Reviving Olivia (Project DEEP Book 7) Page 18

  “E?”

  “I’m here, Dad. What the hell is going on? You didn’t call. It’s been eight days.”

  “I’m sorry, sweetie. I’ve been working on those names, and about a hundred other things.”

  Damon wondered what “other things” could be more important, but he didn’t ask. “Can you send us the names, sir?”

  Ash sighed. “No. That’s part of the problem. That’s a very sensitive list of people, and I haven’t been able to reach the guy I’d hoped could access the code.”

  “People just tried to kill us, Dad.” Olivia’s voice squeaked. Her knuckles were white where she gripped the seat next to the phone.

  “I know. I’m so sorry. Declan will get you someplace safe. Lie low there. Don’t move. Let me handle this.”

  “Handle what, Dad? This is insane.”

  “I know, but I don’t want you involved. I’m going to take care of it.”

  “I’m already involved. All of us are. Dozens of people, in fact.”

  “And Blue Cell hasn’t found anyone else. So, every one of you needs to hang tight. I’m going to fix this.”

  Olivia groaned. “How are you going to fix this from Moscow? With a few calls?” Her voice was sarcastic.

  Damon had to agree with her, though he wouldn’t dare speak to her father—a man he’d never met—in that tone. Thank God she did it for him.

  “I need you to trust me, sweetie.”

  Olivia was crying now. She wiped her tears from her cheeks. “I do trust you, Daddy. Of course, but I can’t just sit and wait. We can’t just keep hiding.”

  “You must. At least for a few more days. Please. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.”

  “Sir,” Damon interrupted, “wouldn’t it be better if we headed for Montana? That’s where the DEEP team is.”

  “No.” Ash sighed. “I don’t want anyone to recognize E.”

  Damon held his breath, trying to make sense of that statement. “Who the hell would recognize her? And who cares?”

  “E, sweetie. You know I’d give my own life for you. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, and you’ve been the only thing that keeps me going for thirty-three years, but I’ve been severely compromised. That’s why I hid you in the first place.”

  “Why, Daddy?” Her voice was cracking. It broke Damon’s heart to watch her suffer like this. He was glad Spencer was next to her and pulled her into his side, wiping her tears from her cheeks.

  “They think you know something, sweetie.”

  She swallowed hard. “Do I?”

  “No. You don’t. But Blue Cell doesn’t know that. I swear to you, I’m going to fix this,” he stated for the thousandth time.

  She nodded. “Okay.”

  “Damon? Spencer?”

  “Yes, sir,” they replied in unison.

  “Promise me you’ll lie low for a few days. Promise me you’ll keep my daughter safe.”

  “You know we will,” Damon responded.

  “I have to go. You still have the secure phone I gave you?”

  “Yes,” Spencer answered. It had been in their escape backpack.

  “Don’t call out on it. Just wait for me. I’ll call you the moment I can.”

  Hopefully with good news…

  It was dark when Declan pulled up to a rustic-looking home a few hours north of Denver after winding up the mountainside. He shut off the engine and leaned over the seat to meet everyone’s gaze.

  Spencer was alert and nervous. He’d been holding Olivia’s hand for a long time, probably too tight.

  “I’m going to leave you here. I’ve got to touch base with my people and arrange for someone else to take over from the area.” He glanced around. “There are neighbors, but they are far apart. No one should approach. This house is maintained as a rental property. There’s no need to keep the lights out or anything. The neighbors are used to seeing people come and go from here.

  “It’s well-stocked,” he continued. “Food. Clothes. Everything you’ll need. Just stay put. Don’t wander away or do anything to draw unnecessary attention. Though someone will patrol the area and keep an eye on you, they might not approach. When someone does come, they will call first and let you know. I’ll be back as soon as I can to make sure you’re okay.”

  Spencer released Olivia’s hand and rubbed his palms on his jeans. This was ludicrous. They were totally trapped here. They didn’t even have a car.

  Damon sighed, and then he opened the passenger door.

  Spencer followed his lead, holding the backpack and reaching for Olivia so she would slide out his side as well.

