“He was g-gonna make me s-suffer,” I sob, snot coming from my nose. I know I look so disgusting right now, but I can’t stop. I’m trying and everything just keeps getting worse. I was terrified, so afraid he was going to pull me into a situation like Deanna had.
“Where was her fucking guard? What’s his fucking name, Mason? He’s always around her when I’m by her side, but the moment I’m not, he can’t be fucking bothered to do his job?!” Finn snarls at my brothers, and Tristan whistles. “I want his job on a silver fucking platter, and Casen, one of my guards, will watch her from now on. She could’ve been . . .” Finn stops and looks down into my eyes. They’re filled with tears, and he presses a chaste kiss on my forehead. “I’m so sorry, my love. I’m not trying to scare you. I’m just angry, okay? I’m just . . . furious.”
I nod and press my face against Finn’s chest, only wanting to be wrapped in his arms. He’s the only place I feel safe these days. I’m sure his guard, Casen, is good at his job, but no one will compare to the way Finn makes me feel secure.
“We need them searching the grounds, now. If my brother isn’t found, there will be hell to pay,” Finn snarls, speaking to everyone around us. The tension is high but I focus on my breathing. That’s all I need to worry about right now and nothing more.
Chapter Eleven
Finn
As I’m leaving Félix and Madelaine’s wedding, I’m pissed my brother would have the audacity to show up today. As a matter of fact, today, of all days and threaten Olivia? Seriously?! Then that fuckin’ bodyguard, Mason. The piece of shit allowed this to happen. Where was he when he was supposed to be guarding her? He can be all up Olivia’s ass when I’m around, but the moment she needs him most, he’s missing. Even now, my hands shake from the vicious rage pumping through my body. I crack my neck from side to side and my nostrils flare, thinking about what I’ll do when I get my hands on him. I’ll string him up by his small ass pecker and beat the hell out of him.
Félix agreed Casen will be her bodyguard from now on, but it’s not like it matters. Fuck, even if he tried to stop me, I’d just do it anyway. Olivia is going to be my wife, it’s my job to make sure she’s safe. Sure, it’s her brother’s, too, but I won’t let anyone hurt a hair on her pretty little head. As one of my most trusted men, I know I can count on him to keep her safe at all costs.
The wedding didn’t go how Olivia wanted as far as where she was supposed to be, but Madelaine understood. Félix took some time to explain what happened downstairs, and Madelaine even offered to postpone the wedding for Olivia. It shows how much the girls care for one another.
Olivia sat in the pew with me instead of being up with the rest of the bridal party. Honestly, it made me feel better she was right by my side. I had an arm draped around her shoulders and kept her close, making sure she knows how important she is to me.
God, Ashton tried to hurt her, and I was only right down the hall when it happened. How did this happen? How did something unimaginable get so close to happening? She must’ve opened the wrong door, or not opened the door we were behind. It was something so minuscule, but it was a grave reality check for us all. It further solidifies the fact there are always people around who wish us harm.
The ceremony was simple and wrapped up quickly. Félix and Madelaine looked amazing up there, with the weeping willow trees offering the perfect background. Even the pews we’re sitting in are the perfect deep chestnut color, looking like the bark only a few hundred feet in front of us. Hell, it looked like her dress was a mixture of lace, tie-dye, and tradition. I shouldn’t have expected anything else from a tatted-up, open-minded woman like Madelaine. The minister smiled joyfully and introduced Félix and Madelaine as man and wife, and now we’re all following the bride and groom.
I give Olivia a squeeze and press a kiss to the top of her head. I’m sure she feels horrible about not standing up there with Madelaine, but after what she went through before the ceremony, no one can blame her. Madelaine understands, so everyone else can suck a dick.
I saw the fear and trepidation. Hell, I could taste it in the air surrounding her it’s so thick. We stand as the rest of the bridal party follows the bride and groom out. I let out a heavy breath as I scan the area, looking for my brother. He’s nowhere to be found.
