“This is the slowest rescue in history!”
Angel. The fucking asshole. Ever since he’d hooked up with Shelby, he was nothing but this happy guy all the time. Probably thought this situation was hysterical.
“Shut the fuck up and stay back!”
I felt Liv start squeezing me from the inside, knew she was there, knew I had to leave her, but I didn’t. One last thrust and I was filling her pussy with my cum. I had this primal urge to shout like fucking Tarzan.
“Shit,” I cursed. Only neither one us had time to think about what I’d done. “Hurry.”
We scrambled into our clothes and I could see Olivia pulling up her hair and tucking it under her hat. I pulled on coat and took the jizz filled T-shirt we’d been using and stuffed it in the inside pocket.
When we were dressed and all evidence of our activities was put away, we looked at each other.
“How do I look?” she asked me.
Like she’d been fucked to within an inch of her life and was happy about that.
“Come on.” I reached for her hand then stopped.
No more touching. Not in front of the guys. Why that made me want to rip someone’s head off, I didn’t know.
I stomped to the door and opened it. A hundred feet away stood Eli, Cal and Jackson.
All of them were fucking smiling.
I flipped them the bird. Assholes.
10
Dyson’s Camp
Ark
I closed the door behind me and started down the hallway. Nothing was going to happen with Olivia here at the camp. I knew that. I just needed to see her and make sure she was okay.
I stopped when I saw Cal leaning against the wall that led to the hallway where Olivia’s room was.
“Cal,” I said.
“Ark.”
“You need me for something?” I asked, even though I knew he didn’t.
He knew I would go to her and he wanted to stop it. Because the optics wouldn’t be good. Us being stuck in a cabin for a few days was one thing. Me spending time in her room was another.
But the thought of him stopping me from seeing her made me want to throttle him.
“No, just wanted to remind you of the precarious situation Olivia has here at Dyson’s. We all like and respect her. Want to make sure it stays that way.”
“What makes you think that would change?” I said even though I could feel truth bubbling in my gut. It would be one thing if I was serious about Olivia. If we were in a relationship like Eli and Shelby or Jackson and Kate. The men would respect that. Respect that she was my woman.
If I was just fucking her…
“You going to make me spell it out?” Cal asked.
“No,” I snapped. “This isn’t what you think. I just need to make sure she’s okay.”
“You got ten minutes. And you keep her door open.”
