Confessions and Olivia (Olivia #2) (33 page)

He pulls my hair to the one side and I feel Calvin’s lips flutter across the back of my shoulders
and with his hands he pulls me from under my arms to make me sit back closer into him. I sit between his legs, not saying a word until his tantalizing fingers skim down onto my breasts. I throw my head back onto his shoulder as he cups them. His thumbs teasingly circle slowly over my nipples so they strain and harden under his touch. Everything deep down in my groin stand’s to attention, coming alive under his sweet torture. My breathing shallows, my breast’s ache.

“Calvin…” I moan as his fingers leave my breast
’s, trailing down onto my wet stomach, into the water until they meet my sex. His fingers brush against my entrance leisurely. I close my eyes on a low groan and hear Calvin’s deep breaths against my ear.

“
I need you, Olivia,” He’s breathless from watching me come undone beneath his touch.

“You have me.” I
gasp as two fingers slide inside of me. I lay lax, my back against his chest, the back of my head resting on his shoulder and my lifeless legs open wide to him. I flex my hips forward, gently thrusting against his palm, craving the release. He suddenly withdrawals before I’ve peaked. Something he’s never done. I’m frustrated. But I don’t question him.

“Turn around.
I want to see you.” He whispers. I turn again to face him, the water splashing over the sides.

“Are we okay?” I ask feeling a little worried about his state.

“Shh,” He whispers sending hot sweet wet trails down my neck with his lips.

“We will stay strong wont we Calvin, me and you?”

He remains silent and kisses me gently. I realize he’s doing it to erase his thoughts but I need reassurance. I feel selfish but I need it.

“Calvin?”

“Olivia…” he addresses me finally but it continues to be inattentive. This time he kisses my mouth tenderly, no doubt to stop me from talking. I pull away gently and try again.

“Will we be o
kay?”

He sighs almost annoyed bringing his hands down into the wate
r with a splash and snaps at me. “I don’t know.”

I shift back recoiling. He doesn’t know?

He seems to ignore the way I look at him and is about to pull me into him again. I push him away from me, untangle my legs from his waist and without a second thought climb out of the tub grabbing a towel on my way back into the bedroom. He calls me but I slam the door on his voice.

“Olivia,” he calls again barging his way through the door still stark naked. I almost want to scream at him, throw something at him, but how can I?

“I’m sorry, that was insensitive.” His brows furrow perplexed as he rubs his forehead with his fingers.

I scoff whilst drying myself off then slip my jersey top on and turn to face him. “Insen
sitive? That is not a word I would use for it. So is that what you really think Calvin? You think we're not strong enough as a couple to get through this?”

“That’s not what I said.”
He’s exasperated.

“That’s what you meant!” I yell this time, my frustration stemming from his uncertainty.

His eyes narrow seeming hurt but his voice stays soft. “No it’s not. I know we're strong enough to get through this Olivia. At least, I know you are.”

I swipe the tear that’s making an escape from my cheek with the back of m
y hand then point to him firmly. “You think I’m strong enough to do this? You think I’m capable of doing this by myself?”

He takes a step towards me but stops midway when he spots my held up palm.

He looks from my palm and into my eyes. “No I didn’t mean that you have to do it on your own, because I’m here. I will always be here.”

“Then why say you don’
t know? I can tell you one hundred percent that I will be here for you, I will do whatever you need me to but I need reassurance from you too. The one and only thing I asked of you and you couldn’t give it. I need to know we’ll be okay, Calvin. I need to know we will get through this and that we will continue to fight and get through whatever else is going to be thrown our way. That’s all I ask because, I can’t do this if you’re not on my side.”

Calvin
deflates, dropping his arms to his sides and comes towards me. This time ignoring my defense gesture.

“Come here,” his voice is quiet and genuine as
he brings me into his strong arms. I let go as soon as he embraces me. He holds my head tight against his chest while he speaks. “I am always by your side, Olivia. I am not going anywhere. I didn’t mean to say what I just did. I’m not thinking straight. I’m sorry if I’m being selfish or distant. I’m still trying to come to terms with all of this myself. Just because I’m acting an ass doesn’t mean I love you any less. It doesn’t mean I think we’re not going to get through this. Whatever anyone throws at us will make us stronger, do you understand? I need you to stop self-doubting, or doubting us because you’re not getting rid of me. Ever!”

I sniff and exhale relaxing at his comforting words but now I feel selfish for asking something of him when he’s not in the right frame of mind to promise me anything.

He’s right, I should stop questioning us because we are strong and we will get through this together.

