Keeping the Biker's Oath (Dogs of Fire: Savannah Chapter Book 5) Page 5

He dropped me onto a bed, grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the edge. “You and I obviously need to get a few things straight.”

  “You and I don’t need to do shit.”

  “You don’t think?” he challenged, sliding his hand between my legs and fingering my clit over my panties.

  “Tristan.”

  “You want to fight or fuck, Olivia?”

  I squeezed my eyes shut.

  “Consent, Liv.” He pulled his hand away. “I need a verbal.”

  “You’re an asshole.”

  “An asshole who can make you come more than once.” He leaned close, smiling slowly. “Do you wanna come, baby?”

  I scowled at him but didn’t answer.

  “What do you want, baby?”

  “I want you to fuck me, then walk away,” I snapped. “Can you do that?”

  “Yeah, Liv, I can do that.”

  “Bullshit.”

  “Baby, you’re the one who can’t let go,” he pointed out.

  “Watch me,” I growled.

  His mouth landed on mine and then we were all tongues and teeth and desperation. He unzipped my romper, pushing it from my body with a hiss. “I hate this fuckin’ thing.”

  I couldn’t help but smile. I knew this. He didn’t like that it wasn’t easy access, so I never wore it. I figured I’d be safe wearing it today. I should have known better.

  Pushing me onto the bed, he yanked aside my panties, the cool air hitting my hot and needy pussy as he slid a finger through my wetness. I rolled my hips, gasping when his hand slapped gently at my clit. He pushed two fingers inside of me, his thumb pressing back against my clit and ordered, “Ride my hand, Liv.”

  I stared up at him as my body seemed to move of its own accord, my pussy gripping his fingers hard. His eyes were hooded as he watched me, his hand working my body like an instrument. “Tristan,” I rasped.

  He removed his hand, bending down to cover my core with his mouth, his tongue delving deep inside, before lapping at my clit. I wove my hands into his hair as he sucked, licked, and bit his way around my core.

  Then he was inside of me, his hands linked with mine, anchoring my arms above my head. “Are we done, Olivia?” he asked, slamming into me.

  “Yes,” I hissed.

  “You’re a liar, baby. We’ll never be done,” he countered, kissing me deeply as he continued to bury himself deep.

  He slid a hand between our bodies, fingering my clit and I came apart in his arms, but I refused to scream his name, keeping my emotion buried as I exploded around him.

  He wasn’t far behind me, then he sat up and dragged his hands down his face. “I don’t know what the hell is going on with you, Olivia, but we need to figure this out.”

  “There’s nothing to figure out.” I sat up and pulled my clothes on, cleaning up the best I could with the box of tissues in the room. “You obviously don’t trust me and if we don’t have trust, we have nothing.”

  “That’s total bullshit and you know it.”

  “Is it?”

  “Baby, I had a momentary lapse in judgement. It had been a shitty week, you and I hadn’t been connecting, and Bonnie caught me at a vulnerable moment. I’m sorry. I can’t keep fuckin’ apologizing for the same thing. You either forgive me or you don’t. It won’t happen again, that I can guarantee you.”

  “And Linda?” I asked, disgusted with how small my voice sounded.

  “Jesus Christ, woman, I gave Linda a ride…and not this kind of ride, just to be clear.” He pulled his jeans on, buttoning them before pulling his T-shirt over his head. “She’s going home with Milky. You know they’ve been fuckin’ for a while. What the hell is goin’ on with you?”

  I threw my hands in the air. “I don’t know, okay? I feel like I’m going crazy. I just need time. Will you give me that?”

  “Honey, I’ll give you all the time in the world, but I’m not willing to let you disappear.”

  “Why not?” I snapped. “Why won’t anyone just let me fuck off?”

  “Because we love you.”

  “Well, I feel smothered,” I whispered. “You always smother me.”

  “I smother you?”

  I nodded, biting back the nausea that my lie caused.

  “Well, I don’t want you to feel smothered, Liv.” He raised his hands in surrender. “I’m sorry I’ve made you feel that way.”

