Reviving Olivia (Project DEEP Book 7) Page 24

  Finally, he broke away, pushed Spencer onto his back, and reached toward the nightstand. He was smiling when he held up lube and condoms. “Livvy, climb on top of Spencer.”

  Olivia glanced at Damon. “I went on the pill.” She threw her leg over Spencer’s, straddling him on all fours. She shuddered as she considered how wide open she was in this position. Not just her pussy, but the entrance Damon was going to claim also.

  Damon took her hips and held her steady. “Aren’t you full of surprises? You’re okay without condoms, then?”

  “Yes. Please. I want to feel both of you inside me.”

  Spencer had one hand on her hip while he reached between them to grab his erection with his free hand. When he dragged the tip through her folds, she whimpered. The anticipation was tremendous. She’d never wanted anything this badly in her life.

  She loved both of these men with all her heart, and nothing would be as fulfilling has having both of them inside her at the same time. Uniting. Binding. She bucked her hips back, but Spencer held her steady.

  Damon gripped her too. “Hold still, baby. Let me work your tight opening a bit.” She heard the pop of the lid for the lube and then moaned as Damon’s fingers flattened against her hole. With one hand on the small of her back, he eased a finger into her.

  She shook her head. “Do it. Please. God. Just do it. I need you both inside me.”

  Spencer groaned as he pressed the head of his erection to her pussy and gently eased into her.

  She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of him inside her for the first time.

  Damon added a second finger to her tight hole and scissored. “You okay, baby?” His voice was low.

  “God yes,” she breathed. “More.”

  Spencer’s other hand landed on her hips, and he held her steady, his cock deep inside her.

  Moments later, Damon’s fingers disappeared, he lined himself up from behind, and slowly eased into her.

  She moaned around the sensations bombarding her. God, it felt good. The breath whooshed from her lungs, and she tipped her head back on a long groan. “I’m gonna come.”

  Completely filled, both men deep inside her, she blinked her eyes open to find Spencer’s serene gaze staring at her. He slid both hands up to cup her swaying breasts and gave her nipples a sharp pinch.

  She cried out, but he drew her face down to capture her lips.

  And then both men moved in perfect choreography as if they’d done this dozens of times. She assumed they must have discussed the logistics ahead of time because they didn’t miss a beat.

  Damon pulled almost out and then pressed back in while Spencer lifted her off his length and lowered her back down.

  She groaned into Spencer’s mouth.

  Damon was panting at her back, and she wished she could see his face. They paused as Damon leaned over her body and kissed her neck, his hand in her hair. “You are so fucking sexy,” he whispered. “I love you so much.”

  Spencer’s hand went up to cup Damon’s neck, drawing him down to kiss his lips passionately while Olivia enjoyed being pressed between them. Her heart was full. She had to fight to hold back tears of happiness. They would probably worry they were hurting her if she cried right now.

  “Not gonna last long,” Spencer murmured as he released Damon.

  Damon rose onto his knees again and fucked in and out of Olivia while Spencer held her planted firmly on his cock. The moment Damon groaned out his release, he held himself deep while Spencer took over, lifting and lowering her over his erection in rapid thrusts. Moments later, his eyes rolled back as he too came deep inside her.

  The look on his face of pure bliss combined with the rapid breathing coming from Damon pushed her over the edge while all three of them were not moving. It was intense. Her pussy and ass gripped both men tight as the waves of pleasure washed through her body.

  And then she was limp. Her arms gave out as she collapsed onto Spencer’s chest.

  Damon eased out and landed on his side next to her while Spencer’s hands roamed up and down her back possessively.

  “I love you,” Spencer told her as he kissed her neck. “So damn much.”

  Spencer was drying his hair with a towel as he stepped back into the room half an hour later. He’d been the last to shower, so Damon and Olivia were already dressed. Olivia was sitting on the bed, her back against the headboard, a smile on her face he knew he’d helped put there.

