Lost Without You: Book 2 in the Chasing Olivia Series

by Jillian Anselmi

  “I brought some dresses with me and there’s a tailor here in case they’re too big or small.” Amanda looks over at me. “No, they should be okay, maybe have them taken in slightly.”

  “Yay, I love new dresses!” Miranda squeals. I inwardly fume. Maybe Miranda is used to this kind of thing, but expensive dresses and shoes that cost more than my car make me uncomfortable.

  “What color is the dress?” I ask, not really wanting to know the answer.

  “It’s called haze. It’s a blue color, like the waters here.”

  “Ohhh, who made it?” Of course Miranda would want to know that.

  “Herve Leger, it’s one of his bandage line dresses. It’s called Viviane, and it’s exclusive.” I wonder if Chase knew about this.

  “Ohmigod, I absolutely adore his line,” Miranda gushes.

  “The dress will go fantastic with the Jimmy Choo silver sandals I got. Olivia, Chase gave me your shoe size,” Amanda tells me. Of course he did, the rat bastard.

  “Oh,” I mumble, displeased.

  “Don’t be mad at Chase. He told me you hate surprises, but I begged him not to tell you.”

  “Does this mean silver toes?” Miranda asks, in her own little fashion world, while I’m still reeling over Chase keeping this from me.

  “Yes. Silver for the toes, and French for the fingers.”

  The rest of the morning was a blur. Bodies massaged, faces primped, fingers and toes shiny new, by the time we’re finished, it’s close to one. Once our nails are dry, we set off to the Lotus restaurant to meet up with the guys.

  “Let’s wait for the boys at the bar. They should be here soon,” Amanda suggests.

  “Yes, great idea. I could use a glass of champagne,” Miranda says, scurrying off ahead of us.

  “Good afternoon, ladies, how can I be of service?”Our bartender has a dazzling smile that would make any girl blush, and his accent is sexy as hell. If I had to guess, I’d say he’s Australian.

  “We would like a bottle of champagne, do you have a list?”

  “Beautiful lady, we have anything and everything you desire. Is there a particular champagne you have in mind?”

  “What do you guys think?” Amanda asks us both.

  “I like Dom,” Miranda answers.

  “I personally love Clicquot,” I mention.

  “Ohhh, that’s good, too,” Miranda agrees. “What about you, Amanda?”

  “Either one is good.” Amanda turns to the gorgeous bartender. “Do you have Clicquot?”

  “Of course, give me just a minute,” he says before walking away.

  “I don’t know about you girls, but I am starving.” Miranda reaches across the bar, picks up three menus, and hands one to each of us.

  Glancing at the menu, I notice lots of fish and salads. Perfect for lunch.

  “I hope he brings back more than one bottle. Between my and Nate’s parents arriving soon, I’ll need to have a good buzz going to deal with them both.”

  “What time are their flights?” I ask.

  “I’m not sure. They aren’t flying commercial, so it’s whenever they boarded the plane back in NY.”

  The bartender appears carrying three bottles of Clicquot. He places two in ice behind the bar, sets three champagne flutes on the bar top, and pours us each a glass.

  “Ladies, my name is Noah. Anything you need, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

  “Thank you, Noah,” Miranda flirts.

  “And your names are?”

  “I’m Miranda, this is Olivia, and this is Amanda. Amanda is getting married tomorrow.”

  “Beautiful names, for beautiful women.” Noah smiles, a dimple popping out of his left cheek. I sit quietly.

  “What accent is that?” Amanda asks coyly.

  “I was born a few miles north of Sydney.”

  “I knew it! I knew that accent was Australian!” Miranda shrieks. Noah looks over at me and smiles.

  “What about you, lovely lady?” I take a sip of my champagne.

  “What about me?”

  “Were you taking mental guesses? It’s okay, everyone does.”

  “Not really. I’m not really good with accents.”

  “Well,” he reaches over to touch my hand, “I am enjoying your New York accent.” This is uncomfortable. I pull my hand back and reach for the bottle of champagne, but he beats me to it and tops off my glass.

  “How did you know we were from New York?” Miranda asks, astonished he hit the nail on the head.

  “New York has a very unique accent. How did you know I was an Aussie?”

