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“Edie, fuck,” Oliver groans through clenched teeth. Warm cum spurts in my mouth. I drink him up hungrily before my own climax hits, and I let the whole room and probably half the people on this floor know how good it fucking feels.
I pull off Ollie’s cock with an audible pop. “Mmm.”
“You like that, love?”
“You know I love it,” I tell him.
Satisfaction flicks in his blue eyes.
“Have you two had enough?” Leo grumbles.
“Not nearly,” I say. “Now be a good boy and leave because I’m about to hop on this dick and show Ollie my appreciation for saving my life.”
A noise of amusement tears through the room. “You knew they weren’t going to kill you.”
I turn, poising myself above Ollie’s cock—boot outstretched in a pose that I hope appears sexy—then I finally peer over. There’s only one figure standing in the entryway, dark hair askew, cold eyes thunderous.
A quick search around tells me Alaric’s not here. As if Leo’s words hadn’t pissed me off enough already, I’m even more angry to not see my professor. “Tell that to the girl who has had nightmares about her sister dying night after night.”
“I guess you really didn’t want to play with the big boys, then. You’re too scared. Too weak.”
Oliver growls, and I agree with that sentiment. “Is that what you came all the way here to say?”
Leo snaps his mouth shut.
“That’s what I thought. So leave.”
“I’m bringing your asses back to Carnegie.”
I turn toward Ollie and smile. As soon as he meets my gaze, I get lost in his eyes again. None of what I’m about to say is a lie. Nothing about what I’m doing is a lie either. “I’ll return in my own time. Oliver will make sure I’m safe.”
“All three of us are tasked with watching you.”
“Really? Then where’s Alaric?”
“I won’t answer for that bitch, but last I saw him, he was moving out.”
My gut twists. I was really expecting the two of them. The hurt is quickly replaced by an unquenched hatred. These types of guys are the reason I originally left for the West Coast, yet I got caught up in them, anyway. It was stupid and reckless and everything Oliver warned me of. I hope the apology in my eyes is enough for him at the moment.
“Interesting…” I mutter, a plan forming in my mind. I have to hit them where it hurts. Extracting them from my life so I can continue finding Dee’s murderer is my number one priority now. Slowly, I lean over to kiss Oliver, putting as much emotion and love into it that I can muster. When I break away, I say, “But you’re certainly not needed here, Leonardo Jarvis. Oliver can handle me.”
Ollie’s eyes brighten with the compliment. “Wholeheartedly,” he whispers, gripping my ass.
And with that, I completely forget about Leo. I rock against Ollie’s dick until he’s hard again and begging for me. He rolls in the opposite direction of my injured foot, pinning me to the bed before spearing me with his cock over and over again. We can’t get enough of each other.
I don’t know at what point Leo walks out. And I don’t care. I just know that when we’re both satiated and resting in each other’s arms, the room is empty.
He’ll probably try to make me pay for the stunt we just pulled, but he’s not going to get to me again. The only one who will be dishing revenge is me.
9
Leo
Ican withstand a lot of things, but watching someone fuck what’s mine is not one of them.
Instead, I wait outside, glaring at the rising sun and hating my entire existence. I wish I could give Alaric an answer for what I’m doing here. One that doesn’t involve my need to follow my grandfather’s orders, but most of all, one that doesn’t revolve around a certain blonde-haired girl screaming another man’s name in the room just behind me.
I’m worn and war tattered. I’ve always known I’ve been fucked up beyond belief, but I never cared before—never thought I was a detriment to anyone but myself.