Over the Edge: The Bridge Series: Book Three

by Meredith Wild

  He released a heavy sigh, and his head fell back. “Fuck, that feels good.”

  I lost myself in the act, so focused on his pleasure that I nearly forgot my own until I heard more clothes drop to the floor behind me. Then I felt Ian’s heat. His presence hummed through me without actual physical contact. He pressed a hot kiss between my shoulder blades and then trailed his tongue down my spine, eliciting a shiver over my whole body.

  “How is she?” Will murmured over my head.

  I jolted when Ian dragged his finger up my wet slit, from my clit to my anus.

  “She’s beautiful. And she’s drenched.”

  “Perfect.”

  I heard the condom wrapper rip. Then Ian’s broad hand came to my hip. The head of his cock nudged into the opening of my pussy. I shifted restlessly. I tightened and released my internal muscles, as if I could somehow draw him into me. Feeling painfully empty, I whimpered in desperation around Will’s cock.

  He grazed his thumb along my cheek. “Olivia’s waited long enough. Give her what she wants.”

  I pressed my nails into Will’s thighs and moaned as Ian filled me slowly. Inch by delicious inch, he rooted deeply. Unimaginable pleasure coursed through my veins. Ian’s hands were everywhere, caressing down my back, up my sides, and around to my front to tease my nipples and clit. He was a master of gentle strength, seeming to know intuitively how much I could take.

  Will sifted his fingers through my hair and caressed my cheeks as they hollowed around his cock. “How does it feel to be so filled up, princess?”

  I was grateful to have my mouth occupied because I couldn’t possibly answer that question with words. I was on fire, burning up from the inside out. Giving and receiving more pleasure than I could handle.

  I took him as far as I could and then lifted to tongue and suck his head. I circled the base of his cock with my hand and began stroking quickly. He gasped out a curse. I didn’t know whose orgasm I was racing toward—his or mine. Hopefully both, because Ian’s thick penetration and rugged thrusts were already bringing me to the brink.

  Then Will pulled me off of him abruptly, his hand tight in my hair. “Are you in a hurry?”

  I was breathless and oddly missing that second invasion. “I want to come. Please, let me. Please.” I barely recognized my own voice, so raw it was with need.

  Ian dug his fingertips into the flesh of my ass and shoved deep into me, harder than he had before. A cry tore from my throat. I clenched around his penetration, harnessing all of my willpower not to fall apart. I was trembling, taking every inch of him over and over again.

  “She’s so fucking tight.” Ian’s words were strangled. “She’s right there.”

  Will bent toward me and lowered his voice. “I’m going to let you come all over Ian’s cock, Olivia. Then you’re going to let me fuck your mouth and come down that beautiful throat.”

  Sounded like an incredible plan, as long as he let me come. Right. Fucking. Now.

  I hated his rules. But I loved this feeling.

  Hated it. Needed all of it.

  I was turning inside out, and it was all Will’s fault.

  “Please.” I wanted to cry for how on edge I was. I was ready to come without his word, even if it meant facing his punishment. Because the slap of his belt against my ass was nothing next to the torture of holding an orgasm while they both were taking me this way.

  “Come for us,” Will whispered against my lips. “Loud and hard. We want to hear you. Does Ian’s cock feel good in you? Tell me.”

  “Yes, yes… Oh, God!”

  Ian’s rhythm sped up. “I’m there, baby. Come for me.”

  I felt him in a deeper place, and then I shattered into a million little pieces. I screamed Ian’s name. Unintelligible sounds fell from my lips and flew across the room like shards of glass. Reflections of light and desire cut through me like a sharp blade.

  Light-headed and wilted with my release, I wanted to melt into the ground when Ian slipped out of me. Will stood, lifting me on my knees. I held my palms to his thighs to keep my weak balance.

  “Now you’re mine.”

  The certainty in his tone raced along my sensitive nerves.

  He fisted his cock, and I opened for him. Still recovering from my orgasm but dedicated to his, I welcomed him back into me—his hard heat, his firm hand moving me how he liked. Fast penetrating strokes. Until only he moved and I received the brunt of his movements.

