Suspicious Minds (Fate #3)

by Elizabeth Reyes

  She shook her head wide-eyed but said nothing, and judging by the look in her eyes and how rapidly her heart beat just under her breast where his hand lay now, she was feeling the same thing.

  As much as he was tempted to, he refrained from telling her that touching her now and seeing her like this made his grown ass feel as if it were his first time touching a woman. Like in middle school, he’d been forced these past three weeks to go home and take a cold shower then take care of business on his own. Of course he wouldn’t tell her this. She’d think he was as ridiculous as he’d felt this whole time. He was only glad he’d finally be releasing what he already knew would be huge.

  Easing his hand up behind her neck while gazing deeply into her eyes, he did what he wanted to do. What he always wanted to do now whenever he was with her. And ever since she agreed to be officially his, he vowed he’d never hold back.

  He kissed her.

  One thing he was certain of was that kissing anyone else would never feel the same again, not after feeling what he did when he kissed Liv. He could only pray now that things would work out for them and she’d be his for good. Otherwise, he had no doubt she’d ruined kissing for him forever. What he felt when he kissed her could never be duplicated.

  After several long minutes of indulging in that heaven, Lorenzo stopped and pulled away to regard her eyes for a moment. He then brought his mouth down the side of her neck and slowly moved down, sprinkling kisses and sucking her flesh as he felt their hearts accelerate with every kiss—every taste of her delicious body.

  Liv squirmed, gasping a bit as he stopped and tasted then took her nipple in his mouth again, giving it a bit more attention than he had any other part of her body. Well, except for her mouth. Lorenzo loved feeling her body’s reaction to his touch. It was one of the most notable things about her even that first time. He knew she hadn’t done the one-night thing often because he could feel it in her trembling body, and he’d been right. She hadn’t done this often, and now he had confirmation she hadn’t done it in years.

  Kissing Liv always got a rise out of him, and he’d been rock hard from the moment she walked out of the bathroom in her robe and Dallas Cowboys heels. But every kiss, every lick, every taste he got of her now was driving him into a complete frenzy. He was trying to take it slow—make up for their first time where he’d hammered into her with a purpose—but just touching her warm flesh now was driving him insane.

  Bringing his hand down to her legs again, he spread them gently. “Lie back,” he said in a hoarse whisper. Instantly, her body went taut, and he smiled up at her. “Trust me.”

  She lay back, and he spread her legs further, nearly losing the strength in his own legs from the beautiful visual. Kissing the inside of her thighs, he worked his way up to the heat between her legs. He leaned in, kissing her warm wetness and making her back arch in reaction.

  “Relax,” he whispered then licked her softly, holding back the carnal groan that nearly escaped him.

  She tasted better than he’d expected, and he squeezed his eyes shut for a second, willing himself to take this slowly. He’d thought it even that first night and each time he’d kissed her since. If her mouth tasted as good as it did and did to him things he couldn’t understand, he could only imagine what it would feel like to taste her everywhere. Once again he’d been right.

  He pulled away to regain a little control then closed his eyes. “You like me licking your pussy, Livi?”

  “Yes,” she said breathlessly, making him smile.

  Never had hearing a girl’s reaction to his use of explicit terms been such a turn on. Hearing and feeling sweet Livi’s reaction to him just like that first night drove him beyond nuts. As feral as this made him feel, he made a mental note to go as slowly as possible as he spread her with his fingers, licking her good then letting his tongue go even deeper. Feeling her squirm a bit, he lifted her sexy-as-shit, fuck-me shoes over his shoulders one at a time. Then he went in for another longer, more profound savoring, running his tongue from the bottom of her slick slit to the top. He smiled when he heard her gasp—felt her entire body quiver in response.

  “God damn, you taste good,” he said, barely able to keep his tongue off her long enough to say it.

  Hearing her moan and gasp as his tongue moved slowly around her clit only made him crazier, but somehow he managed to stay composed and not speed it up. He loved feeling her legs tremble against his shoulders as she began to cry out softly. Her fingers ran frantically through his hair now as he latched on and off her delicious little nub.