  Damon was leaning against the windowsill, his legs crossed at the ankles. He started speaking as soon as Spencer shut the door. “Tell us everything.”

  Olivia took a breath. “First, I went with the FBI to their Denver office where they asked me about ten thousand questions over the next several days. It was exhausting, but I knew it was necessary. They needed to ensure I didn’t know anything they weren’t aware of and wanted to make certain my story matched the one they were undoubtedly wringing out of my father at the same time. After a few days, they set me up with a hypnotist. I’m not cured, but I made progress.”

  “I’m so sorry you had to do that. And alone,” Spencer stated as he settled on the end of the bed, not close enough to touch her. He turned to find Damon approaching, joining them as he too sat on the side of the mattress.

  “I had to tell my entire damn life story since I was inadvertently involved in this stupid thing from birth. I still can’t wrap my head around the idea that my mother was alive the entire time. I can’t decide if I want to strangle my father or thank him for protecting me.”

  Damon nodded. “I’m sure he loved you so much that he did everything in his power to protect you.”

  She nodded. “I know, but it’s still hard to grasp.”

  “Where did you go next?” Spencer inquired.

  Olivia twisted around so that her back was to them. She lifted her hair off her neck to reveal a small bandage Spencer had somehow managed to not notice while they were having sex.

  “The tracker…” Damon murmured. “Shit.”

  “Yeah.” She turned back to face them. “It had to go. My skin was crawling just knowing it had been there my entire life. I’m not a robot, and I couldn’t come back here until it was removed. It wouldn’t have been safe. I have no idea who might have had access to the information.”

  Spencer swallowed. “Anyone. That I can assure you. You did the right thing. Anyone could have hacked into a computer and tracked you with that damn thing.”

  “I figured. And even so, I didn’t want it in me. Luckily, they were able to remove it with only a local anesthetic.”

  “Then what?” Damon asked.

  “I went to a hotel to sleep for two days. I couldn’t even concentrate on my future until I purged my past.”

  “It’s going to take a lifetime to work through all of that,” Damon stated.

  She nodded. “I know, but I needed to process for a while. Please understand.”

  “We do,” Spencer said.

  “I wish we had been there with you,” Damon said. “I hate that you were scared and alone.”

  She smiled at him. “I know, but you were safer here, and I didn’t want to come here until I was ready. Emotionally, I was a wreck.” She took a deep breath and blew it out. “I’m so sorry I didn’t call. I just…couldn’t. I was afraid I would break down and start crying, and I didn’t want to stress you both out. I needed to end that damn chapter before I could step forward.”

  “I get it,” Damon said, as he shifted his body and crawled toward her. He grabbed her face and forced her to look at him. “Don’t ever do it again, though. Communication is the only way we three will work. I couldn’t stand your silence.”

  Spencer joined them, nodding. “He’s not kidding. They’re going to have to replace the sod on the side of the house from all his pacing. And he nearly pulled all his hair out.”

  Damon was grinning as he reached for Spencer’s hair and ruffled the mess of it. “You have enough hair for both of us, so I won’t have to worry when I’m old and bald whi
le you two are still running circles around me.”

  Olivia giggled. “We’re only seven years younger. You act like it’s twenty.”

  “Actually,” Damon teased, “I’m younger than you. Technically, you’re thirty-three, so I’m sleeping with an older woman.”

  Spencer shuddered. “That makes me feel like a teenager. I can’t even wrap my head around it.”

  After a few moments when they silently smiled at each other, Olivia spoke again. “I guess it’s time to face the team.”

  Damon lifted a brow. “And how do you want to play this?”

  She met his gaze. “You giving me a choice, Mr. Bossy?”

  Spencer laughed. “She’s right. Since when do you provide options?”

  Damon chuckled. “You won’t find me loosening the reins often in the bedroom, but this is important. I would never put either of you in an uncomfortable position. We’ll negotiate our public appearances every damn time.”

  Spencer set a hand on Damon’s back and ran it up to his neck before he rose onto his knees and kissed him. “I’m all in. I don’t care what anyone thinks. If they don’t like it, too bad.”

