Beyond(14)
I push his hand away and stare daggers at him. “You’re such a jerk.”
His boyish grin makes my chest flutter. “A jerk that one day you’re going to love.”
“A cocky jerk.”
“Your jerk,” he calls out before he leaves my room, closing the door behind him.
“So his ex is one of the women from the brothel?” Sam asks, eyebrows hitting his hairline.
“Looks like it,” I grumble.
“I’ve always wondered what goes on in there,” he says. “I mean sex obviously, but public sex? Group sex? Who knows?”
“Why don’t you find out?” I tease, nudging his shoulder.
“You know why,” he replies, laughing.
No one knew, but Sam was gay. Well no one except the man he was secretly sleeping with.
“I wonder if Dane goes in there.”
Sam clucks his tongue. “You can’t hold it against him really, can you? He was single.”
“What is this? Dicks before chicks,” I mumble, my shoulders drooping.
Sam laughs and wraps an arm around me. “I’m on your side, always Olivia.”
“Good to know,” I reply, laying my head on his shoulder. “I’m so glad I have you here Sam.”
A throat is cleared and I look up into Dane’s angry eyes. He was bare chested, and my gaze immediately zooms in on this smooth, tanned chest.
“Wow,” I mutter.
Some of the heat leaves him. “Sam get your hands off her unless you want a round with me.”
Sam slowly slides away.
Sweaty, Dane leans over me and stares right into my eyes. “Don’t touch another man Olivia.”
“You’ve been training without me?” I ask, my voice coming out all breathy.
“Went for a run,” he says, scanning my face.
He licks his lips.
I stare at his mouth.
“Kiss me.” A soft demand.
I kiss him. No tongue, just a sweet, sensual kiss. He pulls back, making a deep sound in his throat that makes me want to jump him.
“You’re not a traditional woman, are you?” he asks.
“No. Why?” I reply, feeling dazed both from his kiss and from being in such a close proximity to him.
“Good. I want you in my bed. Tonight.”
With that, he walks off, leaving me staring after him.
I turn to Sam, to see him adjusting himself. “Fuck, that was hot.”
“Sam!”
“What?” he says, shrugging. “You better fuck him tonight or I will.”
We both burst into laughter.
That night, I was a wreck.
I was nervous, I was excited. I was impatient.
Was it going to hurt? Moments like this, I wish my mother was alive. I couldn’t imagine having these talks with my dad. I didn’t have a large choice of options in regards of what to wear. I had a black lace bra set, but I hadn’t worn it since the day we found the castle. I’d been wearing it the day Mother died. Fingering the lace material, I decide to put it on. It was the nicest set I owned. We had a wonderful seamstress here, but material wasn’t always easy to come by. Looking in the mirror, I let my robe drop to the floor and slide the lace up my thighs. Then I place the bra on. It’s a little snug, but makes my breasts look good. I’d taken a long bath, taking extra time to make myself look good. Now, I was just waiting for Dane.
Hours later, when he still hasn’t arrived, I go to sleep.
I wake up in the worst mood. Was this what sexual frustration felt like? I didn’t like it. Storming to the kitchens for breakfast, I ignore everyone I come into contact with. I see Sam sitting at a table with Jase, so I grab my food and join them.
“Morning,” I mumble, taking a bite out of the fresh bread roll.
Sam looks to Jase, then me. I know he wants to ask me what happened, but can’t in front of Jase.
“Morning,” he replies. “Sleep well?”
I rip another chunk of bread and shove it into my mouth. “Wonderfully.”
Jase smirks. “What’s with you princess? I think you need a good hard f—”
“Shut your mouth Jase,” Dane snaps. “That’s my future wife you’re talking to.”
Shockingly, Jase shuts up. I refrain the urge to flash him a smug smile.
Dane looks a little worse for wear, I notice, his hair messy and his eyes looking tired.
“Can I speak to you?” he asks quietly.
“I’m busy eating,” I reply, just as quiet.
“Olivia.”
“Later.”
“Fine,” he growls, dropping into the seat next to me.
No one speaks, and it’s awkward as hell.
When Gina joins the table, I’m considering dining with the zombies instead.
“Gina,” Jase purrs, checking her out.