Fated Love (The Soul Sisters Series Book 3)

by Victoria Johns

  “What in the ever loving shit are you going on about?” Honestly, I’ve heard the saying that men are from Mars and women are from Venus, well I’d say that Venus was far too normal a fucking planet for their species right now.

  “I did the decent thing and let you go. I made decisions for us because you were too fucking scared to voice the one you’d already made for yourself. You do not get to act like this when you wanted out of us. And just because I had enough bollocks to let you walk away and maintain your precious reputation, don’t think you have a say in anything to do with my life. You absolutely do not. If you wanted a say you shouldn’t have shut the door on us. Now, those are the only answers you’re getting, we’re back to where we were, pretending for the sake of other people. Only this time it’s for the sake of our friends and not our parents, because I don’t give a shit about yours and my parents are fucking dead!”

  Lottie is gasping for breath, she’s been on a non-stop tirade and her pupils are dilated and angry, she’s fucking stunning. Her beauty and passion is amazing. Fuck, I love this woman. “OK, are you finished? Are you ready to actually talk now?” I say calmly.

  “I don’t think there’s anything left to say and I won’t stand here whilst you twist the knife and break my heart again.”

  “I disagree,” I take a step towards her and she backs up a step immediately in response. “I didn’t take any out. I came home because I had shit to sort out. For you, for us.” I progress another pace in her direction again.

  “Your pretty little mind has been seriously over thinking things. Is that why you haven’t taken any of my calls?” I don’t get an answer so I step forward again and as expected, she retreats. Her mind is beginning to process the words I’m saying. “I didn’t want to leave you there and you know how I feel about you not being in my bed and next to me when I sleep.”

  “But…”

  I slowly pace towards her again and it pleases me no end when I realize she’s nearly out of running space. I feel all the blood head towards my cock, I’m hunting her like prey and it’s making me thirsty to catch her and own her.

  “Do you remember when you tried to run last time?”

  “Yes, but…”

  “Answer me. I told you there would be consequences Lottie.” I forge forward and her retreat has led to her being backed up against the dining room table where she holds her hands up in surrender. There is no more room to flee and she knows it.

  “But you said…., you were relieved to be going. You were different, you said things would go back to normal. You thanked me for making it easy and not uncomfortable.” Sweet fucking Jesus, it would appear that all women twist and turn shit inside their heads until they get the wrong outcome. Why do none of them take communication at face value?

  “I’m going to speak clearly,” I tell her as I take my final step to loom over her, my body, pressed up against hers. “I was relieved that you were strong enough to cope at Sunnyside on your own, I was different because I didn’t want to leave. I knew it would be a few days before I got to feel you again and I meant things would go back to normal for us all. And by all I meant you, me, Carter and Annie.”

  My hands find their way to her hips and I slowly push my rock hard cock into her stomach. Lottie’s eyes become wide and bug out with excitement, “Does this feel like we’re done? Does this feel like I don’t want you anymore? Remember when I said I thought this was worth fighting for?” Lottie nods at me and her tongue darts past her full lips in an effort to moisten them. “I fucking meant it, all of it. We will get past whatever fucked up shit your brain has concocted and this is still on, it hasn’t stopped and no out was taken, OK?”

  I’m so close that I don’t have to strain to hear her whisper her agreement. Thank fuck for that.

  “Now about those consequences… in the next thirty seconds I’m going to rip your clothes off and bend you over my table. I’m going to fuck your pussy red raw Lottie. I won’t be taking my time, I’ve missed you and I think you need to feel three things. One, just how much I have Goddamn missed you. Two, what the consequences of doubting me and us does and three, I want you to be reminded about this and still feel me when you walk and when you sit down.”

  I have no doubt that she wants this, I also have no doubt that if she wasn’t propped up between my body and the table she’d be in a trembling heap on the floor. Her whole body is shimmering with lust and I can smell her sexual need.