  “Now,” he groaned. “Take all of me.”

  I relaxed my mouth and let the next few strokes push to the back of my throat.

  “Fuck. Fuck!” His curses hit the air as his salty release spilled into my mouth.

  I swallowed, stroking my tongue over his pulsing erection until he pulled me off again. His knees buckled, and he fell back into the chair. His cock rested against his belly, still glistening from his come and my mouth. Satisfaction hummed through me from the inside out. He caught his breath a moment and held my stare through his half-lidded eyes.

  “Don’t you look like the cat who ate the canary?”

  A smile curved my mouth. “I ate two. Do I get extra credit for that?”

  He laughed roughly and let his head fall back again. “Olivia…you get extra everything for that. I’m not nearly finished with you.”

  WILL

  Faceless men surrounded me. Suits and bare feet, hands clasped politely at their front. And ahead of me an open wall. A busy street lined with trees and people passing by. Except this place was dark and cold. Small and crowded, but somehow it felt abandoned, forgotten.

  I needed to get out. I didn’t feel entirely in control of my body, but my legs moved me toward the opening in the wall. Olivia was there suddenly, standing still as strangers passed by her in groups and pairs. She had a look in her eyes like something had gone wrong. I moved more quickly because I needed to fix it. I needed to take that look away. But I hit an invisible barrier before I could reach her. Glass, so perfect and clear I couldn’t have seen it before.

  I pounded my fists against it. I shouted her name, but the sound only echoed off the dark-gray walls. The faceless men began to shift, moving closer. But I had nowhere to go.

  I couldn’t breathe, like the oxygen suddenly had been sucked out of the room.

  “Olivia!”

  I screamed her name. I didn’t think she could hear me, but she came closer. The bodies on the street pushed her back and forth. The faceless men were close, too close. I felt a hand on my shoulder, pulling me back into the darkness. I scrambled out of the man’s grasp, desperate for Olivia to reach me.

  There was no escape, but something told me she was the answer, my only hope.

  I flattened my palms against the glass, and then she was there. She reached up, mirroring my position, tears brimming her eyes.

  I could feel her warmth through the glass. Then her skin.

  Our fingers intertwined as the barrier miraculously disappeared.

  Air rushed into my aching lungs, and I hauled her against me. I could feel her, smell her sweet scent. Relief flooded me, and when I opened my eyes again, only we were on the street. No men in suits, no gray room.

  Her cool blue eyes held me, her dark-brown hair flew in the wind, and her arms came around my waist as we held each other.

  She was home in a sea of strangers. Safety in the wake of a nightmare that had disappeared with her touch.

  I opened my eyes to the darkness. The impossible threats in the nightmare had my heart beating wildly in my chest. Olivia was curled up beside me, her head nuzzled against my shoulder. Her hand rested on my stomach. I repositioned her palm to my heart, willing the damn thing to slow down.

  What the fuck was that all about anyway? I had no clue. All I knew was that I was damn glad the beautiful woman in my dream had somehow saved me. I drew in another deep breath and closed my eyes. I tried to relax and slip back to sleep, but I couldn’t yet. The dream still felt too real.

  So did the feel of Olivia against me, holdi
ng me, saving me…

  I was too tired to question why she’d been able to. All I knew was I wanted her again. My need to have her never seemed to wane, and now… Now something other than primal desire drove my actions. I was unsettled, and somewhere inside my tired brain, I knew being inside her would make the world right again.

  I turned, rolling her gingerly to her back. She moaned sleepily and fell against my pillow. God help me, she was beautiful. Every inch of perfection…a dream. Except real, in my bed, in my arms.

  Ian had taken off after our earlier rendezvous, as he usually did in the evenings. Didn’t stop me from making love to her half the night. I still wanted her, yearned for her like the air I’d been deprived of in the dream.

  I lowered and captured her lips. I tasted her, breathed her in. Sex and rain. And goddamn, she was mine.