  “Key’s under the mat,” Declan added. “Good luck.”

  Damon shut the front door at the same time Spencer shut the back door. The night was dark and quiet. The only sounds were those of nature. The only light came from the stars and a small porch light next to the front door.

  Damon led them toward the house as Spencer took Olivia’s hand again and followed. For some reason, he couldn’t stand to break contact with her. Not even for a moment. She was life-affirming. His. Hers. Damon’s. All their lives.

  After Damon bent down to retrieve the key and then open the front door, Declan started the engine and pulled away.

  Spencer stepped inside first, ducking under Damon’s arm. He pulled Olivia behind him. And then the three of them stood just inside the door as Damon closed it. “Well,” Spencer declared as Damon turned on the lights, “it’s larger than the studio apartment or any of the hotel rooms.”

  Olivia slid her free hand up his arm and leaned in to set her head on his shoulder. “Small blessings.”

  Damon set a palm on both their shoulders and took a deep breath. “I don’t know about you two, but the thought of any one of us being in a different room makes my skin crawl.”

  Olivia snorted. “Agreed.”

  Spencer wandered forward, releasing Olivia to explore. He noted the spacious great room with a modern kitchen that had a table for six instead of two.

  There was a fireplace with a television mounted over it, a sectional that all three of them would easily be able to lounge on, and a large oval rug with a coffee table. The floors were hardwood, the walls painted a medium warm brown. Most of the house was decorated in shades of brown in fact.

  Damon passed Spencer, headed for the hallway. He spun around and smiled. “Look, three bedrooms, and two baths.”

  Spencer approached him, Olivia at his side. “What would we ever do with three bedrooms?” he joked.

  Damon was blocking the hallway with his hands resting on both walls. His eyes were dancing.

  “What are you grinning about?” Olivia asked.

  “There’s a king-sized bed in the master.”

  She giggled. “Blessed angels. There is a god.”

  “I’m not sure I’d go that far,” Spencer grumbled.

  Damon spun around and led them to the first room on the left.

  Spencer ducked under his arm and groaned. “Thank God. I’m spoiled from the hotel beds. The thought of squeezing into a queen again makes me cringe.”

  Olivia headed for the attached bath. “I need a shower, and then I intend to get incredibly acquainted with that bed.” She turned and shot them a grin, already pulling her shirt over her head.

  “A shower sounds good,” Damon returned, sauntering toward her.

  Spencer was drawn to follow, and when he rounded the entrance to the bathroom, he whistled. The shower was big enough for all of them. He pulled his own shirt over his head as he kept walking.

  Olivia kicked off her shoes and then reached for the button on her jeans. “Uh-uh. I got here first. Back off.”

  Damon grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his side. “It’s big enough for all of us.”

  She flushed and glanced away, her breathing heavier.

  Spencer joined Damon, his hands on the zipper of his jeans. He’d toed off his shoes already too. When he reached them, he batted Olivia’s hands away and tugged her jeans
down her sweet body. She gripped his shoulders as she stepped out of the denim.

  In her bra and panties, she’d never looked so gorgeous, nor had she looked so nervous.

  “You okay?” Damon asked, obviously picking up on the same vibe.

  She shrugged, crossing her arms. “It’s weird. We’ve spent so much time together, but still…”

  Spencer grabbed her waist and planted a brief kiss on her lips. “You’ve been under a lot of stress. We gave you space.”

  He worried about her hesitation. If she wasn’t ready to have sex with them or she was too tired or too freaked out from the day, he would understand. He knew Damon would also. But what if it was more? What if she was having second thoughts?

  She took a long deep breath and exhaled, her shoulders pulling back as she dropped her arms to her sides and shifted her gaze back and forth between the two of them.

  Damon cleared his throat. He looked as concerned as Spencer felt. “No one is pressuring you, Livvy.”

  She shook her head. “I know.”

  “If you want to shower alone, or even sleep in separate bedrooms, just say so,” Damon added.

  She reached for both of them, cupping their faces. “Not a chance in hell. I’m just nervous.”