  “Point made,” Amanda acknowledges, nodding her head.

  “How long are you ladies here?” Noah asks, looking at me.

  “We’re leaving Sunday afternoon,” Miranda answers for us.

  “So, you’re here all weekend?”

  “Yes, we are,” Chase answers behind me, putting his arms around my waist.

  “Chase!” Amanda jumps off her stool and moves toward him.

  “Hello, beautiful,” he whispers in my ear before releasing me to hug Amanda.

  “How was your spa retreat?” he asks Amanda.

  “Perfect, thank you.”

  “Hello, Miranda.”

  “Chase,” Miranda nods. “Where’s Justin?”

  “Yes, where are the other two?” Amanda asks.

  “They’ll be here in a few minutes. I was just slightly faster.”

  “Would you like a glass of champagne?” Noah asks Chase.

  “No. Single malt scotch, neat.” As Noah scurries off to pour Chase’s drink, Chase pulls me into an embrace once again.

  “I missed you,” he mouths.

  “I missed you, too. Did you have a good time?”

  “Yes, how was it?” Amanda asks.

  “Great. I hooked a yellow-fin tuna, so did Nate. Justin, on the other hand, almost fell overboard,” Chase says, laughing.

  “Are you sure you didn’t try to push him?” Amanda asks, laughing.

  “No, not this time. Dumbass wasn’t strapped in when he hooked a big one. Almost dragged him head first into the water. He was dangling over the edge of the boat. Nate and I had to grab a leg and pull him back in.” Noah hands Chase his scotch and he takes a welcoming sip.

  “Oh no,” Miranda moans.

  “Almost lost the pole,” Chase chuckles.

  “Don’t let him exaggerate. It wasn’t that bad,” Justin says as he and Nathan walk up to the bar. Miranda jumps up to hug Justin.

  “Yes it was,” Nathan says, laughing. “I wish I had it on video.”

  “It seems you guys enjoyed yourself,” Amanda says as Nathan pulls her into an embrace.

  “Can we eat now? I’m starving,” Justin whines, trying to redirect the conversation.

  “Stop whining.” Chase playfully shoves Justin, then turns his attention back to me. “You smell fantastic, and your skin is so soft,” he says, stroking my cheek.

  “That’s what a facial will do for you,” I say, smiling.

  “Well, if we aren’t going to eat just yet, I need a drink.”

  “Yes, sirs. What would you care for?” Noah asks, not as flirtatious as before.

  “Beer?” Justin asks Nathan. He nods his head in agreement. “We’ll take two Blue Moons.” Noah reaches underneath the bar, pulls out two bottles of Blue Moon, and passes them to Nathan and Justin.

  Justin takes a long pull. “Hell of a morning, huh?” he chuckles. “How was your day?” he asks Miranda.

  “Absolutely fabulous,” she answers with a tender kiss.

  “Did you enjoy yourself?” Chase asks, his eyes burning into mine.

  “It was amazing, thank you.”

  “I would give you this every day, if you’d let me,” Chase whispers beside my ear, so only I can hear him.

  “I know you would.”

  “Nate, have you heard from your parents?” Amanda asks.

  “Last time I heard from them, they were about to take off. Should be here around three.
”

  “It’s one-thirty now, that doesn’t leave us much time,” Amanda murmurs as she slams back her champagne.

  “I’m glad I’m not on that plane,” Justin mumbles.

  “Yeah, me, too. That is not going to be a fun trip,” Nathan concurs. I look at Chase.

  “Their parents have slightly different views on things,” he chuckles.

  “So, they don’t get along?” I ask.

  “That’s an understatement,” Nathan quips.

  “They’re like oil and water,” Amanda adds.

  “Amanda’s mom wanted a huge wedding back home, but she and my mom couldn’t agree on anything, especially who to invite. That’s when we decided to do a destination wedding. The only people invited were us and my parents. No drama.”

  “No drama? Yeah, right,” Amanda says. “My mom will be up my ass from the minute she steps off that plane, trying to control everything.”

  Nathan finishes his beer, and says, “Okay, enough talk. I need to eat, and definitely drink, before they get here.”

  “Yes, good idea,” Amanda agrees.

  “I’ll have a hostess take you to a table.” Noah wanders off to find someone to seat us.