  I moved down her body, taking position between her thighs. I licked her roughly, too impatient to let her body catch up with my desire. Her small cry filled the room, and she lifted her pussy against my mouth.

  My head was buzzing. My need bled into hers until I was blind with it. I couldn’t wait another second to have her.

  I rushed back to her mouth, kissing her deeply. She wrapped around me, her silky arms and legs warm from sleep, holding me close. My cock slid through her wet folds, and my breath left me in a rush. I had to have her, now.

  “Is this okay?”

  She nodded, her eyelids heavy with desire.

  Not wasting another second, I guided my cock into her, exhaling a shaky breath as I did. I was ready to come at the first sensation of her scorching heat gloving me. Heaven help me, I wanted her this way every time.

  I was ready to spring into loving her hard. Instead, I held her there, enraptured with everything about her, the way our bodies melded and entwined like we were designed to always be this way.

  Her eyes glimmered in the night, bewitching me as the air seemed to press out of my lungs. Except it wasn’t fear robbing me of air this time. It was something else entirely.

  “What is it?” she murmured into the quiet night.

  My heart slammed against the walls of my chest, forcing the words out. “Olivia…I think I’m falling in love with you.”

  She blinked, her lips parted.

  I wasn’t expecting her to say it back. I wasn’t expecting her to say it at all. Maybe I’d lost my goddamn mind in that nightmare, but I’d meant it when I said it.

  She sifted her hand through my hair and traced my lips softly. “Then make love to me, Will.”

  Without another word, I melded our mouths together, sealing the words with a tender kiss. When I breathed, I breathed her. When I thrust, I was making us one, fueled by an irrational need to make her believe it.

  When she came, I couldn’t hold back. Her cries, the desperate way she clung to me… I followed her down into the incredible feeling, a slave to the way she came apart around me.

  “I love you.” I breathed the words against her, filling her, making her mine…

  Chapter Ten

  OLIVIA

  I still couldn’t entirely wrap my head around what had gone down last night. I’d been with two men, and one of them had professed his love to me in the wee hours of the night. Granted, Will had been inside me when he’d uttered the words, which I worried could have skewed his true feelings. The tender way he made love to me afterward made me want to believe it, though. He’d never been that way before. And while I’d grown to love the rough side of him, I couldn’t help the way my heart swelled to know his gentler side.

  His confession added another string to a no-strings arrangement that he’d promised would remain uncomplicated. If he was falling for me… Where did that leave Ian in this tangle of rule-breaking desire?

  I cared about Will. I couldn’t deny that, but something existed between Ian and me that I couldn’t deny either. If it was just physical, our chemistry was off the charts. If it was more… How could I let myself fall in love with Will when I was being pulled in Ian’s direction too?

  My vagina had become a traitorous bitch. She wasn’t good, and she wasn’t patient. As soon as these two men had come into my life, she became constantly hungry, desperate to be filled, and she didn’t seem to care if it was Will or Ian who met the need. Maybe this was who I’d become—impulsive and unrecognizable, thoughts hazy with lust.

  I was so tired of honoring the rules. Now, suddenly, nothing was out of bounds.

  I contemplated all of this on a hamster wheel of sleep-deprived thoughts as I set out favors for Maya’s baby shower luncheon. Guests were due in less than a half hour, and like an idiot, I’d agreed to plan the entire event myself.

  My mother had never approved of my brother’s choice, but since Maya was now his wife and about to make her a grandmother, she’d agreed to sponsor the event while never lifting a finger for it.

  When she appeared in the private room I’d reserved, I knew it wasn’t to lend a helping hand.

  “Olivia. I thought I might find you here early.”

  She offered a wry smile that sent a wave of dread through me. The day of reckoning had arrived, and I couldn’t feel any less prepared for it. All I could hope for was mercy that she’d go easy and not want to ruin Maya’s day. I had a sinking feeling she truly didn’t care, though.

  I straightened and smiled like nothing was wrong. I went to her for a hug and two air kisses like I was one of her friends in the Hamptons. When I pulled back, her tight expression morphed into a grimace.

  “You look awful, Olivia. Have you been sleeping?”