  I don’t waste any time ridding her body of her clothes and once she’s naked I edge her onto the table and spread her legs wide, possibly uncomfortably wide but her groan is not a complaint, its approval. The sudden tightness and pebbling of her nipples is my visible sign of confirmation.

  Her eyes remain focused on mine as I take my clothes off and when I’m naked in front of her I can sense her need to move to take a peek at my cock. “Do you want this?” I ask, taking myself in hand and squeezing until the tiniest drop of pre-cum leaves my dick.

  “Yes.”

  Swiping the fluid away with my thumb, I offer it to her and with enthusiasm and hunger she sucks the sticky digit into her mouth. She’s so engrossed in her motion that I have to forcefully pull it out of her mouth causing the most erotic popping noise ever.

  Getting into position, I force her thighs wider apart and lean in to lick at her pussy. The fact that Lottie has full view of what I’m doing is turning me on as much as her. For the next ten minutes I concentrate on driving her wild, sucking, licking, blowing and nipping her clit with my teeth until I succeed on bringing her to the brink of pleasure only to back off. Her moans of displeasure at my actions are what I was after, “Consequences Lottie, remember? You tried to fucking leave me and that makes you a bad girl. Bad girls don’t get to cum until I feel you’ve learned your lesson.”

  “No, please Oli, please. I can’t take much more,” she complains and grabs my hair in an attempt to force it.

  “Do as I say, show me you can be a good girl first. Sit on your hands.” I lean back to allow her to do this, but she hesitates. “Now isn’t the time for defiance Lottie. My cock wants in you, but I’m willing to bet I can outlast you. I can smell your need Lottie, do as I say and prove I can trust you to keep your word pretty girl.”

  Reluctantly, she complies and I return to my duties, as a reward I include two fingers in with the oral action that I was really, really fucking enjoying. When I can feel her whole body climbing and her internal muscles shifting and gripping me, I up my assault and don’t stop until she falls to her back on the table and starts moving, looking to find some kind of support on the surface.

  Her screaming and enjoyment is enough to tell me that I don’t have the required will power to torture her for long. My dick is on the verge of besting me and violently forcing its way into the action, which is exactly where I promised her I would be.

  “Look at me Lottie,” I tell her and I begin to lick and slurp her juices off my fingers. “I let you cum because you did as you were asked. Now I’m going to do as I promised. Flip over and lie on your front, let me see that sexy ass in the air and those pretty tits squashed against my table.”

  Lottie scrambles as quick as possible, she’s impatient and as excited as me. Damn, this woman is made for me, my fucking equal. I pull her to the table edge, until her wet opening is where I want it. “Stretch out and hold onto the sides for me baby, I’m so hard for you there’s a good chance I might fuck you straight off the end of it.”

  “Oh God,” her voice quivers and as soon as I see her knuckles go white and her finger’s grip, I punch my cock into her with one swift motion until my balls are touching her clit.

  “Ready for me baby? Can you take this?” This is the last time I will check her compliance before I unleash my inner animal on her.

  “Fuck, yes. Do it Oli. Now,” with those words barely finished I begin and in truth I’m astounded by the force my pretty princess can take. I’m going all out to get balls deep, the table is being shunted across the floor
and I’m groaning and grunting just as loudly as she is on every entry to her body.

  This frenzy isn’t going to last long and my body is showing signs of capitulation. I’m shaking, sweating and losing focus on my surroundings. My vision is starting to blur and instead of prolonging the agony and playing that game with myself, I chase it, I welcome it forward to come and do its worst.

  At the last minute, I pull my cock from its tight confines and flip her body back over. I am towering over her beautifully, flushed body as she’s laid out like a sacrificial offering on an altar. “Look at me,” I command, piercing her with my eyes, “this is for you, you own me and I fucking own you. We are it for each other. I am claiming you, your cunt, your ass, your mouth and now your whole fucking body.” Her breathing is as heavy and as desperate as mine and because I am not capable of holding back any longer, I lean forward with my cock in my hand, fisting it wildly and cover her with my cum. Lottie doesn’t flinch, she just pants in excitement at getting to see the most basic of male instincts, a man marking his territory.

