Scarlett pushed her lower body back against his, praying he understood her intent. Olly’s heated stare became impossibly darker. Deeper.
He reached between their bodies and realigned himself to her core. His eyes locked with hers, the man’s unspoken promise of safety and pleasure clear.
A second later, he pushed himself forward, filling her body in one long, hard thrust. Scarlett cried out, her head falling back against her shoulders as he stretched her inner muscles with masterful perfection.
“So good,” he moaned as he pushed his cock in and out. In and out. “So…fucking…good.”
Yes, it was good.Betterthan good. The best she’d ever had, in fact. And they’d only just begun.
They moved slowly at first, but it didn’t take long for that magnificent pressure to begin building once again. Olly moved faster, his hips slapping against her as he took her from behind.
Doing her best not to scream for fear she’d wake the other nearby guests, Scarlett bit her bottom lip and fisted the bedding beneath her. The sounds of sex filled the room.
Skin on skin. Hard, heady, panting breaths. And just when she didn’t think she could take any more, Olly reached a hand around her waist and began working her swollen clit.
Scarlett couldn’t believe she was ready to come again. She’d never climaxed twice in such a short amount of time. But sex with this man was different. Everything about him was different.
Olly was different. And she absolutely loved that about him.
“Oh, God!” she cried out. “Olly?—”
“I’ve got you, Red.”
Funny. Two days ago, the nickname had pissed her off. Hearing him call her that now, however…
“That’s it, baby.” His fingers rubbed back and forth against her swollen bundle of nerves. “Come on.” He pushed himself in and out of her slick heat. “Come for me, Scarlett. I need you to co?—”
“Olly!”
Scarlett came for him again. Hard and long, her climax rolled through her in wave after sensual wave. White dots flashed before her eyes, and as she floated on a cloud of ecstasy, she felt Olly’s body stiffen behind her.
His movements became stuttered, his thrusts coming in uneven intervals as he sought his own release. When he found it, Olly called out her name, the animalistic howl filling the room as he spilled himself into her welcoming womb.
After, when they’d both collapsed on the bed in a tangled pile of arms and legs, Scarlett found herself wondering how, once their search for Rose was over, she would ever find the strength to walk away.
12
Three days later…
“Damn, girl. You were smokin’out there tonight!”
Scarlett looked up from the tiny metal locker she’d been assigned to see a smiling Roxie bouncing her way into the private dressing room near the back of The Mystique.
“Thanks, Rox.” She flashed the other woman a smile. “And hey, I saw the tips you pulled in. Looked like you did all right, yourself.”
“Definitely better than last night. That’s for sure.”
In another life, Scarlett liked to think she and Roxie might have actually been friends. But since that wasn’t her objective, and the two women were in the small dressing room alone, she decided now was as good a time as any to revisit the subject that was Cinnamon.
She’d asked Roxie about the former House Mom a couple of other times, already. Small, mundane questions that weren’t overtly obvious. But she and Olly could only stay here so long, and with each day that passed, their chances of finding her sister alive and safe dwindled that much more.
“Hey, listen. You remember the other night when you told me about your baby daddy?”
Roxie’s eyes grew wide and she spun around quickly to make sure no one else had overheard. “Shh…” The other woman looked back toward the opened doorway again. “I told you, no one can find out about that.”
That being the fact that the father of Roxie’s two-year-old son was a gang banger drug dealer currently hiding from the law.
“Don’t worry,” Scarlett hurriedly reassured her. “I promised I wouldn’t say a word to anyone, and I won’t. But…”