  I winced at the insult. “I was up late getting things ready for the shower.” I certainly wasn’t getting anywhere close to the truth.

  “Well, we need to talk. I don’t appreciate you cutting me off and not returning my calls. What’s gotten into you?”

  I sighed. If she only knew…

  “Mom, I can’t talk about this right now. Guests are going to be showing up any minute.”

  “No, we are talking about this now. I want to know what you’re going to do about Will Donovan.” She put a hand on her hip.

  “Why do you care so much?” I knew why, but I wanted to hear her say it.

  “He’s not good for you, and you know it.”

  Regret and anger swirled in my gut. She had said the same thing about Maya when she’d come back into Cameron’s life. Vanessa hadn’t been a suitable match for Darren in my mother’s eyes, either. No one would be good enough for her children, but somehow I knew the fight for my future would be a harder one.

  “I’m sorry he’s not the right brand of white collar for you, Mother. But I care about him, and I’m seeing him. I don’t know if it’s going to go anywhere long-term, but you can’t freak out on me every time I date a guy.”

  “Your father is concerned. Having invested in Donovan’s shoddy fund is damaging enough, but having his daughter tied to this debacle is a slap in the face. Don’t you see that? This isn’t about you, Olivia. Stop being so selfish.”

  I swallowed over a wave of tears. “Can we talk about this later?”

  Past her rigid frame, I saw guests entering the restaurant through the front door.

  “Tell me you’re not going to see him anymore.” Her voice was strained and threateningly quiet.

  The crumbling foundation of who I was seemed to crack, breaking wide open. I couldn’t be who she wanted me to be. Not anymore.

  “I’m sorry, Mom. I can’t do that.”

  WILL

  “Thanks for coming by.” Bill’s eyes were slightly glossy as he ushered me inside.

  My father was a fifty-year-old bachelor, and nothing about his luxury high-rise apartment felt like home. Everything inside was modern and cold. Black and whites and grays. The decor was sparse and high contrast. Olivia would probably hate it.

  “What’s going on? You said it was urgent.”

  “Frank Bridge is on his way here.”

  Inside I cursed, but I didn’t let on in any other way that
I was concerned. If I’d been struggling to keep my cool with her brothers, I didn’t know what the hell I was going to do with her father in front of me. But how would he know that I was with Olivia?

  “What does that have to do with me?”

  He walked to the wet bar and refilled his glass halfway with an expensive scotch, the kind he saved for the best days and the worst days.

  “Rumors are going around that you might be taking over the fund. I’m guessing whatever he wants to say to me he wants to say to you too.”

  I frowned. “He’s an investor?”

  Bill nodded and sucked back a gulp. “His son was fucking around with Reilly’s assistant, Vanessa. Socked him in the nose, so Frank invested to make the problem go away. I’m pretty sure the girl could have filed harassment charges against Reilly anyway. Idiot had a hard-on for her that just wouldn’t go away, but who knows how far that would have gone? Now that we’re in a whole different world of shit, I’m sure Frank’s rethinking his decision.”

  “Is that why you’re drinking at ten a.m.?”

  “No. I just got a call from my lawyer.” He set the glass down and his shoulders hunched. “I’m being indicted. We all are.”

  “Fuck,” I said through gritted teeth. No matter how I despised his actions, I couldn’t celebrate the news.

  We’d expected this, but somehow the reality that he was going to face legal action devastated me more than I could have imagined.

  “Who’s being charged?”

  “Reilly, Dermott, me, and a handful of others who took the kickbacks. The charges against Reilly and Dermott are more serious. Regardless, Reilly Donovan Capital is going to crumble as soon as this hits the press. We’ll be finished.”

  He filled his glass a little more, moved to the couch, and dropped down. He stared out to the terrace. “Life can change in an instant. Things start moving too fast and you forget to think everything through. People get cocky, greedy. Before you know it, you’re knee-deep in shit, praying you did at least one thing right that’ll save you from sinking all the way down.” He drew his hand down his face and sighed. “I’m sorry, Will. For all of this. You don’t deserve it.”