“I’m sorry,” I s
niff. “That was completely selfish of me. You’ve lost your brother and I’m acting a complete bitch. I shouldn’t be arguing with you. Tell me what I can do to make it better?”

“I want you to make lo
ve to me.” He breathes jaggedly.

I still against his chest, a little confused to his very unusual request and pull away. I tilt my chin up to meet his soft blue
but still lost eyes and he moves his hand to caress my cheek. His eyes seem to have lost their sparkle but they are still incomparably rare and beautiful. I know that glint in his eyes will return soon, but for now, I want to help him get it back and mend his broken heart just like he’s done to mine over and over.

I hesitate and I know I’m edgy because it’s so unlike Calvin to ask this.

“Please. If anyone can erase bad thoughts, even if for a second, to let me jump into their world, it’s you. Only you.”

He wants to forget, even if for a second and the request is such a familiar one. I understand exactly how he feels.

I nod accepting and swallow hard on his heavenly rendition of what I can do for him.

I pull my jersey top up over my head and let it drop to the floor. His eyes don’t roam over my
naked body like they normally would, his eyes stay fixed on mine sending shoots of love right throughout my veins by his adoration alone.

I guide his strong, lean hardness of a body
down onto the king size bed. As he rests his head on the pillow, our eyes lock.

His hands slip around my neck, holding me by the nape while I capture his lips between mine. I suck lightly at his bottom lip then send my tongue delicately into his mouth.
He twist's his tongue with mine at a leisurely sensual pace. I can already feel how hard he has grown between my thighs. My lower muscles squeeze together and clench, tightening, already convulsing. I dedicate my attention to Calvin, completely focused on him, so when his fingertips graze over my entrance, then slip into me, I release his lips, jerking at the cultivated pressure. The tight, tingly sensation low in my stomach builds, forcing my hips to move with the movement of Calvin’s hand trying to find precious friction.
Now he wants to finish it?
I don’t complain. I push my lips into his and groan against his mouth. The admiration and adoration I feel for him is evident. My mouth moves across his jaw, my fingers slightly digging into his forearms as he circles languidly at my core sending that building sensation over the edge of a delicious lingering eruption. I press delicate kisses to his neck, moaning from the pleasure after each one. When his fingers fall from me, I position myself above him, glance up to look at him watching me then gently ease myself down onto him. I gasp as I adjust to the size of him, moaning languidly as he fills me. A husky growl from Calvin escapes his throat while he briefly closes his eyes, biting down on his bottom lip from sensation. He feels so good inside of me, so filling and intense. He speaks raspy breathless words while holding my hips still. “Let me savor you for a moment.” His fingers move into my hair when I lean forward, keeping him inside of me and let my lips wonder over his impeccable chest kissing every part of him. I’m going to make love to him like he asked. He wants his mind to fall blank. I’m going to give him that.

With my hands brac
ed on his shoulders, I start to move, slowly grinding my hips back and forth, dipping him in and out of me lingeringly. My face is inches away from his. I watch his parted lips while he breathes. His eyes hooded and devoted. “You have no idea how good you feel.” He groans watching me but I clench my eyes shut and bury my head into the side of his neck. Wrapping my fingers through his hair I pull up and push down, cherishing him. Calvin’s arms wrap around my neck while his fingers slide through my hair. He’s holding me against him like I'm made of glass. He doesn’t take over to my surprise, just holds me. Savoring me while I work him into senselessness.

I gently ease him out of me
then push back down motioning my hips into circular movements against his pelvic bone. “God,” I gasp, groaning as I push through another building of a world shattering climax. Calvin’s groan is low as he latches on to my hair, inhaling sharply as he does.

“I love you.” I
whisper into his ear, my voice is tremulous. I repeat it, following suit to my thrusts.

Calvin moans in appreciation and pulls my head up to face him. He
suddenly pushes his lips into mine with urgency, forcing his tongue in. He kisses me hard and fast invading my mouth greedily taking all of me. I begin to stroke up and down even faster, keeping up with his sudden augmenting of my momentum. I hold onto the pillow behind him squeezing it for support and pound him while his hips thrust up from the bed with the force he desires. He needs this. He wants me to make him forget for a while and I want to fulfill that request.

“Yes, baby...” Calvin hisses
tugging at my hair. He begins to buck up into me ferociously. I throw my head back on a loud moan thrusting harder, trying to keep up but I can’t. Suddenly Calvin takes control. He flips me over so he is on top. He does it with great ease staying inside of me and doesn’t allow me time to adjust. He pounds into me vigorously on a predominant cry. I note the determination in his hardened features. His strokes are forceful, deep and relentless. He’s pounding out all his emotions. All his angst and anger.