  “Agreed,” Olivia stated as she too rose onto her knees and bumped heads with both men. “There might be times and places where we need to play by nice rules of society, but the people at this farmhouse are your friends. Not mine. If you want them all to know about us, that’s your choice.”

  Damon nodded and took a breath. “Okay, let’s do this.”

  Chapter 23

  As Damon led the two most important people in his life to the kitchen, he did so without hesitation. He’d known some of the team for three years. Others he’d met as they came out of their cryostats. And a few he hadn’t yet met at all since they’d been scattered for months.

  A hush fell slowly over the room as he stepped inside. He had one hand on Olivia’s neck and had threaded the fingers of his other hand with Spencer’s. He cleared his throat. “Everyone, this is Livvy. She hates that name, so don’t memorize it.”

  Several people chuckled.

  Damon leaned over to kiss her forehead, and then he pulled Spencer’s hand up to press it against his chest.

  Ryan was the first to push forward. He gave Spencer a pat on the back and then shook Olivia’s hand. “Welcome. We’re so glad you finally made it.”

  Emily came up beside him and pulled Olivia in for a hug. “I’m Emily.”

  Damon shifted his gaze to Emily’s slightly rounded belly. She was smiling and rubbing her bump when he met her gaze.

  Damon turned toward Ryan. “Congratulations.”

  Ryan wrapped an arm around Emily. “It’s going to be crazy in my family since my mom and my wife will be having a baby around the same time.”

  Emily nudged him with her hip. “Who’re you calling wife?” she teased as she lifted her left hand and wiggled her fingers. She winked at Olivia. “We’re not even engaged.”

  Ryan’s brow was furrowed in a frown, but his lips were turned up in a smile as he pulled her belly against his front. “Don’t blame that on me. How many times have you turned me down?”

  She swatted his chest and glanced conspiratorially at Olivia. “I’m not getting engaged or married while I’m on the run. When we all feel safe enough to get out of here, then we’ll talk.”

  Olivia smiled. “I understand that.”

  Ryan groaned. “Great. It’s a conspiracy.”

  The next person to greet Olivia was Trish, Ryan’s very pregnant mother. Her husband, Tushar, followed. His face was lit up like he’d won the lottery, and Damon noticed he never took his eyes off his wife. The two of them were technically only forty-five, but Damon knew the pregnancy was unexpected.

  “I’m never going to remember everyone’s names,” Olivia said with a smile as she shook Blair’s hand next.

  “You met my husband, Dade, when you arrived earlier.”

  Olivia nodded. “Right.”

  “Wait, when did you two get married?” Damon asked.

  Dade groaned. Obviously it was a point of contention between the two of them also.

  Blair shrugged. “I have a driver’s license that says I’m married, so I don’t see why we would bother to spend money on a ceremony.”

  Dade grabbed her around the waist and kissed her neck. “Maybe I’ll get you pregnant and force the issue.”

  Ryan rolled his eyes. “Didn’t work for me,” he joked, trying hard to keep a straight face.

  Olivia took a breath. “Okay, so let me make sure I’ve got this right. She pointed at each person. Tushar and Trish. Emily and Ryan. Dade and Blair.”

  Spencer stepped around Damon to flank Olivia on her other side. “Don’t worry. I still can’t keep them all straight, and I was here for a while.”

  “Come,” Emily said, reaching for Olivia’s hand. “Sit with us for breakfast. I’ll introduce you to everyone else.”

  Olivia looked back at Spencer and then Damon. He tried to judge her expression and decided it was a cross between mirth and save me. He let her go. She might as well jump right into the fray. By the end of the day she would know them all.

  Damon stepped closer to Spencer, slid a hand down his back, and nodded in the direction Ryan, Dade, and Tushar headed. “Let’s get caught up. We’ve been hiding from reality.”

  “How long do you expect we’ll be here?” Spencer asked, his gaze on Dade.