Since I’m with Olivia and don’t plan on letting her out of my sight, Casen went searching for him with a few of Félix’s men. Casen has his own vendetta against Ashton, but I can’t blame him there. My brother raped his sister, and Casen caught him. Ashton’s lucky he got out with his life, but if he intends on fucking around with the woman that’ll be my wife . . . well, it’ll be the straw that breaks the camel’s back. Casen might’ve let him go because he’s a Brisbane, but it doesn’t mean he didn’t fuck with him first. Every time my brother looks in the mirror, he will be reminded of Casen’s blade.
I sometimes wish Casen had just ended my brother’s life. It might’ve made everything simpler for everyone. Then again, it might not have. Who knows what my father would’ve done since he was still alive when this happened.
Taking a deep breath, I focus on Olivia. “You okay, sweetheart?” I ask.
Olivia tilts her head back enough to meet my gaze and nods. “I will be, thanks to you,” she whispers, and her words hit me straight in the chest.
“How about after the reception we get out of here, and I take you to the house in Port Sulphur?” I suggest.
Olivia seems to contemplate this before nodding. “I’d like that. A change of pace would be nice, I think.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do,” I announce, offering her a soft smile. She hasn’t seen my house there yet. Casen lives there since he’s in-home help, but it’s large enough so he’ll be on the complete other end. He won’t be able to hear a thing, whether it’s her crying or me sliding my tongue through her folds to relieve some pent-up stress.
I’m looking forward to having Olivia at my house where I can hold her and show her just how safe she is with me. At the same time, I want to kill Ashton with my own two hands for what he did. Hell, now I’m sure she won’t want to progress any further than we already have. The foundation of our relationship isn’t sex, and while it doesn’t need to be, I’d love for us to connect on another level.
During the reception, I dance with Olivia and get her to dance with the others. She’s finally relaxing and enjoying herself again. Though, a couple of drinks sure help to loosen her up.
Madelaine throws her bouquet, and of course, Olivia ends up catching it. Guess this means I can get her to pick a date soon. Not because of the truce between our families and the contract, but because the more time I spend with her, the more I want her to have my last name.
Olivia Brisbane.
It has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?
Fuck, I’ve completely fallen for the woman, and she doesn’t even realize it.
Félix pulls the garter from Madelaine’s thigh, he does it with his teeth, and instead of tossing it to the bachelors, he pockets the damn thing. I have to chuckle at him as he looks at his wife.
Finally, after hours of celebrating, they take off in the back of a limo heading to the hotel where they’re staying for the night. Bright and early tomorrow, they’re taking off for their long honeymoon in France. As a gift, our friend, Leo, also gave Félix the keys to his villa in Italy for them to stay in. Leo’s such a good friend he didn’t even tell him a date he needed to be out. However long Félix and Madelaine need to get some rest and relaxation, they can have.
Glancing at Olivia, I grin. “You ready to head home?” I ask her, more than ready myself to get out of here.
“Yes,” she whispers sweetly.
Nodding, I place a hand on her lower back and guide her out of the reception. We head out to the parking lot and I scan the area, making sure there are no threats before taking her to where my car is parked.
Seeing that it’s clear, I walk her to my car and put her inside.
I get in behind the s
teering wheel, start the car, and pull out of the parking lot. I am heading in the direction of Port Sulphur. More than ready to be somewhere alone with Olivia for the rest of the night.
After an hour’s drive, I pull into the driveway, put the car in park, and shut the engine off. I get out and round the car to help her out. I guide her up to the house, unlock the door, and step inside with her right in front of me. She sucks in a deep breath as she enters my house and turns to look at me. “I didn’t think you’d have something so . . . put together.” It takes me a minute not to take offense, but given who her brothers are, I’m sure she’d assume all men are messy.
“Not everyone is a savage.” I cock a brow, toying with her a bit. I need to lighten the mood a bit. I’d like nothing more than to strip her dress off and have my wicked way with her, but after her day, I need her to tell me when she’ll be ready for it.
She must read my mind because the next thing I know, she’s stepping toward me until her front is flush with mine. Olivia glides her hands up my chest and wraps them around my neck. A breath hitches, and she stares right into my eyes. “Make love to me, Finn. I want to know what it’s like.”