  He turned and walked out the door and I cleaned up and left the house without saying anything to anyone. It was better this way.

  I did send a note of apology for my conduct, along with a new, state of the art blender to Doom and Lyric, but outside of that, I figured they probably didn’t want to see me. It was time to get the hell out of Dodge, and Clementine was the only one I could count on to help me do that.

  Olivia

  Two weeks later…

  MY HEART WAS shattered, and I couldn’t seem to find the strength to put it back together. I was currently ensconced in Clementine’s parents’ cabin in the Blue Ridge Mountains, effectively trying to ‘heal’ from my broken heart, but it wasn’t working.

  I’d been here for six days, after informing my clients I’d be out for a couple of weeks, but available for emergencies. I’d stayed with my brother for four days until we nearly killed each other, then with Clem until she decided I needed isolation. But I was pretty sure she was ready to kill me too.

  Which led me here. I’d left the cabin once… I was in desperate need of some bush control, but otherwise, I stayed inside. My plan was to figure out why I sabotaged everything. So far, however, I’d managed to eat my weight in ice cream, but solve nothing in relation to my life.

  My brother had called a few times, asking if he needed to come and rescue me from myself. I declined his offer. I didn’t know why the men in my life were constantly trying to save me, but it was getting old.

  I’d finally broken down and made a skype appointment with Cindy, but that wasn’t until Tuesday, so I was stuck trying to ‘heal’ myself. I wasn’t doing a good job of that, so I slept.

  “Olivia!” Clementine called, and I forced myself out of bed, wrapping a quilt around me and padding into the kitchen. Clementine frowned and shook her head. “So, showers have become optional, then?”

  I ignored her astute observation and nodded toward the grocery bags sitting on the counter. “What are you doing here?”

  “I guessed that if you don’t have the energy to wash the twat, you wouldn’t have the energy to shop, so I grabbed a few things. Things that aren’t mint chocolate chip.”

  I dropped the back of my hand to my forehead and did my best southern belle distressed voice, whining, “But what about dessert?”

  “Don’t worry, I also replaced the mint chocolate chip you’ve already devoured. I also bought chocolate chip cookie dough.”

  I blinked back tears. “Oh my god, that’s so sweet.”

  “I know. I’m the best friend, ever.” She sighed. “Liv, why don’t you just call him?”

  I shook my head. “I can’t.”

  “Why not?” she asked, dropping the ice cream into the freezer drawer.

  “Because I fucked up!” I snapped.

  She continued to unpack the groceries. “Pretty sure he knows that.”

  “Probably, because if he thought he’d been in the wrong, he’d be here right now with some big gesture trying to fix things.”

  “Does he even know this place exists?” Clementine challenged as she put groceries away. “It’s kind of why you asked to hide here, right?”

  “Please refer to the bestie handbook and leave logic out of this conversation.”

  “Sorry.” Clementine smiled gently, handing me a beer.

  “Has he called you?” I asked hopefully.

  She shook her head, twisting the top off her own beer and taking a swig. “Not even a text. But that shouldn’t come as a surprise. I’ve been using a burner to call and text you.”

  “Right. I forgot about that,” I whispered. “It’s really over.”
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br />   “Why don’t you just go home and talk to him? Work things out.”

  “I don’t think there’s anything to work out anymore,” I said, then took a swig of beer. “He promised he’d always come for me. But I’ve obviously pushed him too far this time.”

  “I’m sorry, honey bunch. Why don’t you go take a shower while I make dinner? I have to head back but let me get you fed before I do that.”

  I nodded, resigned to a life without Doc. “You really are the best friend on the planet, you know that, right?”

  “Oh, I’m totally aware.”

  I grinned and headed to the shower. Admittedly, it did feel better to clean up, although, the damn anvil sitting on my heart didn’t go away. I missed my man and I had no idea how to make any of this right.

  After drying off, I dressed quickly, pulling on one of Doc’s Army sweatshirts before brushing my hair out and studying my reflection in the mirror. I was contemplating going blonde again. I’d tried it a couple of times, but Doc wasn’t a fan. Not that he had much say over the color of my hair, really, but he liked me the way God created me, and said that my natural brunette made my eyes bluer.