  Dade sighed, propping a hip on the corner of an armchair. “I’m hoping the government pulls their shit together soon. They have those five people in custody, but Blue Cell is a huge organization. We’re hoping the five will give up dozens of others, making it possible for us to come out of hiding and go on with our lives.”

  “Doing what?” Damon rubbed his forehead.

  “Whatever we want,” Ryan responded. “And it’s up to us if we want to take on new identities. Since none of us really know anything, our safety isn’t really in question in the long run. Blue Cell operated to make money off scientific research stolen from Project DEEP, selling it to the Russians. If we’re no longer directly working for Project DEEP, and we don’t know anything, then there’s no reason to continue to hunt us down.”

  “They’ve been hunting all of you for months,” Spencer pointed out. “Why would they stop now?”

  Ryan nodded. “You’re right, but the reason they were trying to hunt us down was because they suspected we somehow had information that might expose their organization. They feared being discovered. In a way, they were right. Livvy had a piece of the puzzle that connected all of you. Or at least enough to make Blue Cell nervous.”

  A hand landed on Damon’s back and slid up as Olivia ducked under his arm to come up between him and Spencer. “Now that everyone knows what my role was, do you think it’s over?”

  Silence fell over the room, and Damon glanced around to see that the women had gathered to listen.

  Dade nodded. “I hope so. We’re just waiting for the all clear from the Feds. They are still questioning people. I don’t want any of us to take any risks. We’ve been running for so long, and I know everyone is tired, but my main concern is everyone’s safety.”

  “I saw several agents posted on the property when I arrived early this morning. It would seem they have stepped up,” Olivia stated.

  Blair leaned against her husband, her hand gripping his forearm. “Yes. Finally. We felt bad taking advantage of the services of SURVIVE for so many months, but we had no choice. We didn’t know who to trust.”

  Dade spoke louder. “I know many of us have already starting planning what the future might look like, but the government is sending more help tomorrow. We’ll each have choices to make, and I’m confident our wishes will be accommodated.”

  “I’m too involved,” Olivia pointed out. “I have no choice but to take yet another identity and disappear.”

  Damon grabbed her hand.

  “Me too,” Spencer pointed out. “The entire organization will hunt me to the ends of the earth for deserti
ng and helping their enemy.”

  Damon reached around Olivia to set a hand on Spencer’s shoulder. He didn’t say anything out loud in this crowded room, but he knew he would also be taking a new identity. His partners were right. Neither of them had a choice. Which meant he didn’t either.

  “You look stressed,” Spencer pointed out later that evening as he approached Olivia behind the closed door of their room.

  She turned from where she’d been staring out the window and smiled at him. She was exhausted. This had been a long day, meeting dozens of people who were Damon and Spencer’s friends. She wanted to know both her men better, and talking to their friends had given her insight, especially into Damon’s mind. He’d known Ryan for years.

  “You okay?” Damon asked as he approached also.

  She nodded. “I’m fine. Just going over everyone I met today, and trying to keep them all straight. She lifted a finger. Zeke was the immunologist whose girlfriend was Michelle, also an immunologist, right?”

  “Yes.” Damon nodded.

  She frowned. “I thought you told me he was surly and never smiled. He seemed happy to me.”

  Damon chuckled. “Now that he’s with Michelle. She pulled it out of him. His first wife did a number on him. It took Michelle a while to convince him to give love a chance.”

  “Got it.” She searched her head and came up with Graham next. “Graham was the shy strawberry-blond with Kate, right?”

  “Yep. The two of them apparently had a thing for each other for years before being preserved but never acted on it.”

  “I don’t think they’re wasting any time now,” Spencer pointed out.

  He was right. Olivia had seen them holding hands and kissing several times. Graham rarely let her out of his sight. “And then Grayson was the one with Bianca. She’s the one who was taken hostage by Blue Cell, right?” She shuddered, remembering the goal had been to get Bianca to give up Olivia’s whereabouts, even though Bianca knew nothing.