Chapter Twelve
Olivia
He’s staring at me like I’m a deer in headlights right now, and I don’t know what to make of it. Sure, I was a bit forward and maybe I sounded desperate, but don’t men like it when women are being forward like this?
“I know what I’ve asked of you is a lot—” Finn cuts me off by crushing his lips down onto mine. At first, I think they’re dominating, which is a bit scary if I’m being honest, but he quickly eases up.
One hand holds the back of my neck, while his free hand snakes around my waist and holds the small of my back. His sun-cracked lips compress together with mine and heat begins to radiate through my body. It starts in the center of my gut and slowly spreads through my chest, up my neck, and straight into my cheeks.
Finn’s tongue is hungry, claiming mine in the most delicate of ways. He growls lowly, and while for a split second, I’m afraid, I know he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.
I’ve had so much taken from me, and now I’m willingly giving into a situation I know nothing about. Nothing except pain that is. This is different, though. I trust Finn with my life, and while I don’t think I would’ve been confident saying it before, I sure am now. This man with his lips savoring mine is the man of my dreams. Months ago I wouldn’t have admitted it, but being here in his arms feels so safe, like he’s my home.
Finn pulls his lips away from mine slightly, breaking our kiss for the moment. His dark eyes stare into mine and his heavy breath hits my lips. He’s breathing in and out ever so harshly, but hasn’t yet said a word. His chest rises and falls, and I know whatever he’s about to say must be conflicting.
“I want nothing more than to ravage your body, Olivia, but I don’t want to force you into something.” He rasps out every word and searches my eyes for some sort of answer.
I take my hand and slowly move it up his suit jacket, take his tie in my hand and tug it slightly. “Finn, I want this. I want us.” I speak with the utmost sincerity, craving him in a way I haven’t craved any other. I know my experiences with sex thus far haven’t been great, and the reality of my past weighs heavily over my head. But I know I can’t let my demons haunt me forever. It’s a push and pull battle, and I’m going to try this with Finn. Hell, I know what type of man he is. If I ask him to stop, he’ll stop. I haven’t told him about the incident yet, my attack I mean, though I will eventually do so. However, I’m not telling him until it poses an issue. The last thing I want for him is to see me as this broken, damaged woman, when I’m anything but.
“Fuck,” he curses and claims my lips yet again. Both of us lose a bit of control, and his hands paw at me, while mine are under his suit jacket, sliding it down his arms. It falls to the floor with a thud, and I hungrily undo every button on his dress shirt, hitting them one by one and then do the same thing with his shirt that I did with his jacket.
In all the years I’ve known him, this is the first time I’ve seen the man shirtless. I had no idea how many tattoos he has. They’re across his chest, down both of his arms. Sure, I’ve known about the ones on his neck and hands, but he’s always worn dress shirts whenever he’s around me. Gosh almighty, the ink looks so good on his skin.
I break our kiss and we both catch our breath. Finn rakes his eyes over me and licks his bottom lip. “I’ll cut this dress off you if I have to. God, how the fuck did you get it on in the first place?” Finn grumbles. Moving both his hands behind my neck, he fumbles with the button on the top of my halter. The dresses Madelaine picked for her bridesmaids are gorgeous, a vibrant eggplant color, with a high halter design. There’s even a high slit up my left leg, giving it a sophisticated yet sexy look.
“Fuck this,” Finn comments in frustration and drops to his knees. He pulls up the skirt of my dress and tugs on my matching lace underwear. The distinctive sound of the lace ripping is soon met with his mouth on my pussy, and I lean my head back against the wall as the sensations grow more intense.
He suckles my clit into his mouth and growls as he works on my swollen flower. Finn even reaches a hand between my legs and slowly eases a couple of fingers in and out of my pussy. I moan, unable to keep quiet, and rake my hands through his hair.
“Finn,” I breathlessly rasp as he stops suckling and begins flicking his tongue against my clit, sending electric volts through my body one at a time. He picks up the pace, pumping his fingers in and out of me and my knees begin to shake.
Heat pools in my center, and he mutters something against my pussy, lapping at my lips like a kitten would at milk. With every flick of his tongue and pump with his fingers, I begin to see stars, and before I realize what’s happening, I’m screaming his name.