  I sighed. I guess it didn’t really matter now. I could shave my head and he’d give no shits whatsoever. Pulling my hair into a scrunchy, I made my way to the kitchen. “Clem, do you need—”

  I froze.

  Doc stood against the kitchen island, his arms crossed, studying me and I was sure I was seeing a ghost. Clementine was nowhere to be seen, and it didn’t appear that anything was cooking on the stove.

  “How—?”

  “Not a word,” he growled.

  I bit my lip. God, he looked wrecked. He had dark rings under his eyes and his cheeks were a little more sunken in than normal. He’d obviously lost weight, and all I wanted to do was wrap my arms around him and hold him before I force fed him.

  “Tris—”

  “I said not one goddamn word, Olivia,” he snapped.

  I nodded, dying to touch him.

  “Thirteen days,” he said, his eyes raking over me.

  “And six hours.” Which was exactly how long we’d been apart.

  He glared at me and I pressed my lips into a thin line to indicate I’d stay quiet.

  “I figured I’d give you two days to sort out whatever the fuck you needed to sort out, but then you disappeared. Off the fuckin’ grid. It took Rabbit six days to find you. Six, Olivia. Do you know what that did to me?”

  “I texted Jazz—”

  “I swear to Christ, woman, I’m holdin’ on by a thread here,” he warned.

  He pushed away from the island and closed the distance between us. I fisted my hands at my side, forcing myself not to touch him.

  “I even called Hayes.”

  “Wow,” I breathed out. “You must have been desperate.”

  “Obviously. So,” he said. “This is it, sweetness. Last chance. I walk out that door, we’re done. Forever.”

  “And if you stay?” I whispered, unable to keep the sound of hope from my voice.

  “Then you never pull anything like this again. You marry me and we make this permanent.”

  “Marriage?”

  “Yep. All the way, Liv.”

  “You realize there’s something seriously wrong with you, right?” I asked.

  “And that shit stops.”

  I met his eyes. “What shit?”

  “The shit talk. You putting yourself down. You saying you’re less than. The shit your mother has drilled into you.”

  I burst into tears and dropped my head to his chest. “I’m so sorry,” I cried, wrapping my arms around his waist. “I love you. I was just so scared. I don’t know why.”

  His hands slid into my hair. “Baby, I know why, you just didn’t stick around long enough to hash it out with me.”

  I nodded into his T-shirt. “Why didn’t you just call Clem?”

  “Because I knew she wouldn’t tell me where you were,” he said. “And the last time I did that, she turned off her phone so I couldn’t track it.”

  I grimaced. “You wouldn’t have been able to track her phone anyway.”

  “Yeah, I fuckin’ know, Olivia,” he snapped. “Rabbit figured out she was using a burner to communicate with you, so he tracked that. It’s why it took me six days to find you.”

  “I can’t believe you came for me.”

  “I told you I would.”

  “I know,” I whispered. “I think I just forget how much you love me sometimes.”

  “No you don’t.”

  “You’re right.” I sighed. “I don’t. I just have this innate need to sabotage our relationship.”

  “So. You gonna marry me?”

  “You really want to saddle yourself with all this crazy for the rest of your life?”

  “Jesus Christ, Olivia,” he hissed. “You wanna rephrase that?”

  I wrinkled my nose. “Seriously?”

  “As a fuckin’ heart attack, Olivia.”

  I shrugged. “I guess I just expected that when you proposed, it would be on one knee and there’d be a ring.”

  He slid his hand into his pocket and knelt before me.

  “Oh my god,” I rasped.

  He held a gorgeous, huge-ass, emerald cut diamond ring, probably three carats, surrounded by two smaller baguette diamonds, in his hand and grinned. “Olivia Joy Worthington, will you marry me?”

  I reached for the ring, but he pulled his hand back.

  “You have to say ‘yes’ first,” he said.

  “Yes.”

  “And you know what that means, right?”

  I nodded.