  “You’re dripping wet,” he said just as he sucked her juices greedily and swallowed, nearly losing control.

  He lifted her legs up even higher because her moans and panting getting louder were clear indicators that she’d be coming soon, and he wanted to taste every last drop. He dove in again, circling, suckling, and flicking his tongue against that engorged clit and then it happened. She cried out again and again as she pulsated against his tongue. He continued to suck her even as she came, and it took everything in him not to mess his pants. Hearing her cries was such a fucking turn on it hurt, and he continued to swallow her juices insatiably.

  “Oh my God, Enzo!” her words pleaded as she lifted her behind a bit. “I can’t take anymore!”

  With one last lick and a final kiss, he pulled away, staring at the still throbbing and beautiful sight. Just the thought that this was his now—all his—and he could do this as often as he knew he’d want to, made him want to groan in delight again.

  Finally able to pull his eyes away, he smiled when he saw her holding her hand over her bare breasts, trying to catch her breath. The look of contentment on her face said it all. She’d enjoyed that as much as he had.

  He held his hand out to her and helped her sit up then lifted her, bringing her down from the bar. Maybe if he hadn’t done this with Romero’s cousin he might be able to tell him how right he’d been about the bar being the perfect height for it.

  Liv had wrapped her arms around his neck the moment he’d lifted her from the bar, but even once she was down, she continued to hug him tightly. With those high heels, she was nearly as tall as he was, and she leaned her forehead against his. “I don’t think my body’s ever experienced such ruthless pleasure.”

  Lorenzo laughed. “Ruthless pleasure, huh? I like that and guess what?”

  She scrutinized his eyes, a curious brow lifted. “What?”

  “This is just the beginning,” he said, kissing her softly.

  Seeing her lick her lips with a blank expression made him smile. He knew she was tasting herself because he still had that delectable taste in his mouth.

  “Have you ever tasted yourself before?” he asked, tilting his head. “You like it?”

  She stared at him for a moment; then her eyes were on his lips, and she kissed him again. This time he did groan as he devoured her mouth, and she laughed, pulling away.

  “Is it weird that I do?”

  “Weird?” he said, letting his head fall back with a laugh. He could hardly believe how he lucked out. Most girls hated it. “It’s a fucking turn on that you do.”

  Her face tinged with color, and that made him laugh even more. Here she stood right in front him. Except for her fuck-me shoes and open robe, she was completely naked, and this made her blush?

  “My body feels drained,” she said, glancing over his shoulder. “I could actually go for a little time in the hot tub.” She looked back at him then down at the obvious bulge in his pants, the corner of her lip tugging. “That is, of course, if you’re so inclined to put off other things while we relax in there for a few.”

  Lorenzo was already undoing his zipper. “Who said we have to put things off just because we’re in there?”

  Her eyes went wide, but she smiled big then started toward the tub, but not before reaching for her glass of champagne. “Would you like me to wait while you go change into your robe?” She turned around in time to see him pull off his shirt then dro
p his pants, and she laughed. “I guess you won’t need the bathroom for that.”

  Laughing as he stepped out of his pants, he shook his head. “My carnal enthusiasm makes up for my lack of modesty.”

  He lifted one leg at a time to pull off his socks, and in record time, he was down to his boxer briefs. Staring at Liv, he waited until her eyes were back on his, because for a moment they were on what he knew was flagrantly at attention even if still under his briefs. When their eyes met, he saw her face tinge again, and he smiled slowly, already imagining the things that were about to happen in that hot tub. If she thought they were going to relax in there, she was in for one big hard surprise.

  “Don’t worry,” he said, feeling a little evil because he knew he’d already embarrassed her by making it obvious he’d seen what had momentarily distracted her. “You won’t be the only one completely nude in there. These are coming off too. But ladies first.”