I
claw at the bed sheets while he works himself in out and of me in a hot, racing tempo. He’s pushing me to the brink. I’m building to that place of getting lost in the mix of an ultimate soul touching climax. Calvin seems to know it. “Wait for me baby, wait…”

I can’t. It seems impossible to hold out. My climax that was already at the top o
f its peak, comes crashing down, bursting at the seams, but I don’t have to wait for long. Calvin slams into me with eager determination once more. I call out his name loudly as I come undone. My body spiraling. My thighs clenching. My finger nails digging into his flesh as I let out a heart-rending sob. Calvin loses it the same time as I on a loud moan. He tugs my hair as he body shudders. I hold onto him while we ride through ecstasy together. The feeling is intensified and overwhelming. It’s like our bodies enrolled into one, convulsing, connecting and making sweet, savored love.

I crumble into a lax pile
beneath him. He cradles my face, kissing me across my jaw, my cheeks then captures my lips.

“I. Love. You.” He tells me between unst
eady breaths and kisses. He tenderly smoothes my hair out of my face and rests his forehead against mine.

“Shit. Y
ou’re amazing, do you know that? Thank you.” He pulls out of me and I wince as he turn’s me over so I’m lying on his chest. I grin weakly feeling spent from his heavenly attack and press featherlike kisses across the top of his chest inhaling his delightful aroma. “I’m sorry I argued with you. I hope I made it better after that?”

He wraps his arms around my back holding me against him. “Stop saying sorry, you have nothing to apologize for.” His lips brush against my temple as I nuzzle my head comfortably into his neck. It’s then
I suddenly notice something is missing and ask him sleepily. “Where is your necklace from your mom?”

“I keep it safe now.” He wh
ispers. I lay my head back down and rest silently, utterly spent, listening to his beating heart. He plays with my hair, stroking it humming 'snow patrols, chasing cars' until I fall asleep.

Chapter Thirty*

I wake up the next morning and instantly feel Calvin-less. That’s because I am.

He's not next to me in bed. I begin to panic until I hear him call me. “Hey, I’m here.”

My eyes dart around the room frantically. I spot him sat in the
posh single chair that’s near the window. I immediately relax and sigh showing it.

“I thought…”

Calvin frowns, I don’t finish my sentence. “I will never leave you. I got you some things. I couldn’t sleep.”

It’s only then I notice he has a big white glossy clothes bag next to him. He picks it up and sets it down on to the bed. I crawl over to take a peek. Inside are a fresh new pair of ligh
t denim jeans, a white wooly jumper and new converse. I also find a pair of matching white lace underwear.

“You got me these?” I begin to pull them out one by one placing them on the bed.

“You don’t have many things with you and I needed to grab a few things, so I though these would cheer you up a little bit.” He shrugs casually but his eyes are watching me intently to see how I’m going to react. Of course, I feel tears gather in the corners of my eyes.

“Thank you. That’s so thoughtful, and exactly what I’d by for myself.”

He smiles and I hear a small sigh of delight but I don’t tell him that.

We shower in silence after Calvin
’s made me bagels for breakfast and milky coffee, even though now he’s not eating I try to.

I get dressed into my new garments from Calvin and leave my hair down wavy.

“I love this.” I wrap my arms around myself loving the soft fluffy feel of the material of my new jumper.

“I was going to get it in pink, but it wouldn’t have gone with your red coat.”

I spin around surprised with a grin on my face.

“What?” he shrugs as he
pulls on a cream knitted pullover, over a white shirt looking the desirable god he is pairing it with dark jeans and high rise boots. “You actually thought about color coordination?”

He rolls his eyes playfully, “Of course I did, what do you take me for?”

“Amazing.” I beam walking over to him to plant a kiss on his full pink lips.

I stroke his clean-shaven jaw
as he watches me, his eyebrows raise. “You don’t like it? You shaved it.”

“I love
it either way, shaved or not. Do you like it?”

He smiles warmly. “Yeah. Thanks for shaving me,
even though I could have done it myself.” He chuckles.

“Would you grow it again if I asked
?” I smirk.

“I would do whatever you wanted me to.” And he's serious.

I continue to run my finger along his jaw flirtatiously. “Now what would that do to your reputation if people thought you were whipped Calvin?”

He eyes glow with humor tracing his thumb over my bottom lip.
“I don’t care. I haven’t a rep to keep anymore. I’m a taken man who has been whipped, your right.”