  When I’ve pumped every last drop out of me, I shudder and take in enough oxygen to continue, “Understand me now?” I’m silently praying for compliance and confirmation.

  “Yes. You own me. You always have,” is her simple answer as she begins to swirl her fingers in the sticky mess on her body and cover herself in me.

  Just simply stunning.

  I gather her off the table, not caring that we’re both going need a shower, “I love you Lottie Groves, the sooner you belong to me in name as well as body, the fucking better.”

  Chapter Thirty Five

  He did not say that to me.

  There is no way in the fucking world that Oliver Hart, eternal bachelor, the guy of my dreams actually indicated that one day we could share the same name.

  As in, I would become a Hart.

  As in, Oli and I would be married. Holy mother of God.

  What is it with my life? The things I want always come along when I can’t have them. I’ve only just decided to leave Hawkstown and set up in Thornton Grove with Annie and Carter.

  Oli dragged my limp and sexually exhausted body up from the table, without making any further comments about his comment and ushered me in the direction of his bathroom. I found myself stood nervously in the bathroom, whilst he fiddled with different knobs to get the water heating and tempo of the shower just right. I turned to look at the reflection in the mirror.

  This was the real me, stood naked in Oli’s bathroom without any fear of someone seeing what I really looked like. My chest and stomach was still gloopy and thick with the ownership markings of the man I loved but all it was doing right now was covering up the butterflies that were taking flight in my tummy. I knew what I had to do next and even though honesty was always the best policy, it didn’t necessarily mean it was the easiest. “What you just said…” I began, not turning to face him.

  “What baby? I can’t hear you, get in. We need to get back to Carter,” he shouted around the noise of water which I could tell was dribbling into his mouth.

  I stepped forward and opened the cubicle door, “Do you realize what you said before?”

  “When before?”

  “When we were finished.”

  “I don’t remember,” he replied casually, whilst removing shampoo suds from his thick head of hair.

  So it was heat of the moment and he didn’t mean it because he doesn’t even remember saying it, just fucking typical. Oli has one thing right, he completely owns me, but I still can’t stay. I can’t give up on what I know is right for Carter and me, for someone who can’t even remember hinting that one day we would be married.

  I turn and leave the bathroom, getting into the discussion with him is futile, anyone with half a brain knows that you don’t joke about marriage with women. We are not wired to comprehend that kind of amusement. I grab my discarded clothes from the floor and put them on quickly and as I have my hands on the handle of the front door, Oli appears, dripping wet wrapping a towel around his body.

  “Where are you going?” I can hear the disbelief in his voice.

  “Home, I mean Neely’s. I have to get Carter and finish things up. What just happened doesn’t change anything it was a mistake.”

  “Shit, you’re running again. I thought we’d been through this. Grown up’s talk shit out and not talking hasn’t worked out for us so far.”

  “Goodbye Oli,” I whisper and walk through the door. I get to the bottom of his path and realize I don’t have a car.

  “Seriously Lottie, stop fucking walking away from us,” he says as he grabs my arm, the crazy man has followed me out onto the street in just his towel. I give it about thirty seconds before window shades and drapes are being adjusted, people will not miss this little scene.

  “I’ve made my decision Oli, I’ve already decided to start a fresh with Carter. He needs me, he needs more family than just Annie around him and I need him.”

  “Wait. I remember what I said, I was joking.”

  Those few words cause me to halt my grand speech.

  “I meant them too Lottie,” he says calmly.

  And then it hits me, “Did you say them just to stop me from leaving?”

  “No and now you’re being ridiculous.”