  A few minutes later, appearing from out of nowhere, is a pretty little hostess. “I have the perfect table waiting for you outside,” she says.

  “Just wait, this is going to be an interesting weekend,” Chase says as he helps me off my stool and we walk to our awaiting table.

  We’re seated at a large table under a giant wooden roof. The space is wide open, with tables set sporadically underneath. Ceiling fans help to keep us cool, as well as slotted wood window-like structures along the outskirts, to keep the tables in the shade. From where our table is located, we have a fantastic view of the beach and crystal clear water.

  Chase pulls out my chair and takes the chair next to me as I sit. As everyone else takes their places, two waiters appear, placing menus on the table in front of us.

  “I already know what I want,” Miranda says to no one in particular.

  “Everything sounds so good,” I murmur to Chase. He nods his head in agreement.

  Noah brings over the bottle of champagne we left on the bar along with a champagne bucket and places it between Amanda and Miranda. Chase growls low in displeasure before asking, “Can I get three Blue Moons?” There’s a hint of impatience coating his words.

  “Yes, sir. Right away.” Chase places his hand on my thigh, his fingers strumming the inside of my leg.

  “Stop,” I whisper.

  “Stop what?” he asks innocently.

  “With the growling and nastiness. I know what you’re doing.”

  “I’m not doing anything,” he murmurs, his hand moving higher up my leg. Thank goodness the table has a cloth over it.

  “He’s the bartender,” I say, ignoring his traveling fingers.

  “I know.” He smiles, his eyes sparkling.

  Noah brings back beers and Chase takes his, raising it in the air.

  “Here’s to a fantastic weekend with great friends,” Chase toasts. Everyone follows suit, clinking their drinks.

  “So, after lunch, say around four, I need Olivia and Miranda to try on their dresses. I’m pretty sure they’ll fit without alterations. Then, assuming my parents are here, we’ll do a dry run of the ceremony.” Amanda turns her attention to Nathan. “Did you speak to the wedding officiate?”

  “Yup, all set for tomorrow at five.”

  “Good,” she breathes, looking relieved.

  “Are you ready to order?” one of the servers asks.

  “I believe we are,” Justin answers.

  Starting with the ladies, she makes her way around the table. As the waitress walks off, Miranda says, “So, what are we doing tonight? We need to have a bachelorette party, don’t we?” I look over at Chase. He doesn’t look thrilled with the idea either.

  “I don’t know. There isn’t much to do here,” Amanda says.

  “We can go over to the main island. There are plenty of bars and people over there,” Miranda offers.

  “That’s a fantastic idea!” Justin blurts out. “And the outlaws will be here. By themselves.”

  “That does sound appealing,” Amanda says, appearing to think about the idea.

  “We can all go over and have our respective bachelor and bachelorette parties at the same place,” Chase says, gauging my reaction.

  “No!” Miranda shouts. “You guys can come along, but we are not spending our bachelorette party in the same club. Not happening.”

  “Why not?” Chase asks.

  “Because,” Miranda starts, “I don’t want you boys watching our every move.”

  “Trust me, we won’t misbehave,” Amanda says to Nathan.

  Smiling, Nathan caves. “I don’t see a problem with that, do you guys? There are three different casinos on Providenciales. We’ll have plenty to do.”

  Justin practically jumps out of his chair, he’s so excited. Chase, not so much. His hand is back on my thigh, clenching with a vice-like grip.

  “Olivia, are you in?” Miranda asks. I turn to glance at Chase. “Don’t ask him, yes or no?”

  “Sure,” I answer far too quickly. Chase’s grip tightens. “It’ll be fine,” I whisper so only he can hear me. He answers with a grunt.

  “Yay! We can do all of those things you do at bachelorette parties.” Miranda is thinking about this way too hard, and Amanda seems to be going along with it.

  “If we’re going to do this, I want to spend some quality time alone with you first. Eat fast. We’re leaving as soon as you’re finished,” Chase growls in my ear.

  Finished with lunch, Chase practically drags me back to our villa. “Don’t forget your dress fitting!” Amanda yells as I’m led away.

  “I won’t,” I call back.

  Chase’s pace is so fast, I almost have to jog to keep up.