I roll my eyes.
“You are not whipped.”

“Yes I am. Whatever my beautiful, gorgeous stubborn red head says goes.”

“Then kiss me.” I grin. And he does.

Calvin pulls back after kissing me and smiles like he has something funny on his mind.

“What?” I ask smiling at his adorable face.

“Did you say,
auburn
, in your head when I called you a red head?”

I narrow my eyes cun
ningly, then burst out laughing. “Actually, no. How do you know I do that?”

The corners of his mouth rise playfully while he
pushes lose hair behind my ear. “I know everything about you.” Calvin's playful smile fades when he hears my cell ringing. It brings him back to reality and it’s not the best place to be right now.

I go over to where it’s placed on charge and notice it’s the police calling.

“You wana answer it?”

He groans annoyed and takes it from me, then walks out of the room
to talk to them but is back too quickly making me think he put the phone down on them.

When he comes back he seems anxious. “What it is? What did they say?”

“There coming up.” His jaw tightens. He hates every second of this but it has to be done.

“Here?”

The door knocks twice answering my question. Calvin ignores it and slumps into the chair and starts bouncing his knee up and down.

I go to answer it and am greeted by PC Chummily and DC Fray. I let them in without hesitation.

“Thank you.” Fray nods stiffly.
Jesus, she scares me a little.

“Look who it is.” Calvin distasteful tone gets thrown at them. I scold him with my eyes then turn back to face them.

“We have news on your step father,” Fray continues ignoring Calvin’s outburst. I wince at her addressing him as my step father but stay silent and begin to bite my nails.

“We are going to investigate the whereabouts of Fahoney but we need a couple of dozen men to do the job. Specialist if you like. They will follow him, set up surveillance and anything else that deems appropriate for this case.”

“This case?” Calvin scoffs, “You know who did it yet you still haven’t got him? What kind of cops are you? This is why you’re a waste of fucking time.”

I find myself apologizing for his comments as Fray seems to despise Calvin’s attitude. This time Fray
speaks almost unprofessionally.

“We know who he is Mr. Blake but these sort of things need preparation. Mauricio Fahoney is a clever man, a mother fucker, but clever. Every crime he has ever done is covered up or there isn’t enough evidence or witnesses to prosecute. With this, we have a lead, we have something to go on. I understand he will be hunting the pair of you down, so to speak, and as our duty will we protect you until he is behind bars. We have spoken with the superintendent of Chicago and he is completely on board with this. Turns out, he’s been waiting to drag the bastard down himself.”

I shoot a look over towards Calvin almost ready for him to say Jason, the superintendent, my corrupt uncle, was working with Mauricio but he doesn’t let it slip. I don’t know why so I also keep my mouth shut in case there is a logic to why Calvin didn’t string him out.

“So, now what do we do?” I feel a lot better that the police are on our side but will that stop him?

“You don’t do anything mam. We will take care of it from here. Where ever you do decided to go, an undercover cop car will follow. But I do advise you to stay inside…”

“Stay inside?” Calvin stands from the chair furi
ously. “You come over here shouting the odds telling us what to do when we’ve been through this on our own for weeks. Don’t think you can come over here calling the fucking shot's. Where have you been while Fahoney has had power over most of Chicago? Fucking shitting yourself scared that’s where.”

PC C
hummily speaks this time calmly. “I know how frustrating this is for you sir but...”

“Frustrating?” Calvin yells glaring with cold
ice blue eyes at the officer. “You have no idea how I’m fucking feeling. He killed my parents, then came for my brother, and now he wants to hurt my girlfriend and you think I’m frustrated? That doesn’t even come close. If I ever get the chance, I will kill him with my bare fucking hands.”

“Well, it would save us a job.”

My eyes dart towards Frays almost proud comment in disbelief. Can she say that?

Calvin is also thinking the same as I am. His body goes from rigid to relax.

“Look,” Fray explains with a more gentle approach, putting away her notepad. “We want him sent down as much as you do. If you cooperate with us it will make it ten times easier.”

I nod agreeing and slightly getting my hopes up to Mauricio getting caught and finally put in a jail cell to rot. Calvin however is not that optimistic. “Yeah right. Good luck.” He snorts as I see them out.

“Calvin,” I turn approaching him gently when they’re gone. “They are only trying to help.”

“I don’t want their fucking help. I need to call my grandparents.” Then suddenly something hits him. His body stiffens from the thought.

“Fuck. They might already no. I haven’t a phone. They can’t get hold of me and they will be wondering why Ashton hasn’t called them. Why have I only just realized this? I’m so fucking stupid.” He curses, scolding himself.