  Before I can respond to his words, a car pulls up to the curb and out climbs his mother and father. It’s bad enough that the last time I saw them they had to endure Oli shouting about us having sex, now they get the chance to see him in all his glory.

  “Oliver, lord above, what are you thinking? Go inside and put some clothes on and please cover up that awful tattoo. I don’t believe the neighbors need to be treated to this display. Your performance with Claire today was already enough.”

  “What performance with Claire?” I ask in confusion.

  “It’s not important,” he tells me. “Mom, now is not the time, I’m in the middle of something.”

  “I can see that,” she snaps, “I can imagine if we had got here earlier you would have been in the middle of something else too. When are you going to learn to keep it in your pants young man?”

  “Is your mom saying that you’ve been with Claire again?” This cannot be happening, I feel like I’m having an out of body experience. I am watching myself try and dump the guy I love, whilst his mother shares that he’s still with that whore. My temper starts to build, “She cannot be fucking serious Oli!” I snap, pointing at his mother.

  Oli’s dad then joins in the action, “We’ll leave you to it son.”

  “At last someone talking some fucking sense,” Oli grumbles.

  “Don’t leave on my account, I’ve been trying to do that since I came back to this godforsaken viper’s den I used to call my home town. I’m trying to start again, to get away from people like you,” I point at his mom again. “People who are so short sighted that they can’t see the harm and upset that they cause other people. I am done with your type. It makes me sick to my stomach that I considered myself as equals amongst you and all the other witches at the country club. I now finally understand why my dad wanted out.” But before I can turn and leave, more cars arrive and out pile all of my friends and Carter.

  “This doesn’t look good,” says Neely, not bothering to operate with any kind of sensitivity.

  “It isn’t,” I shout, “Oli got what he wanted. His dearest mother is here to throw more shade at me no doubt and accidentally, on purpose, tell me that he’s still shagging Claire fucking Michaels. I’m done with you all.”

  All of our friends proceed with caution and I notice that Chris is trying his best to delay Carter from joining the scene.

  “Oli dude, I’m thinking you need some clothes pal…. Or a bigger towel,” suggests Sonny.

  “Did you know he had such epic tattoos? I didn’t know, did anyone else know?” Dolly asks no one in particular but I’m fairly sure they are questions aimed at the soul sisters.

  “Everyone, shut the fuck up right now.” Oli
finally explodes. “This is beyond stupid. Lottie, you are not just leaving, we are going to get married for fuck’s sake. Dad, I won’t be around for a while, the scene at the country club today was an eye opener for me and although my woman could have been more eloquent in her speech just then, what she said was true. That place is full of bitches and vipers, they suck your fucking soul out and I have no desire to be part of that. The last time you turned up here unannounced didn’t end well and I shouldn’t have to remind someone of your apparent manners and standing that you still owe Lottie an apology.”

  “Well, I…” his mother begins.

  “Mom, take a hint, I am a man on the edge here. I do not have the time or patience to discuss the merits of a bunch of people who are irrelevant to real society. Lottie, I am not fucking Claire Michaels. I came to town to deal with her, once and for all. You are it for me and I’m not going over this old ground with you again. Stop trying to leave me. Dolly, yes I do have tattoos and no, as you can tell, my mother does not approve. Now can I please go inside and put some pissing clothes on?”

  “You’re going to marry Lottie?” I hear in an excited little voice. Chris has done well to restrain Carter up to now, but that time is over and before I know it, he has thrown himself into the mix on the drive way.

  “I’d really like to, but she’s taking some convincing little guy, can you help me with that?” Oli tells him crouching into a squat.

  “Whoa, dude, clothes,” Sonny shouts and Oli stands up really quickly, adjusting his towel.

  “Did you know he had that as well?” Dolly fails to whisper quietly to Flo.

  “Dalton,” Jonas warns her.

  “Are you going to come and live with us Oli? Are you going to be my brother? Lottie, you should marry him. He’s not a cowboy or a soldier, but he’s real nice.”