He smiles against my heat as a wave of wetness comes from me and he continues toying with me, dragging my orgasm out. When he’s satisfied, he rises out from under my skirt and crashes his lips down onto mine. I know I asked for him to make love to me, but I like this so much more. The sweetness on his lips, the satisfaction from us both. My heart pumps heavily in my chest and as he has a hand on my cheek, deepening the kiss, I fumble with his belt and pull his cock free.
It’s warm and the head of his cock is oozing with precum. I push my tongue into his mouth and dance with his while I use my free hand to force him closer. Meanwhile, I keep stroking his cock. Wrapped tightly around the shaft, I go up and down and drag the precum coating his head down over his shaft. He hisses through our kiss, and I lift my leg.
Finn catches on quickly and hooks an arm under my leg, then pulls me up with his other and breaks the kiss for a moment. “This isn’t making love, Olivia. I’m sorry, but fuck, I’m being selfish right now. I want to ravage every inch of your beautiful body.”
Instead of answering him, I wrap my hands around his neck and kiss him. It’s hot, sensual, and I flutter my lips over his in a delicate yet hungry manner. The head of his cock lines up at my entrance, and I tense in anticipation, craving so badly to know how it feels when the two of us combine in one.
He eases himself into me slowly at first, and before I realize it, I’m thrusting my hips to meet his movements. His balls slap against my skin, and my walls tighten around his member. Fuck, this feels so good. So fucking euphoric. So . . . so much different than what I know.
“Goddammit, your pussy is fucking perfect,” Finn growls, breaking our kiss yet again.
I bite my bottom lip as a rush of electricity spreads across my skin, and Finn hisses. “Fuck, yes! Yes, yes, come for me, baby, come for me.” He kisses my lips in a chaste manner and his heated breath hits my skin.
He continues pounding himself into me, and I lose it all. “Finn!” I scream, digging my nails into his back, and he goes harder.
“Yes, baby, take it all. Let me coat your fuckin’ pussy with my seed,” Finn snarls and captures my lips yet again. This kiss, though, it’s c
ompletely consuming, and I now know I never want this to end. I’m not going to lie. I had worried we wouldn’t be able to connect on the physical level, but we’ve more than connected, we’re made for each other.
Chapter Thirteen
Finn
It’s been three weeks since the wedding, and I still can’t find Ashton. He’s disappeared into thin air, and no matter what tools I’ve used, we can’t track him down. I even ended up calling Dean O’Connell to get Marc to track Ashton down. It’s been hell trying to find him, and I doubt it’ll get easier, so I’ve called in all the resources I need.
Fuck, this is nothing but a headache I don’t need. It’s been a rough few weeks. Hell, that would be a drastic understatement. I’ve come to the realization, there’s no saving Ashton from himself. I can’t save the memory of the kid he used to be, no matter how hard I want to. The truth of the matter is he hasn’t been my little brother in a very long time. Instead, he’s been this monster. I’ve always wanted to keep him safe, but in doing so, I’m hurting other people and I can’t stand it any longer. I’m being too selfish and it needs to stop.
After the wedding, Olivia came to stay with me in Corpus Christi. It’s been convenient and nice not to have to go back and forth to New Orleans every couple of days. Since she’s been here, I’ve shown her around Corpus Christi and the surrounding areas. We’ve even been able to have a few dates since being here, walked on the beach, had some nice food, and every experience has been great. It’s been good to see her like this. It only makes me envision how life will be when she is my wife. Not only that, but she was able to spend a girls’ day with Leo’s sister, Mia, when she came to stay at the house for a couple days.
The first night Olivia stayed with me, she asked why I let her stay with me. I didn’t know what to say when she said that. I mean, could I have ever expected those words to come from her mouth? It seemed a bit crazy, so I asked her why I wouldn’t let her stay? I ended up telling her she’s always welcome in my home because it will soon be ours, and for her brothers’ peace of mind as well. She always keeps to herself and mainly goes to the beach during her time here. If I’m not with her, Casen is watching over her like a hawk.
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