She slammed the door shut and leaned against it, waiting for Garrick to come to her. The sight of angry enemy faces plastered against the window was enough to make her knees shaky and her courage tenuous at best.
Olivia had a difficult time keeping her hands from shaking as Garrick stomped down the porch steps toward her. His face was stoic, and she swore she could hear his teeth grinding under the strain.
As he neared, she could smell his cologne and the soap he used in the shower. Both scents caused saliva to pool in her mouth.
“What are you doing here?” She could hear the restrained tension in the timber of his sexy voice.
She held out an envelope to him.“Delivering a message.”
He glanced at it and smirked. “You’re Fisher’s delivery mutt as well as his bitch?”
Olivia flinched. She ground her teeth and took in a deep, cleansing breath. She would not be baited.
She’d come out here for two purposes, and she wasn’t leaving until she’d fulfilled both.
Folding the envelope in half, she reached out and grabbed a belt loop on his jeans. She pulled him closer to her and tucked the paper into his waistband. She smiled, then sidestepped him when he leaned forward thinking she had given him an invitation for something else.
“Got a beer?” she asked as she walked toward the house.
Garrick caught up with her and grabbed her arm. “What do you think you’re doing?”
She grinned up at him.“Just thought I could have a drink with you.” Sliding her tongue out, she lightly licked her bottom lip. “You know, for old time’s sake.”
“Last night, you didn’t want anything to do with me.”
She shrugged and pulled from his grip. “That was last night.” She continued to walk toward the house.
Climbing the porch steps, she was very conscious of the many faces staring out at her from the window.
Angry faces.
Olivia wasn’t too worried. She knew that despite what was between them, Garrick would not allow her to get hurt, and that she could hold her own. She had not gotten where she was in Fisher’s pack by making friends. With her increased strength, her karate was lethal, and she’d had her fair share of fights.
On one occasion, she’d come close to killing another rival female in the pack.
The bloody images still haunted her dreams and made her stomach roil. She’d done what she had to do, but feelings of remorse still plagued her.
As she went through Garrick’s back door, smells of anger and rage consumed her. Someone was definitely not happy to see her. She glanced around at the faces staring at her as she wandered into the room. Her gaze fell on the youngest member. She could smell the girl’s hatred from across the room. It smelled like black pepper and almost made her sneeze.
She smiled at everyone. “Hello.”
“What’s she doing here, Garrick?” the girl demanded, breaking the tense silence and wrapping her arms around her torso. “I can smell Fisher all over her.”
“She just dropped off a message. And I thought we could be hospitable and offer her a drink.”
Tommy moved across the room and smiled at Olivia. He took her hand. “Nice to see you again, Olivia.”
“And you.” She let him lead her toward the kitchen. “I think the last time I saw youwas at the airport.
The day I flew to Spain.”
He chuckled. “Ah, right. I was just making sure you were safely on your way.”
“Uh-huh.”
They went into the kitchen, and Tommy got her a beer from the refrigerator. Leaning back against the counter, she unscrewed the bottle cap and took a long pull. It had been a long time since she’d had a nice cold beer. She toasted Tommy and smiled.
He toasted her back and looked around sheepishly as loud voices came from the other room.
“She has no right to be here.” Olivia recognized the young female’s voice.
“We are not at war yet, Vanessa. We can still be polite to other pack members.”
“She’s here only to spy on us,” the girl argued.
Olivia smiled at that and took another pull on her beer.Smart girl. She was obviously going to be a problem in the future.
“So, how long have you been back?” Tommy asked.
“About three months.”
“Hmm, didn’t take you long to advance in ranks.”
She smiled. “Nope, sure didn’t.”
“Pretty ambitious.”
“Yup.”
Tommy smirked and nodded his head, as if he totally understood what she was all about. “We’re going to have trouble from you, aren’t we?”
She cocked her hip and licked her lips. “I don’t know. What do you think?”
“I told Garrick he was playing with fire, but he didn’t listen.”
Before she could respond, Garrick stormed into the kitchen and grabbed Olivia’s arm to pull her down the back hall. She knew exactly where they were going ... to his bedroom.
He shoved her inside, locked the door behind him, and flicked on his stereo system. Something loud and fast blasted through the speakers. Perfect, just what she wanted.
“Why are you here?”
Olivia took in the surroundings. She knew where everything was. It had been ingrained in her mind long ago. She glanced at the king-sized bed. The sheets were black, and pulled back invitingly.
“I told you, to deliver a message.”
