"I guess I can't go to Boston now," Dad grumbles, pouting. "You're gonna have to go in my place."I frown. "I told you I can't go.""You have to. You have to go, Olly."I gesture to him lying there, hooked up to more machines than I can count. "What about you? What about-""Me?" He pulls a face, like he has no idea what I'm talking about. "What about me? I'm fine. I'm fine, aren't I, Sandra?""You're the opposite of fine," I state and he shifts in his bed, a failed attempt at sitting up."Listen to me. There's nothing for you here in Portland." He looks to Mom. "What are we gonna do for the next few weeks, hm? Hang around here with the nurses? Laze around at home?" Mom sticks her lower lip out and nods, agreeing. "Olivia, if you don't go to Boston you will regret it.""How so?"He points out the door. "You only have him to yourself for a short time amount of time. Once he goes pro, and he will, he'll belong to the world and you'll wish you made the most of the quieter times.""I don't
I go without Seth for six days. Training and preparing for his Boston fight against Joshua Denisov has eaten up all his time, not leaving a second spare for me. The days have dragged by. I've only been able to speak with him over the phone for the shortest slices of time. The short phone calls don't satisfy me. They don't scratch my itch or quench my thirst for his company.I've kept myself busy, running errands, coming back and forth from the hospital and my parent's house. Exhausted doesn't begin to cover it. I'm looking forward to blowing off some steam in another city since the doctor cleared Dad yesterday and Mom assures me she has everything under control.Exhaling, I arch my back and pull my phone out from where it's wedged-between my backside and the couch cushion. I shake my feet, then let them hang over the armrest as I unlock my phone and look at the time. Seth will be here in twenty minutes. Butterflies release themselves from their gilded cages, and in their excited flutte
Seth pulls into the glamorous drive of a ritzy hotel in the heart of Boston. The second he takes the car out of drive, my door is tugged open by a balding gentleman in a red vest with gold hems."Good evening, Ma'am," he greets, extending his hand."Oh? Okay." I take the man's hand and he helps me from the car.I catch a glimpse of his name on his name tag. Michael. And when I'm standing safely on the path leading to the hotel's entryway, Michael releases me and Seth takes his place, threading his warm fingers through mine. He tells Michael about our suitcases in the trunk. Michael nods and retrieves our luggage from the car. He keeps his fingers locked with mine as we approach a gold rotating door. I let Seth take the lead, and he pushes through one of the glass wings. We come out the other side unscathed."Seth!"We turn in the direction of the shout, meeting the happy faces of Darryl, Jackson, and the rest of Seth's team. They wave us over and I'm tugged along. I admire the lobby as
It took Darryl six minutes to reach our hotel room. Seth only needed five and a half to help relieve some of the tension that built inside me over the last six days.I spent the rest of the day at some MMAC training center while Seth trained and the entire evening with the whole team at a fancy Italian restaurant a few blocks over. When we finished there, Darryl allowed us twenty minutes to prepare for Polaris and insisted on getting ready in our hotel room.I tighten my high-pony and smooth my hands down the front of a simple black dress. I adjust the collar that sits tight around my pointy clavicles and tug at the hem just above my knee. Happy with my uncomplicated outfit, I meet Darryl and Seth in the foyer. Both men have draped their bodies in fitted suits, Darryl's black and Seth's a striking graphite hue. Forgoing his suit jacket, Seth's white, long-sleeved dress shirt pulls tight over his broad shoulders and around his torso, showcasing a disciplined body made of stone. His pres
Jackson returns to the booth, still smiling devilishly, and informs us our lounge booking is now available. We follow him from the booth to the elegant lounges in front of the wide stage where three girls hang upside down, their breasts barely kept inside their bikini tops. Seth and I share a lounge, being sure to keep the Darryl approved amount of space between us.Jackson drops his heavy body next to me and reaches behind my back, tapping Seth on the arm. Seth leans toward Jackson, his body heat a welcome warmth on my cold arms."They get nude at midnight," Jackson shouts and I roll my eyes."We'll be gone by then," Seth shouts back, placing his hand on my lower back.I turn to him. "You don't have to do that."He arches his brow. "Do what?""Pretend you have zero interest in being here.""I have zero interest being here. These places do nothing for me and this club is a waste of my time." He moves to speak directly in my ear. "I'd rather be at home with you naked on top of me, your
Somewhere between crying, and listening to Seth smash things while yelling at people on the phone, I fall asleep. When I open my eyes, it's still dark. I smooth my palm over the cold space beside me and blink at the sitting room light as it filters through the crack in the door.I slide off the bed and wobble unsteadily on my feet. The pain in my thigh and hip feels more stiff than throbbing, but it still hurts whenever my thigh muscle clenches. I make it to the bedroom door and I grasp the handle, easing it open.I make my way down the stairs, scanning the area for Seth.But he's nowhere to be seen."Seth?" I call out. Did he leave me here alone? "Seth?"I reach the bottom of the stairs and stand next to a haphazardly swept pile of porcelain and stone. Against the bottom step, a dustpan and brush sit. I clench my jaw against the pain as I crouch and grab the brush and better group the sharp materials. Then, I take the pan and sweep as much of the glass into it as I can."You don't hav
I moan, moving my hips against him, wanting more, seeking more. Seth bends his knees, sinking lower, desperate to get between my legs. Pulling his fingers from me, he replaces it with the thick head of his length. Our gazes meet and he smooths his free hand around my waist to the small of my back, he pulls me off the wall, only to push me back against it as he shoves inside me, sending my pulse skittering. He kisses me, his mouth taking mine with implicit urgency as he buries himself to the hilt and I stretch around him, his girth making it almost impossible.The cold sensations of the tiles at my back are erotic paired with the lava burning wildly inside me, and I slide with ease. With every thrust and retreat, my body moves against the tiles reducing the destructive impact of his big cock. Each of his aggressive thrusts are fueled by six long days and nights, fueled by strangers touching what belongs to him, fueled by the same intense emotion that fuels me.The water runs, a gross wa
"I need to be on birth control," I murmur and he nods, pulling his fingers out of me.His spell broken by my statement, he pulls his fingers from me and cups more water in his hand. He washes me properly this time, using the water to clean everything away.Knock. Knock. I startle, gripping Seth's forearm. We never closed the door..."Come in," he calls, still maneuvering his hands between my legs with gentle precision.Come in? My heart leaps into my throat. Although the glass is heavily fogged, hiding me from view, I thrust my body against Seth's. The door we never closed opens with a squeak."Seth, when you're ready," Darryl's voice rings throughout the bathroom, sounding anything but jovial."We'll be down in a minute," he calls back, smoothing his hands down my spine to my backside.Darryl closes the door and I pull away, moving under the stream."I can't go down there," I tell him, pushing my palms over my scalp, moving my hair into the middle of my back. "What if he heard us?"Se