  Spencer cocked his head to one side. “You know us. What’s to be nervous about? You’ve been with two people before. Right?” He was certain she’d given them that impression.

  “Yes.” Her voice wobbled. “But I’ve never had sex with two people who meant as much to me as you two do. It’s one thing to fool around experimenting for fun. This is…something else. It…matters to me.”

  Damon slid his hand up to the back of her neck. “It matters to me too, baby.”

  “And me,” Spencer added. “A fuck of a lot.”

  Her cheeks turned red. “Okay, then. So you know why I’m nervous.”

  Damon released her to remove his clothes. “Let’s start with a shower. I bet if I maneuver things correctly, you’ll no longer be nervous by the time we get out.” He winked at her.

  Spencer discarded his jeans and then reached to turn the water on in the shower enclosure. His cock was already stiff and bobbing. Pleading with him.

  When he turned around, he found Damon staring at his package, smiling. Damon’s dick was just as stiff. Good. His hand was on Olivia’s ass. She’d ditched her panties and bra.

  Spencer held the glass door opened and made a sweep of his hand to indicate they should get inside the steaming enclosure.

  Damon urged Olivia forward with his hand on her ass still.

  She stepped inside and under the spray, a sigh of contentment escaping her lips.

  Damon hesitated before entering, his gaze wandering down Spencer’s body until Spencer shivered under the intensity. He didn’t dare let himself act boldly for fear he might embarrass himself by either reaching out to stroke Damon or moaning prematurely.

  Damon smirked, knowingly, and wrapped his hand around Spencer’s girth, stroking it up over the tip before stepping into the shower.

  Spencer was left without oxygen, swaying forward, afraid he might lose his balance and trip when all his blood rushed south.

  Damon had grabbed the shampoo and was squirting some in his hand as Spencer shut the door. Damon nodded at the bar of soap. “You wash her body. I’ll do her hair.”

  Her eyes fluttered and then closed. “I can wash myself,” she whispered with no real fight in her voice.

  Damon didn’t respond. Instead, he angled her head toward him, set his hands on her scalp, and made her moan as he massaged the shampoo into her long hair.

  Spencer was glad Damon had angled her body so that her back was to his front because the view Spencer had was of her glorious tits, narrow waist, and pussy. His hands shook as he grabbed the soap, made a lather in his palms, and then closed the distance so that only inches separated their chests. He set his hands on her waist and smoothed the slippery soap up to cup her breasts.

  Damn, she was hot. She thrust her chest out, her hands fisted at her sides. Her lips parted, and she whimpered.

  When he pinched her nipples lightly between his thumbs and forefingers, she rose onto her toes and swayed forward. Her hands came up to grasp Spencer’s biceps.

  “Hands at your sides, baby,” Damon murmured in a deep sexy voice that made Spencer’s dick even harder.

  She moaned as she dropped them, her head lolling forward.

  Damon continued to pull his fingers through her hair. His gaze met Spencer’s over her head. “Soap, Spencer. Wash her body.”

  Spencer nodded, swallowing. If he let his hands roam all over her, he would come. If Damon spoke in that commanding voice, he would come. There were a lot of possible things that would make him come without anyone even touching him.

  Hell, he was pretty sure he could orgasm on the spot if Damon commanded it.

  It had been more than a week since he’d experienced this dynamic. The one where Damon took charge and made Spencer feel the force of his control. He’d missed it. A lot.

  Olivia rose up again as Spencer kneeled in front of her and washed up and down her legs. She grabbed his shoulders when he stroked his fingers across her sex.

  Damon set his lips on her ear. “Hands, baby.”

  She gasped, releasing Spencer immediately as if she hadn’t known what she’d done. She moaned, the vibrations reaching all the way down her body, causing Spencer to lean forward and kiss her clit.

  “Oh, God. Spencer…” Damn, he liked when her voice got all husky like that. His dick pulsed.

  Damon’s hands slid down to cup her breasts, molding them in his palms while Spencer watched from his squatted position.

  Spencer held himself steady with a grip on her thighs while Damon rolled her nipples.

