Unfinished Heroes: Sebring Part 39

I continued my silence, again not just because that did indeed happen and there was no point denying it.

"And now you finally get it that your body is mine, your c.u.n.t is mine, your a.s.s is mine, your everything is mine and you can trust me to give you what you need because," he dipped closer, "you can just f.u.c.kin' trust me and you say in the f.u.c.ked-up mess we've built we got nothin' to figure out?"

"I-"

"Shut it," he growled.

I snapped my mouth shut not because he told me to but because I was getting angry and I'd been taught not to speak when I was angry.

"You're spending the night," he repeated. "Now, have you eaten?"

Have I eaten?

Was he crazy?

I glared at him.

"Olivia, have you eaten?" he asked impatiently.

"We are not doing this," I declared.

"We are," he shot back. "And that discussion has been had. Now, tell me, have you f.u.c.kin' eaten?"

"The discussion hasn't been had considering I said one word during it before you rudely interrupted me."

"Did you come here thinkin' I needed you?"

"Did you text me to trick me into thinking you did?" I returned.

"No, I texted you because I wanted your a.s.s here so I could ream it for givin' me that f.u.c.kin' amazing painting but writin' that just f.u.c.kin' f.u.c.ked-up note, makin' it clear you weren't gonna search for your own happiness which meant I had to do somethin' about that s.h.i.+t. Which, even if it p.i.s.sed me off, was good since I was lookin' for an excuse to do that and you gave me one. And then after I reamed your a.s.s, I intended to tag it. That's all done. And you don't gotta bother answering. I know like you know I know that you came here thinkin' I needed you. Which says it f.u.c.kin' all."

"Sebring-"

He got so close the tip of his nose brushed mine.

"Livvie, we're gonna figure this out."

Nick on top of me, his c.o.c.k still inside me, I started trembling but for a different reason this time.

He felt it. I knew it when I saw the rage flash through his eyes before he buried it and forced his arms under me so he was holding me.

"You toe his line," he whispered.

"Sebring-"

"He burned you. You toe his line. You don't ever step over it. You did and you earned his lesson. So now you don't ever step over that f.u.c.kin' line. Am I right?"

Caught in his eyes, I let the blue close me in and it was just him again for me.

"He owns me."

The flash of wrath shot through his gaze again before he slid out of me and rolled us to our sides, keeping me close in his arms.

"I own you," he decreed.

"Sebring-"

"Livvie, not ten minutes ago, you gave yourself to me. He can't own you when you belong to me."

"You don't understand."

"I didn't feel the burn but I see the scars so I do understand, baby. But that's done. It was done the minute you walked to my chair in the club. I owned you then. And you own me."

I closed my eyes and dipped my chin into my throat.

G.o.d, I wanted to own him. I wanted him to be mine.

And I wanted him to own me.

I felt Nick's lips at the top of my hair.

"We're gonna do this right. Take it slow. Build the trust. Figure it out. And do it smart. You with me, Livvie?"

I tipped my head so my lips were at his throat but I didn't open my eyes when I whispered fervently, "He can't know. It isn't about me. But he can't know. I can't go through it again. Not it happening to me. Watching."

Nick slid his arm up my spine and curled it around the back of my neck.

"Leary," he said quietly.

I pressed my lips deeper into his throat, murmuring, "He can't know."

"He won't know, honey."

"He can't know," I repeated.

"He won't touch me."

"He can't know."

"Shh," he shushed me, his hand at my neck s.h.i.+fting to sift through my hair.

It took a while but eventually it worked. I turned my head so my cheek was to his throat and relaxed in his arms.

"I need to keep you safe, Sebring," I whispered.

"I'm safe, Livvie."

"You need to let me keep you safe."

"If that means letting you go, that's not gonna happen."

I sighed and said, "They watch my house."

"Okay," he replied slowly.

"They have a tracker on my car."

I felt his body grow taut.

"f.u.c.k," he clipped. "Do you-?"

"I take it off before coming here."

"G.o.ddammit," he muttered, then, "Lavish cage," but said no more.

That was when I took a chance and gave him some more of me.

"They don't know about the club. When I go, Harry drives me."

"Harry?"

"A leftover from another time. He's loyal to me. He also knows the drill. He's the one who showed me how to find a tracker on my car and remove it without them knowing."

"Right."

Nick again said no more and I didn't either. I just lay in his arms trying to get back that feeling of just Nick and me.

But the fear kept invading.

Nick felt it.

"He's not gonna hurt me and he's sure as f.u.c.k is not gonna hurt you, Olivia. You got no reason to trust that but we work this out, we build it, you'll eventually get there with me."

The fear started choking me and to release some of it, I shared, "He won't let me go easy."

"I don't give a f.u.c.k how hard it is on him."

For some reason, I expected there to be more.

There wasn't.

That was it. Simple.

To Nick, it was a foregone conclusion.

No, not even that.

To Nick, it was done.

I was Vincent Shade's no longer.

I belonged to Nick Sebring.

With some surprise, on that simple thought, I felt the tension ebb from me.

He felt it too.

"Now, babe, this time answer me. Have you eaten? Because I haven't and I'm f.u.c.kin' starving."

"No," I answered. "I haven't eaten."

"Right," he muttered. His arms tightening around me, he dragged me up the bed so we were face to face. I opened my eyes and caught his just in time for him to finish, "Got nothin' in the fridge. So we're ordering a pizza."

Nick was ordering us a pizza.

I was a girl with her guy, spending the night at his place, f.u.c.king and ordering pizza.

Normal.

Simple.

Real.

The last of the tension s.h.i.+fted out of me.

"I hope you have beer."

His concentration s.h.i.+fted and he muttered, "I'll run out and get some."

"Sebring?" I called.

His attention focused again on me.

I had something to say but when I got those blue eyes, I couldn't get anything out of me.

So I did the only thing I could do.

I moved to him and touched my mouth to his, my eyes open and I hoped communicating.

I had a feeling he read me because one hand glided in my hair, the other one glided down to cup my a.s.s and he rolled into me, taking my lip touch and turning it into a hot, hard, rough kiss.

He ended the kiss by rolling us again, him to his back, me on top of him, whereupon he immediately smacked my a.s.s and muttered against my mouth, "Now go get me the pizza menu. Famous's. Top drawer, left back of the kitchen."

I heard not a single word out of his mouth.

"You smacked my a.s.s," I declared, eyes narrowing.

"Do it again, you don't get me the menu. And grab my cell on the way back. It's in my slacks."