  “Chase, slow down! I’m vertically challenged and can’t walk that fast.”

  Finally reaching our villa, he stops before the entrance. Turning to me, he grabs the sides of my face. “If you’re going to be surrounded by horny men tonight, I want you sore. So sore, you won’t think about having sex with anyone else.”

  “Chase, I—”

  Before I can finish my sentence, his lips find mine. He kisses me hard and breaks away. Bending down, he throws me over his shoulder and carries me into the villa. Making his way quickly through the massive rooms, he enters the bedroom and tosses me onto the bed. “Strip,” he commands.

  Lifting myself off the bed, I stretch upward like a cat after napping in the noonday sun. Kneeling with my legs spread, I look directly in to Chase’s eyes as I peel off my shirt. His eyes darken with desire, his pupils dilating as he drinks me in. Standing on the bed, I shimmy out of my shorts. Hooking my fingers in my panties, I pull them down my thighs, inch by inch. Chase bites his lower lip and growls low in his throat. “Oh, baby. I’m going to show you there’s no one else but me. You’re mine.”

  Tackling me, his mouth is everywhere—my lips, my ears, my throat. His hand skims my hip, cupping my ass. His breathing is harsh, his control starting to unravel.

  “On your knees,” he orders through gritted teeth. I comply, moving off the bed. “Suck,” he growls, holding his cock out for me.

  I take hold of him in my hands and stroke him up and down. “Put your hands behind your back, I just want your mouth,” he snaps. Locking my fingers behind my back, I obey. Gripping the sides of my head, he holds me steady, his hips thrusting forward and back. My mouth and lips suck at him, my tongue swirling around his length. Chase threads his fingers in my hair and picks up his pace, thrusting harder, pushing further.

  He inches deeper into my mouth, until he’s hitting the back of my throat. Each time he hits, he groans louder. The force of his cock triggers my gag reflex, but I swallow through it. His cock swells with each thrust, his breath hissing between his teeth, his jaw clamped tight. Tears begin to stream down my face, but I
don’t care. “Fuck,” he moans and stills as he comes violently in my mouth. Thrusting two more times, I milk him dry.

  Pulling me up, he brushes a tear from my cheek, his eyes blazing. Fueled with need, he thrusts his tongue past my lips while pushing me back toward the bed. My legs hit the mattress, forcing me back on my elbows. I open wide and he licks his lips, taking in the sight. “Now, it’s my turn.”

  Without warning, his head disappears between my legs and he buries his tongue inside me, slowly moving it in and out. I whimper, causing Chase to groan. Lifting his head momentarily, he growls, “I fucking love that sound. That sound you make, only for me.” He swirls his tongue around my clit, nipping and sucking as he goes, driving me mad with need.

  I begin to twitch, my back arching off the bed. Knowing I’m close, he inserts a finger deep inside me, massaging my sweet spot. Sending shock waves of sensation through my entire body, my orgasm consumes me, and I cry out in euphoria.

  Before I can fully come down from my high, Chase swings my legs onto the bed and climbs on top of me. “I am going to fuck you so hard, you’ll feel me inside you for days,” he growls, then slams into me. I scream out in pleasure and pain.

  His eyes are wild, staring down at me with a palpable intensity. He stops deep inside me, rolling his hips. “Who will you be thinking about tonight?” he says through gritted teeth.

  “You,” I pant. “Only you.”

  “Damn fucking straight,” he grunts as he slams into me again. Groaning, I throw my head back. Thrust for thrust, I arch my hips to meet his, intensifying the pleasure. Another orgasm builds, the familiar sensation overcoming me.

  He stops and pulls out of me, causing me to groan at the empty feeling he leaves in his wake. Taking both my legs, he rests them on his shoulders and presses his body into mine, pushing them close to my chest. Gripping my thighs, Chase slams into me again.

  “Fuck,” I scream, everything inside me constricting.

  “I want you sore,” he hisses. “I want you to remember who was here.”

  “Chase,” I cry out, ready to combust.

  “You. Are. Mine.” Accentuating every word in rhythm with his thrusts, Chase pounds into me harder, faster. My body reaching its high, my climax crashes through me, causing Chase to find his own release. With two quick thrusts, his body tenses and jerks as he pours himself into me.