Dark Devotions by Nichole Greene
20
OLIVIA
Sawyer wasn’t kiddingwhen he said we’d take the helicopter to Newark, we actually landed about fifty yards away from the plane right on the tarmac. The guys all grab their bags, and Lake picks up mine.
Nolan goes up the steps first, followed by me. Lake boards last after helping the pilots with our luggage. I sit down in the plush cream-colored bucket seat, sitting across a table from an identical seat. Lake drops down into it and grabs my hands, kissing my left palm and then my right.
“The flight is about six hours, so it’ll be late when we get in tonight. There’s a cabin in the back of the plane if you want to take a nap or just stretch out at any time.”
“Okay,” I say with a half-smile. I haven’t had a minute to sit with the knowledge that Tripp has come for me. I buckle myself into my seat and turn my attention to the window as we line up for takeoff. Sawyer, Grant, and Nolan are huddled up talking about the meeting they had before Tripp showed up, so I tune their conversation out. I wouldn’t have anything of value to offer to their discussion.
I release a breath as the plane lifts off the ground. A little bit of the tension from knowing Tripp was in Manhattan while I was lifts from my shoulders. Part of me wonders what happened to James, the butler who helped me escape. I haven’t wanted to google anything around my disappearance or Tripp since I got away but maybe I need to.
Why did it take so long for Tripp to come to the city? Did he have trouble tracking me? My mind starts playing through every possible scenario. Him finding me on the street, how I would use the crowds for protection and to lose him. How I would handle him showing up at one of the penthouses.
I need to start doing target practice soon. Regardless of my personal feelings on guns, having one on me does make me feel safer. Maybe Lilith could show me some self-defense moves with one. I remember some stat about being more likely to be shot with your own gun when you don’t know how to defend yourself and secure it. I don’t want to run that risk.
“What’s on your mind?” Lake asks quietly.
“Tripp.” I keep my voice low, so the others don’t hear. “I keep going through different scenarios in my head about what I would do in different situations. How I would get away if he got me.” I look down at the clouds beneath us. “I think I need to keep doing target practice.”
“We can do that. I have a range on our property.” His deep brown eyes catch my gaze. “The visualizing scenarios is a part of trauma processing. I did that after the ambush. Thinking about all the ways it could have been better. And ways it could have gone much worse.”
I reach my hands back over and grab his, squeezing them to give him comfort. “I’m so glad I have you to talk about this with. I don’t know that they would understand.” I look over at the other three, each on a laptop or tablet and completely engrossed in whatever they’re doing. “Not that I don’t feel incredibly supported by them, it’s just different to have someone who gets it.”
“I know.” He nods and then stands up. “I think I’m going to go take a nap, want to lie down with me?”
“Yeah.” I unbuckle my seat belt and follow him back.
He kicks off his shoes and grabs a blanket from the overhead bin. I follow suit before laying down. He joins me, covering us up and pulling me to his chest. His hand rubs soothing circles on my back. I wasn’t really tired, but I find my eyes growing heavy with the feel of his chest rising and falling under my cheek and the gentle lull of the plane being in the air.
I don’t know how long I sleep for, but when I wake, the sky is dark, and I’m still tucked against Lake’s chest. There’s also now a hot body pressing against my back, and as I shift, I can tell it’s Nolan. I roll over, smiling at the sleepy grumble that comes from Lake when I roll from him.
Nolan’s eyes are closed, but he makes a contented noise when I wrap my arms around him and gently kiss his lips. I decide one light kiss isn’t enough and trace his lips with my tongue. I feel him smile against me and use the parting of his lips to tangle my tongue with his. The kiss is slow and deep and sweet. I feel so revered when Nolan is holding me or kissing me. He makes me feel like I’m the center of his world, like I was never gone from his mind or heart.
“Livvy,” he mumbles against my lips, “I don’t want to scare you, but I love you. I love you still. I love you always.” His hazel eyes are bright but guarded as they bounce back and forth between mine. “I’m so glad you came back to us.”
“Nolan.” I kiss him gently. “I love you too, but I don’t deserve you.” I take the kiss deeper, moaning when he bites down on my lip before soothing it with his tongue.
He pulls back a bit and looks down at me. “You deserve better than me, better than us, but we’re going to work to be the men you deserve. The partners you can lean on.” He kisses my forehead before his lips tilt upward into a wicked smirk. “Also, if it were Sawyer laying on the other side of you, we would be having a completely different conversation. And your pussy and ass would be stretched with dick.”
His words cause a visceral reaction in my body. Heat surges through my veins, settling in my core. My nipples harden into stiff little peaks. Nolan’s hand travels under my sweater and up my stomach before his thumb brushes over one of the nubs.
“I can tell you like that idea, huh? Having both of your holes filled by us.”
I feel Lake stir behind me as he rotates toward me, his hand gripping my hip. “What did I hear about holes being filled?” I can feel his solid length pressed up against my ass. His hand moves from my hips around to my belly button, his pinky fingertip slides beneath my waistband.
“I was telling Livvy about how Sawyer and I would be filling her right now if he was in here.” Nolan kisses my neck as he continues his ministrations against my tits. “It turned her on.”
“Did it?” Lake slides his fingers down inside my panties where he begins to tease my slit with gentle strokes. “She is wet.” His finger dips into my folds when Nolan reaches down and hooks my leg over his hip, opening me up for Lake. “Are you a member of the mile high club, Liv?”
“I am not.” I gasp when Lake slides two fingers inside me, hooking them toward my front wall. “I wouldn’t mind exploring the membership though.”
