Page 34 of Birthright (Sinners of New Orleans #4)

THIRTY-THREE

Sam

I 'm crossing a line.

It's the thought that's been on my mind since I made Olivia come all over my tongue a week ago.

I tried avoiding her, but that didn't work out either.

Once I heard her moaning my name while she touched herself, my last thread of self-control snapped, and before I could process another thought, I was back between her legs.

And now that I've both tasted and felt her cunt, I don't think I'll ever get enough.

I'm confusing her, though. That's what she said.

Funny, because I'm confusing myself.

I keep telling her she belongs to me, but everything inside me screams that attachments are dangerous. Yet, I have no desire to let her go. I want to settle between those thighs, night after night, listening to the way she screams as she comes undone around my cock.

"Back up, Sam." Her palms press against my chest again, and she pushes me, a futile effort that doesn't move me an inch. "I need to get back out there."

"Sorry, sweetheart. I think you need a lesson in understanding who you belong to." My fingers find the button of her jeans, pulling it open and tugging the denim material until it's sliding down her legs.

"Saaam…" She draws out my name in a breathy whisper. She may be trying to push me away, but it's clear that she still wants me.

She's wearing a pair of lacy panties. I need to send Ana a large tip as a thank you for Olivia's wardrobe. And maybe have her buy Olivia more panties… I grip the fabric in my hand and tug, watching as it bunches up until it snaps.

"Sam!" Olivia flinches, eyes widening when the material stings her sensitive flesh.

"Don't worry, baby girl, I'll kiss it better."

Placing a hand on each thigh, I push the two apart, making more space for me to get between them.

"Oh God," Olivia pants, her fingers gripping onto the bars of the shelving unit.

"Not God." I chuckle darkly, slipping a finger through her folds. "Who makes you this wet?" I ask, my finger coming away glistening with her juices.

"You." Her pupils dilate as she stares down at me, her voice breathy.

"That's right, sweetheart. Your pussy knows exactly who you belong to, and it's time for your brain to get the memo."

My tongue lands on her sensitive nub right as the door swings open. Olivia startles, her hands flying down to cover herself.

"Boss. Oh fuck." It's Donnie's voice, and he quickly turns himself around so he can't see anything.

"This better be really fucking important," I growl, tugging Olivia's jeans back up her legs.

"We've got company. Serpents are outside."

Fuck.

It feels like a bucket of ice water is poured over my head. Why are they here? At Olivia's bar in the French Quarter. My name isn't on this place…

I sent John last night to get payback, but this time, I escalated so they knew I wasn't fucking around anymore. When John came back to my place last night to tell me the job was done, he reeked of smoke after burning their makeshift clubhouse to the ground.

Five dead. At least, that's what the news told me this morning. Kade wasn't in the clubhouse, since he's currently on the run, trying to avoid being picked up for the murder of my uncle. His running only makes them more convinced he did it.

I thought it would take them a while to pull themselves together with Kade MIA and their clubhouse gone. But they're here. At Olivia's bar. A place they shouldn't even know about.

"Did anyone follow us here?" I ask Donnie harshly. My driver pales under my scrutiny.

"No. Boss, no, I was careful."

"Clearly not enough," I grumble.

"We got a whole bunch of people here." Roman's voice enters the conversion. "Fuck," he hisses and immediately spins around.

"Wait outside!" I growl. Standing up, I refasten Olivia's jeans.

"What's going on?" she asks, concern etched across her thick eyebrows.

"I need you to clear this place out, baby. Can you do that for me?"

"It's Friday night, I can't just?—"

"Olivia." I place a palm on either cheek, holding her face while I look at her. I need her to understand that this is serious. "I need you to listen to me. Clear out the bar and then stay inside with Roman. Okay?"

"Okay." She nods, and I press a kiss on her forehead.

Stepping outside the back room, I find both Donnie and Roman waiting for me. "Roman, help Olivia clear out the bar, and then keep her in here. Donnie, with me."

I need to face these fuckers and figure out what they want.

Three Serpents stand out front, their bikes propped up on kick stands as they face off with my men.

Dressed in denim and leather vests, with snake tattoos visible even in the dim streetlight.

My stomach coils at the sight of them. Ever since that night eighteen years ago, I've never been able to stomach the scent of leather or the image of snakes, both tangled in my brain with the worst moment of my life.

I recognize the man front and center as Axel, their vice president.

"Just looking for a drink, Costello." Axel's eyes drift past me to the entrance of the bar.

I turn around, finding Olivia standing there.

I want to growl and yell at her to get back inside where I told her to stay, but I don't want to tip him off and let him think she means anything to me.

I don't like the way he looks at her, the way his eyes scan her body, lingering on her tits.

"Look somewhere else," I respond, turning my attention back to him.

He's still eyeing up Olivia, and my fists clench, fingernails biting into my palms.

"Not trying to start anything." He lifts both hands in a defensive posture, his gaze coming back to me. "Though I see why you frequent this place. Sweet views, if you know what I mean." He nods toward Olivia.

My vision goes red, and all of my logic shuts off instantly. I become a caveman, unaware of my actions or their consequences. In two steps, I'm in his face, my voice low. "You so much as look in her direction again, I'll carve those snake eyes right out of your skull."

Axel's lips curl into a knowing smile. Fuck. I did exactly what I wanted to avoid. Now he knows she means something to me.

"No need to get territorial. We're leaving." He moves to his bike, swinging a leg over, his guys following suit. "Nice meeting your girl, though."

They rev their engines and speed off, but even after they’re gone, that smile haunts me. They didn't come here by accident. And now they know about Olivia.