Garrick showed her the envelope and ripped it in half. The two halves fluttered to the floor.
“Now, why are you really here?”
She knew he was reining in his anger. She could feel the heat from his body passing through the room and covering her like an electric blanket. She could smell his fury and something else she was pleased to sense -- desire. It was hot and heavy in her nose. Involuntarily, she licked her lips. She could already taste his sweat on the tip of her tongue.
He took a bold step toward her. She took a step back, but he continued to advance on her until she had backed up into the bed. There was nothing but an inviting mattress behind her. He closed the distance quickly, and with an angry sigh, he took her mouth. The kiss was hot and quick, fueled by anger and uncontrollable lust. Olivia gave in, knowing this was the reason she had come. Sex with Garrick was irresistible. She remembered too well the last time they had been together. She’d had multiple mind-blowing orgasms that had shattered her body and her soul. It was far too late to put the pieces back together.
He fisted his hands in her short, spiky hair and ravaged her mouth. He nipped and bit at her lips and tongue, unsatisfied to just kiss. It felt like he wanted to eat her raw. She supposed if given the chance, he would. She brought her hands up to his chest and pushed him away. He stumbled back into his dresser and knocked over the various items on top. He stared at her with dark eyes and a fierce sneer on his hard face.
“I’m not here to f**k you, Garrick,” she growled, unable to control the lusty lilt of her voice.
“Yes, you are.” He took a step toward her again. “I can already taste your juices in my mouth.”
She nearly closed her eyes on a sigh at his rough words. She loved it when he talked dirty to her. Her sex already throbbed and was wet just from being near him.
Garrick grabbed her by her T-shirt and, with one mighty pull, ripped it in two. Her br**sts sprang free since she wasn’t wearing a bra. Gasping, she pulled back and ended up on her back on the bed. Garrick was on her in seconds, covering her br**sts with his wide, rough hands.
Olivia groaned loudly as he pulled and pinched her ni**les. He must have remembered how much she loved that. She closed her eyes and arched her back, pushing her br**sts up harder into his touch. He responded by covering her ni**les with his tongue. Moaning, she fisted her hands in his hair, urging him to devour her. He didn’t disappoint as he clamped down on her tingling nipple with his teeth. Pain seared through her, but it soon melted into exquisite pleasure as he rolled her nipple between his lips. He was a master at taking her pain and turning it into intense, mind-blowing rapture.
As Garrick continued to suck on her, his hand moved down over her stomach to the waistband of her jeans. With an expert flick of his fingers, the button on her waistband was undone, and he slowly pulled the zipper down. When it was completely open, he slid his fingers under the denim and found her scorching hot and sopping wet. Surprise jerked his head up. She wasn’t wearing any panties.
“I thought you always wore underwear.”
She gazed up at him, her lips swollen, slightly parted, and her eyes half shut. “Not anymore.”
He grinned and lowered his mouth to her stomach. His tongue trailed over her ribs and around her navel.
Her skin was sultry against his lips. He could taste the salt on the surface and her real flavor underneath, coming through her pores. She tasted like sugar to him, sweet and addictive. It had been nearly impossible to eradicate that taste from his memory. Everything about her had been implanted in his brain.
He knew he would never be able to replace her in his mind.
Garrick pulled at the jeans, quickly shoving them down her legs and bunching them at her ankles. He needed to see her, feel her,taste her ... all of her. Her scent was overpowering, making his head swim.
Once she was na**d, he leaned down and pressed his lips to the mound of her sex. She sucked in a ragged breath as he kissed her sensitive flesh. Her skin was scorching under his lips, and he could smell the delicious scent of her desire. He knew she would taste like ambrosia under his tongue.
Slowly, he moved down over her, sliding his tongue into her cleft, opening her up to his touch. Olivia kicked out of her pants and spread her legs, giving him complete access to her. Garrick grabbed one leg and pushed it back, bending it at the knee so he could nestle in between her thighs. He lay down on his stomach and pushed his face into her hot, wet center.
With the tip of his tongue, he flicked at her clit. It grew swollen and erect, pushing out for his touch. He trailed lazy circles over it, enjoying the way she twitched with each stroke. Settling his hands on her thighs, Garrick spread her lips farther open with his thumbs. She was dark pink with arousal and beautiful to look at. He slid his tongue down her slit and prodded at her opening. She moaned loudly as he slid his tongue into her. She tasted salty but pleasant as he swirled it around, gathering up her tasty juices. As he licked her feminine flesh, he moved his thumbs over her clit, pressing down firmly in narrow, lazy circles.