  He slid it on my ring finger, and I held it up to the light. It fit perfectly and looked stunning on me. Of course it did. My man knew me. He knew my likes, my dislikes, my wants, my needs…everything. It probably cost a mint, especially considering the center diamond was close to flawless.

  He rose to his feet, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close, kissing me gently. “I love you, sweetness.”

  “I love you, too.” I stroked his cheek. “I’m sorry I pulled all this crap.”

  “Good. You should be.”

  I ran a finger over his cheekbone. “How much weight have you lost?”

  “Don’t worry about that right now,” he said, tugging my shirt over my head. “Worry about how sore your ass is gonna be in the morning.”

  “Where’s Clem?” I asked.

  “I sent her home,” he said, unsnapping my bra and dropping it to the floor.

  He palmed my breasts, kneading the heavy flesh as he kissed me roughly. I moaned into his mouth, my hands gripping his scalp as one of his slid to my ass and squeezed.

  “Doc,” I begged. I needed to quench the ache between my legs, but he was going painfully slow.

  He pushed my sweats down my legs, panties and all. “Step out,” he ordered, and I did, leaving myself completely naked. His hand between my shoulder blades guided me down and I gripped the back of the sofa. “Do not move.”

  He kicked my legs further apart, sliding a hand between them and slapping my pussy. I cried out as my body shuddered with need. He gripped my hips and then he was hovering at my entrance. “Thirteen days, Olivia,” he growled as he used my body as an anchor and relentlessly slammed into me. It was too hard and too fast, but the pain felt so, so good.

  I cried out as his palm landed on my ass and I nearly came, but I needed to hold my orgasm back because I wanted more of this. I needed it to last.

  “You ever gonna do that again?” he growled.

  “No,” I promised.

  He slapped me again and I could no longer control my body, screaming his name as I climaxed, my pussy contracting around his cock even as he continued to slam into me. My arms gave out, but he held me tight, keeping me from falling over the sofa, his cock pulsing inside of me as he came.

  He pulled out of me and turned me to face him, kissing me deeply as he lifted me and carried me into the bedroom next to the living ro
om.

  “This isn’t where I’ve been sleeping,” I rasped between kisses.

  “Don’t give a fuck,” he said, setting me on my feet and pulling the comforter down. “On your knees and do not move.”

  I scrambled onto the bed, my body already on fire, ready for whatever he had planned.

  “Changed my mind,” he said when he returned. “On your feet.”

  I slid off the bed and Doc pulled my robe sash out of his backpack.

  “I see you came prepared.”

  He gripped my chin gently. “You’ll speak when I say you can…not before.”

  “Oh, so we’re playing this game, are we?”

  He raised an eyebrow as he took my sash and tied my hands together, tight enough so I couldn’t get out, but not so tight that it hurt. I smiled, pressing my lips into a thin line as my pussy contracted with need.

  His dick was rock hard, and I couldn’t help running my bound hands over it.

  “Olivia,” he warned.

  I smiled without comment, releasing him.

  “There’s a reason I chose this bed,” he said, lifting me onto it, and tying me to the headboard. I tugged at my restraints and realized this was going to be both pleasure and pain, because he was not going to let me touch him.

  “Doc—”

  “Am I going to have to gag you?” he asked.

  I bit my lip, contemplating whether or not I was going to answer that question.

  He grinned, leaning down to kiss me, then he pulled out my favorite vibrator and I let out a quiet squeak of excitement.

  “What do you want, Liv?”

  I licked my lips. “Did you bring lube?”

  “I brought all the lube,” he retorted.

  I swallowed. “Let’s start with Bob in my pussy, then finish with your dick in my ass.”

  He grinned wide. “I can do that, sweetness.”

  “But I want to touch you.”

  “No.”

  I frowned. “Tristan.”

  “This is your penance, Olivia,” he said, turning on the vibrator and sliding it down my body, pressing it against my clit, my newly waxed pussy still sensitive to touch.

  I arched into the tremor, my body on fire, but Doc pulled the toy away and I whimpered with need. He chuckled, leaning down and covering my clit with this mouth as he slid Bob into my pussy, and I cried out with pleasure as he pressed the vibrator against my g-spot.