Nolan’s lips crash down on mine after he lifts my sweater over my head. Lake keeps alternating between pumping his fingers in and out of me and then pulling them out to circle my clit. I tug on Nolan’s shirt, and he lifts up long enough to pull it over his head and toss it on the floor, his pants follow soon after. Lake pulls my pants and underwear down my legs before removing his own clothes.
“Liv, has anyone ever taken your ass before?”
“Yes,” I say after a slight hesitation. It wasn’t a great experience, and the thought of having one or more of them reclaim that for me brings me peace.
“If we’re moving too fast or something becomes uncomfortable, you need to tell us, okay?” Nolan says.
“I will,” I say with a nod. “But I trust you fully. I want this.”
Nolan claims my lips again with passionate strokes of his tongue. He shifts onto his back taking me with him, never breaking our kiss. His hands cup both my breasts as he continues his assault on my sensitized nipples. I grind my hips along his length, teasing both of us.
He smiles when I moan into his mouth as his piercing grazes my clit. “Like that, angel?” He shifts his hips and repeats the motion again.
“Fuck, Nolan, yes I do.” My voice is breathy as I answer him.
He drags his cock from my clit back to my opening and enters my wet heat in one fluid stroke. My back arches, and my hair grazes his thighs. I feel Lake behind me, his hot cock at my back as he turns my head and takes my lips in a sensual kiss. I keep riding Nolan while Lake steals my groans and gasps of ecstasy.
“God, that’s fucking hot,” Nolan says he grips my hips, so he can set the pace. “You are so fucking beautiful, Livvy.”
Lake ends our kiss and pushes me forward, so I’m laying with my chest against Nolan’s chest. I feel him take the globes of my ass in his palms, kneading them and spreading me open before I feel a cool liquid run over my tight hole.
“Relax.” I feel Lake’s finger enter me followed by another as they stretch me and smear the lube around.
Nolan stays still beneath me, worshiping me with his lips. I can feel his cock twitch inside me as my walls tremble around him. Lake pushes into me slowly, stopping about an inch in to give me time to adjust to being stretched and filled by both of them.
“Oh fuck!” I exclaim as he glides into me. I’ve never felt so powerful and used as I do feeling both of them inside me. After another moment of allowing me to get used to him, they both start moving in tandem, one in and one out.
Wave after wave of overwhelming sensation crashes into me. I stay suspended between their thrusting bodies as they continue their relentless pursuit of my pleasure. Nolan’s eyes, almost molten gold in this moment, lock onto mine as he quickens his pace. Heat blossoms low in my belly and explodes throughout my body. I feel the orgasm from the tips of my ears to my toes. My pussy and ass spasm around both cocks. Nolan fills me with his hot cum first, his heart pounding against my chest. Lake follows shortly after biting down on my shoulder while he fills me with his seed.
Lake pulls out after he recovers and walks nude into the bathroom. I hear the water turn on, but I can’t bring myself to move. Not that Nolan would allow me to get off him with the way his arms are tightly banded around me. I run my finger over some light bruising on his jaw.
“Where did this come from?” I ask as I turn his face to the side for a closer inspection.
“The hitman who killed your parents. I let him get a few hits in before I killed him.” He looks into my eyes as he says that, admits it.
He took a life for me. It should repulse me, the fact that he can so calmly lay here, still inside me, and admit to killing in cold blood.
“It was reckless,” Lake says, coming out of the bathroom with a warm washcloth. He lifts me off Nolan and begins to clean me. The gentle way he caresses me is in direct opposition to the harsh tone of his voice. “He had ample opportunity to make the kill but instead he had to toy with him.” He drops the wet rag onto Nolan’s abs, right below his belly button, with a wet plop.
Lake grabs his clothes and starts to get dressed. I watch the way his muscles ripple and bunch around his abdomen and up his back. He notices me watching and gives me a cheeky little wink after pushing his head through his shirt. “We’ll be landing in about forty-five minutes. You can lay around for a while, but you’ll want to buckle up for the landing, it can get bumpy.”
I turn my attention back to Nolan who’s spread out shamelessly nude on the bed. All his muscles and tattoos are accentuated by the dim lighting and shadows in the cabin. He looks a lot like a rock star, insolent and sated with just a dash of danger added. It’s hard to reconcile this version of him with the boy I knew growing up. The one who laid on a blanket with me for hours doing everything and nothing all at once. My first best friend who is now apparently a hardened criminal. A killer even.
“What are you thinking about, Livvy?” he asks as he pulls me to him.
“The differences in you.” I tilt my head up to look into his eyes. “You’ve all changed, but with you, the differences are sharper. You’re harder,” I smack him when I realize he’s about to make a joke about my word choice. “Not like that you idiot. There’s an edge to you that was never there before.”
“Yeah,” he agrees somberly. “We’ve all lived a lot of life in between who we were as kids and who we are now. There’s bound to be changes.” We sit in thick silence for a minute. “You know what has never changed though?”
“What?”
“How much I love you. How often I went to bed or woke up thinking about you over the past few years. I crave you. I’ve always craved you.”
“Why didn’t you ever reach out?” This is one of the things holding me back from fully immersing myself back with them. The fact that they just let me go so easily.
“I thought you were happy. The only photos we’d see were of you on his arm at events, smiling. As our professional lives have taken off so have our criminal pursuits. After a while, I convinced myself that you were better off without the danger that shadows us.”
“I’ll take your danger if it means we stay together.”
He stills for a moment before a deep rumble comes from his chest, and he flips us so I’m on my back. “We don’t deserve you, but we’re going to take you anyway. Especially when you talk like that.” He settles his body over mine as he kisses me deeply.