  Olivia’s head lolled back against Damon’s chest. “Please let me touch you,” she whimpered, her hands opening and closing in tight fists.

  “Not yet, baby.” Damon met Spencer’s gaze. “Make her come. Use your mouth.”

  “I’ll fall,” she protested.

  “No, you won’t.” Damon tucked one forearm under her breasts to hold her up.

  Spencer rocked onto his knees, lifted one of her legs, and set it over his shoulder. A second later, he had his mouth on her pussy, sucking, licking, tasting. Water ran down his hair, plastering it to his face. He didn’t care. All he cared about was the powerful sensation of making this woman come completely apart under his touch.

  He flicked his tongue over her clit next, suckling her while he tormented the little nub.

  She arched into him, moaning.

  “That’s it, baby,” Damon cooed. “Let it go. You’re so damn sexy when you come.”

  Olivia’s thighs stiffened and then quivered. Spencer heard the sharp intake of breath. Just before she came, he thrust two fingers into her channel.

  She cried out his name. “Spencer.” Best sound in the world.

  He continued to lap at her pussy until she sighed, a last shiver racing down her legs.

  “Stand up,” Damon demanded.

  Spencer tipped his head back to find the man staring at him with a serious expression. He lifted a brow, making Spencer realize he hadn’t moved fast enough.

  He rose to his feet, shaking, his cock bobbing in front of him. He grasped the length and ran his palm up and down the shaft.

  Damon, still holding Olivia up with one arm around her waist, reached for Spencer’s wrist and pulled it away from his erection. “You too. Hands at your sides.”

  Spencer’s breath caught. He’d played at several clubs over the last few years, but never had he been so aroused by a demanding man before. The intensity twisted a tight knot in his stomach. He dropped his hands to his sides, fisting them like Olivia had done, understanding her plight completely.

  “Back up.” Damon set a hand on Spencer’s shoulder and gently encouraged him to step back until he hit the wall. “Hands flat on the wall.”

  Spencer obeyed, not wanting to antago
nize the man who held his fate in his hands at the moment. He’d do anything to come. Preferably soon.

  “Your turn, Livvy. Lower to your knees and suck him off.”

  She licked her lips as she met Spencer’s gaze. Her eyes were still hazy from her own orgasm, but it didn’t stop her from kneeling in front of him, wrapping one small fist around the base of his cock, and sucking his length into her mouth.

  Spencer squeezed his eyes shut and pursed his lips. He wasn’t going to last thirty seconds. Her mouth felt too good. Thank God for the wall. It did a lot to hold him up. Still, his legs were wobbly.

  Damon leaned over Olivia’s back, cupped Spencer’s face, and claimed his lips. So fast. So thoroughly. Desperately. The next moan Spencer heard came from Damon into Spencer’s mouth. His tongue danced with Spencer’s as Olivia’s mouth worked up and down his erection.

  Heaven. The only thing better would be if he thrust into one of the two of them. He sure hoped that was in the cards tonight because even a blowjob would only take the edge off.

  Damon broke the kiss, but his hand still gripped the back of Spencer’s neck, and he planted his forehead against Spencer’s, eyes on his. “Look at me.”

  Spencer did his best to focus.

  “I want to watch your expression while you come.”

  Spencer swallowed.

  Damon’s free hand smoothed down Spencer’s side and slid between his lower back and the wall. And then he angled his fingers so that the middle one slid between Spencer’s ass cheeks. A moment later, he tapped Spencer’s tight hole.

  Spencer bucked forward, causing his erection to go deeper into Olivia.

  “Eyes on mine, baby.”

  That one word, baby… It grabbed ahold of Spencer’s heart. Damon used it often with Olivia, but he hadn’t said it to Spencer.

  “Easy,” Damon soothed as he slid a finger into Spencer.

  Spencer sucked in a sharp breath and held it. It was tight, but it felt good. Spencer had fooled around with men, but he hadn’t had anal sex with anyone. He also hadn’t breached that part of another man himself.

  For Spencer, it required an incredible level of trust to let another man go there, trust he’d freely given to Damon. He’d do anything for or with or to Damon.