  He watched as she turned towards the hot tub and then slipped out of her robe, still taking her time to hang it back on the coat hanger. She turned to him and, to his surprise, smiled just as sinfully as he did watching his sexy ass girlfriend in nothing but her fuck-me shoes.

  Taking a seat at the edge of the hot tub, she took off her shoes one by one and laughed when she looked up and saw him pout. “If I didn’t think they’d be ruined, I’d wear them in there just for you. But they were too expensive to chance it.”

  Lorenzo smiled, keeping to himself that her days of wearing those or any of her other fuck-me shoes anywhere without him were over. He’d cross that bridge when they came to it. But if he had his way, she wouldn’t be doing a whole lot without him from here on anyway. For now he’d focus on something else instead: everything he’d be doing with her, to her, in a few minutes.

  As frenzied as their making out had gotten in the past two weeks, Lorenzo had made a point to keep his hands off her ass. At least not get too carried away. While he’d learned to have restraint when it came to these things over the years, when it came to Liv and that glorious ass of hers, he didn’t trust himself to not go over the edge. She began stepping in the hot tub, his eyes glued to her beautiful ass, as he swallowed hard. Jesus Christ! He didn’t think he could get any harder.

  Nine

  Olivia

  Unlike that first night when everything happened so fast and they’d been in the dark, Olivia now knew why she’d been sore for days after being with Lorenzo. The fact that she hadn’t been with anyone else in well over two years was not the only reason. Seeing first hand in the light from the fireplace as Lorenzo stepped into the hot tub minus his briefs, she knew just why she’d been that sore. And she knew without a doubt she’d be sore again tomorrow. Yet after just having one of the best orgasms of her life she was so ready for more.

  No sooner had he sat down next to her than his lips and hands were on her. She figured if he was going to forgo modesty after what he’d just done to her, she could abstain from modesty herself. Since his hands roamed her wet naked body freely, she took the same freedoms with his body, smiling at the sound of his groan when she wrapped her hand around his breathtaking erection.

  He pulled his mouth away from hers, dropping his head back as she stroked him gently. Unable to contain herself, she lifted herself over him, his hands were instantly all over her back and ass, and she couldn’t help gasping when she felt him rub against her. Pulling her lips away from his, she let him suck her neck as she continued to let him—wanted him to—rub his erection up against her sex. Olivia felt him spread her cheeks and lift her then bring her back down directly onto him but hesitate as he began to enter her. Remembering their first night, she knew the hesitation was because of how tight she was, so she pushed down and he continued driving into her cautiously.

  “God that feels so good,” he said as she slid further down onto him slowly.

  Olivia lifted her feet onto the seat on either side of him, bending her knees, and pushed down, wanting him as deep as he could go. The discomfort of having him all the way in was only momentary, and then her eyes rolled back, and she closed them, enjoying the amazing feeling of him so deep inside her. Spreading her legs as wide as she could, she pushed down onto him, unable to get enough of him inside her.

  “Fuck me,” she whispered against his ear, feeling dirty but liking it.

  Lorenzo seemed to freeze for a moment, but then she felt him sway his hips in that familiar way he had last time. Not just pumping her. He had a rhythm about it and it felt damn good. “I didn’t wanna fuck you tonight,” he said as she lifted herself up then promptly sat all the way down, taking him as deep as possible again. “I wanted to make love to you.”

  “You will,” she responded breathlessly, nipping at his bottom lip. “Over and over, but right now I need you to fuck me, Enzo. Fuck me hard.”

  Olivia had never felt so damn horny in her life. Seeing how big he was and now having him buried deep inside her as he swayed his hips so perfectly nearly had her coming again.

  “Is that right?” he asked with a smirk, lifting her hips and bringing her down harder onto him.

  She gasped when he pulled her off him completely and stood then spun her around and bent her over. “Spread that ass for me,” he said in a demanding tone, but she did as she was told and felt him tug on her hair. “Be careful what you ask for, baby,” he said, teasing her with the tip for a moment. “Because if getting fucked hard is what you want, then . . .”