“You know the number?” I hold my cell up suggestive
ly. He looks down at the cell in my hand, then back into my eyes. He looks lost again. I hate this. He’s far from his calm and collected carefree self.

“Yes. I’ll call them.” He says being short.

I purse my lips to hold in any emotion I’m feeling from seeing him so torn, and pass him the phone. Calvin presses in the digits with uneasy fingers.

When it starts to ring he slowly holds it up to his ear and pulls in deep breath, closing his eyes.

Hazel eventually answers. She almost shouts her welcome down the speaker. I can hear her clearly. Then I hear her mumbling to herself about much she hates this technology rubbish.

Her comment brings on a smile from me, but only a small one. Calvin stares at the wall impassively. “Gran, it’s... It’s Calvin.”

His voice is strained but cautious. I’m holding my breath for him. I know he won’t break the news over the phone but watching how grief stricken he is cuts me to the core.

“Calvin, sweet heart.”
She finally beams down the speaker her bubbly personality seeping through. But she still yells a little down the line. I think it’s because she thinks Calvin can’t hear her clearly. Calvin clears his throat to try and sound normal.

“Gran
, we’re coming to visit you. Me and Olivia. I hope you don’t mind.”

Hazel, just as I expected, is delighted. “Oh, wonderful. Did you hear that Gerald. Calvin and Olivia are coming to visit us.”

We hear Gerald in the background speaking to another man, then Hazel continues to speak to Gerald, almost forgetting Calvin is speaking to her.

“Oh look, it looks
like they’re already here. You surprised us. You devil you.” Both Calvin and I frown a little confused over Hazel’s proclamation and from the bustle in the background. It would seem they are in a car from what I can gather from the background noises.

“Gran. What are you taking about? Where are you?” Calvin’s voice is now firm and filled with angst.

“Oh, we’re in a taxi sweet heart, just pulling up to our farm house. Your granddad wanted to come home. Please tell Ashton he wasn’t being ungrateful,”

I close my eyes in pain at the mention of Ashton’s name. When I open them again to see how Calvin reacted, it’s not what I thought. His body is ridged. His face is etched with rage.

“Gran, listen to me. You need to go back. Get away from there okay?”

“Whatever for? You’ve come to visit us silly. I
can see your car on our gravel.”

“What?” Calvin almost shouts the word. It doesn’t register to me what Hazel had actually just said until Calvin’s face turns white.

“Gran. Keep going. Tell the cab driver to keep driving. Don’t go home. That’s not my car.”

“Yes it is dear. It’s black.”

What Gerald says next turns causes my ears to ring. My stomach cramps. “That’s not a Bentley Hazel you silly women. It’s a BMW. Probably sales men. I’ll give them what for stepping foot on my property.”

My legs buckle beneath me. I stumble over to the bed needing something to support my weight.

A black BMW. No. He wouldn’t do that. He couldn’t.

Calvin tugs at his hair, pulls the phone away from his ear and curses. “Mother fuckers.”

He takes the phone to his ear again and pronounces every single word to his gran slowly but firm.

“Now gran, listen to me. You tell the driver to keep driving. Right now.”

“But…”
“Gran, do it!”

She huffs and puffs but orders the cab driver to keep driving. Gerald protests in the background as Calvin persists on getting Hazels full attention.

“Gran, you need to go to Aunt Claire’s house. You need to stay there until I meet you there Okay. Do you understand?”

My heart is beating, pounding out of my chest and through my ears. All that’s going through my mind what if they see Calvin’s grandparents. What if they follow them? Why are they there? What do they intend to do?

“No, Calvin, I don’t. Does this have anything to do with that car?”

“Yes Gran. Go to Claire’s. I will meet you there.”

“Calvin I don’t like the sound of this. Not one bit. What’s happened?”

Calvin pushes on, his face is full of vehemence but his tone is collected for Hazel’s sake.

“Aunt Claire’s gran, Okay?”

“Right. See you there.” Hazel’s voice is uneasy but she promises anyway.

When Calvin ends the call he lashes out in temper throwing my cell onto the bed. “Fuck. Mother fucking bastards.” He pulls at his hair. Kicks over the single chair and smashes all the glasses that are resting on the bar. Each blow he gives, every curse he lets out, makes me wince. Every single time. I get his rage, I do and I wish I could do something but I’m too stunned, too pained to move. It’s like a horror scene in my head, with the same horror scene acting out in front of me. I can’t focus. I can’t think straight.