word, he’s gripping the backs of my thighs and pushing my legs high and wide.
I whimper eagerly as he slides down between them, and when his lips tease down the back of one thigh, my breath catches sharply. His teeth drag over my skin, making me shiver and writhe as he slides lower and lower down towards his prize. His tongue drags wetly over my eager pussy, and I cry out in pleasure as my hands slide down to into his long hair.
Oliver growls, pushing his tongue deeper between my folds and tonguing my opening as I moan. He drags it up, teasing his way up to my clit, where he sucks the little button between his lips and swirls his tongue over me. I gasp in pleasure, panting as the thrill of him sizzles through me.
“Oh fuck, Oliver…”
“Fuck, you taste so fucking good, angel,” he groans into me, burying his face eagerly between my thighs. His tongue slides up and down my pussy, his mouth covering me entirely as he slides that tongue deep inside, like he’s fucking me with it. My eyes roll back, and my mouth hangs open as I melt into the sheets. His tongue dances lower, and I squeal in shock and pleasure when he teases it around my asshole.
“Oliver, what… oh fuck.”
He growls, teasing my ass with his tongue as his thumb rolls my clit in maddeningly slow, agonizing circles. He curls two fingers into me, pushing them in and out and stroking them against that spot just inside as he rolls my clit and tongues my ass, until I’m almost screaming with pleasure. The room gets hotter, my breath becomes ragged, and my body begins to tremble and shake.
“I want you to come for me, love,” he purrs in that gorgeous voice. “Be a good girl and fucking come for me, Delphine. Come with my fingers fucking this sweet pussy and my tongue fucking your ass like a bad, bad girl.”