  He slammed into, her making her cry out, and he did as requested, slamming in her again and again with conviction. Then he slowed and she felt his hands on her ass cheeks. His fingers dug into them, squeezing so hard it hurt but in a strangely arousing way.

  Spreading her wider, he began pumping into her even harder.

  “Damn, Liv, I knew from the first time I laid eyes on you the view from back here would be incredible, but this is ugh!” He groaned, burying himself deeply but seemed to slow his rhythm a bit. “This is beautiful.” His words were strained. “I have to slow down or . . .”

  As he continued to fuck her slowly, sliding in and out as he moaned with every stroke, his big strong hands continued to mold her ass, and she could almost feel the pleasure it gave him to do so. The swaying of his hips was perfectly in time with his moans as he continued in and out, but he’d suddenly slowed even more as if he were afraid to come too soon.

  “Does that feel good?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, it does.”

  “Because it looks so fucking beautiful from back here, baby.”

  His voice was completely strained, and he began to thrust harder, bringing his other hand around her waist as he sped up again. Each time he went in as deep as possible with a loud grunt.

  “Oh!” she moaned as he slid in and out of her harder, their bodies slapping together beautifully. “Oh . . . my . . . G—” She squeezed her eyes as she came just as hard and as satisfyingly as the first time.

  “Come, baby girl,” he said through his teeth then pulled out suddenly with a groan, and in the next second, she felt the hot liquid splatter on her back. That alone was strangely arousing.

  Olivia was still enjoying the spasms of pleasure as she continued to attempt to catch her breath when he sat down with a splash. He pulled her to him, and she collapsed onto his lap as he cradled her.

  Instinctively, she brought her arms around him, wrapping them around his neck. “That was,” he said, trying to catch his breath, then pecked her, “incredible.” He stared into her eyes and seemed to search for something. “So before you and I”—he paused but then went on—“that first time, it’d been two years for you?”

  She nodded, feeling inappropriately bashful all of a sudden. “Yes,” she whispered.

  His eyes dropped momentarily as he continued to breathe heavily, but when he looked up again, they seemed uncertain. “And this was better than our first—?”

  “Stop right there,” she said, placing her wet fingers over his lips, a little nervous about w
hat she was about to admit, but she hated how repentant he seemed to be about this. “I admitted one of my sexual fantasies was”—she glanced up into the beautiful starlit sky and smiled—“to do it completely naked under the stars. With brothers like mine and the possibility of getting arrested for something like that, I never thought this would happen. I certainly never imagined it would happen in such a luxurious way either. Lying on a fancy bar of a beautiful beach house gazing up at those same stars while the hot man of dreams pleasured me until I was panting far exceeded even my wildest fantasies.”

  His eyes brightened at that, and his hands squeezed her waist as he’d done so often in the weeks prior when they’d made out so frantically. Every time he’d done this she could feel the restraint it took him to not move his hands down lower. Now he slid them down her behind and massaged her ass up and down, closing his eyes as if that alone gave him immense pleasure.

  That made Olivia smile. She loved feeling his hands all over her, but seeing what it did to him made it all the more gratifying. She kissed his closed eyelids softly then whispered. “But you fulfilled another fantasy I didn’t admit.” He opened his eyes and stared into hers as she shrugged, feeling her cheeks warm. “Only because it was a little embarrassing. This was one I never thought would happen—kind of like people who maybe fantasize about bungee jumping but deep inside they know they’d never go through with it.” He stared at her, even more curious now. “Sleeping with a hot stranger I’d just met.” His brows flew up, and she laughed nervously, smoothing the wet strands of hair away from his forehead. “It just seemed so reckless—dangerous. So while you may think that night is a bad memory for me, for weeks afterward, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I still can’t. It was”—she took a deep breath then exhaled—“exhilarating on so many levels. And like tonight that night I could hardly believe how beyond my expectations it had been. So even though it may not have been the most romantic of nights, it was the fulfillment of one of my fantasies.”