Staring up at me through her lashes, she silently dared me to come in her mouth.
She’d been playing this torturous game for at least a half hour.
Each time I’d refused, she’d worked me harder.
I’d been gentle when we’d first gotten home. After the shit night we’d had, I’d wanted nothing more than to bury myself inside her and forget the cloud of chaos that had settled over us. However, she’d been attacked while leaving work. I didn’t think mounting her from behind in the shower would have been appreciated.
Liv had proved me wrong though. As soon as we’d crawled into bed, she’d shifted directly between my thighs and sucked me until I’d gotten hard.
Now, she was about to suck me empty.
My hand fisted in the back of her hair. “Shit. You win,” I gritted out through clenched teeth, holding her head down as my cock fired off in her mouth.
Her hand found the base of my shaft, stroking the length her mouth couldn’t accommodate.
Inventing new curse words, I came hard down the back of her throat. She hummed in pleasure as if she were getting off on nothing more than swallowing my release—the idea only made me come harder.
As my body relaxed beneath her, she licked from base to tip, cleaning every inch while I jerked and twitched against her tongue—the sensations becoming too much.
I was still a panting mess when she finally crawled up the bed and rested her head on my shoulder.
“Jesus Christ, woman.” Gripping her jaw, I guided her mouth to mine.
She giggled against my lips, purring when I palmed her breast over the cotton.
“I figured you needed to relax tonight.”
“You figured right, but there was no reason we couldn’t relax together.”
She kissed me again, nipping at my bottom lip as she pulled away to sign, “Are you complaining?”
I returned the nip. “Not at all.”
“Good. Then go to sleep. You have to be up early to go to the gym before brunch, and I’d like to be thoroughly ravaged before you go.”
“I could thoroughly ravage you now.”
“You could but then I’d have to take another shower before bed, and you’d feel the need to join me because, for some reason, nothing makes you hornier than running water, and then it would be, like, two in the morning before we got back in bed. And I’d be exhausted at brunch tomorrow, so when my dad asked why, I’d have to tell him that you spent the night fucking me. Then I’d have to add him killing you to my growing list of murders I need to prevent. So, really, it’s best if you just go to sleep and do dirty things in the morning.”
I stared at her for a moment then burst into laughter.
“Golden” Garrett Davenport had ruined my night. I’d spent half of it in a fit of rage, willing to take out my own brother if it meant I got my hands on him for even one minute.
Yet, somehow, I was going to fall asleep sated, with Liv safe in my arms, a smile on my face, and an overwhelming sense of contentment filling my veins.
And, if I had any say over it, this would happen…
Every. Single. Day.
My entire body went stiff, and Eliza’s eyes grew impossibly wider as he roughly shoved, sending me scrambling forward. Just as quickly, he grabbed Eliza and dragged her to the door.
“No!” I jumped to my feet.
He had no fucking business even talking to her, but I’d kill him before I let him hurt her.
“Get your fucking hands off her! You’re not taking her anywhere!” I rushed forward.
I heard Eliza screaming with every step, but adrenaline fueled me.
She was ours. I wouldn’t let him have her.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” He spun Eliza to the side just as I got close, sending her crashing to the ground.
I landed a blow to his side, but his hand folded around my throat and the cold, metal butt of his gun landed hard against my face. Pain exploded as someone dimmed the lights.
I felt my body crash onto the floor, but then everything changed.
I wasn’t thirteen.
I wasn’t in Vegas.
And it wasn’t Frankie dragging out Eliza.
Right before my eyes, Liv appeared in Davenport’s arms.
Her long, dark hair cascaded over his shoulder as he tipped a gun to her temple.
Her big, brown eyes were wide and filled with a fear I had never seen before—and would never be able to forget.
Her mouth opened, but it wasn’t her voice that came out. Well, at least, not the one I’d come to know. It was the sound of twelve-year-old Liv screaming from behind a closet door.
And it was like a knife to my gut—only worse.
“Get up, Page!” Davenport taunted, pressing the gun deeper into her flesh.
I couldn’t move though. I was paralyzed, unable to even blink.
Liv’s scream continued in one long continuous cry, and Davenport laughed wildly as I sat immobile on the ground.