Page 16 of Prez's Property

He turned me to face him, a frown pulling at his lips. “I know that tone of voice by now, Olivia.”

I huffed. “You’re acting like everything between us is okay, Elijah,” I blurted. “But the fact that you so easily reminded me that I have to go downstairs and clean up with the other club women reminded me of my place. I’m your whore – not a goddamn thing more.”

I was in a foul mood suddenly, and I was lashing out. I knew that, and I couldn’t bring myself to stop. Maybe if I pushed hard enough, he’d make the hard decision for both of us that I couldn’t seem to make and end this because I didn’t have the strength or the willpower to.

Elijah clenched his jaw. “That’s what you think you fucking are to me, Olivia?” he demanded. “How many times do I have to fucking tell you that you’re not just some piece of fucking ass to me?” He pushed me back against the shower wall and braced his hands on either side of me, caging me in as he glared down at me with his intense, dark eyes. “I’m trying to keep you out of the crosshairs of my fucking wife. She got served papers, and she’s pissed.”

I knew that. Hell, I had already been in her line of fire once. “I’m not afraid of your wife, Elijah,” I told him. And I wasn’t. She couldn’t hurt me.

He shook his head. “Maybe you should be. She was raised around this shit, Olivia. And her head hasn’t exactly been screwed on straight lately.”

I scowled at him. “If you’re so worried, then why do you keep pushing this between us?” I asked him.

He dropped his forehead to mine. “Because I can’t fucking let go of you, doll.” Some of my anger drained out of me at his words. “Believe me, I’ve thought about it, and each time, the mere thought of not having you fucking guts me.” I swallowed thickly. “You’re the only woman I’ll walk through hell and high water for.”

Not giving me a chance to respond, he kissed me and pushed my thighs apart. I moaned when he lifted me up and slid inside of me, his mouth still on mine. And then, Elijah fucked me slow and steady, and if I wasn’t stupid, I would have thought the man was making fucking love to me.

I moaned his name as he sucked at the skin of my neck, marking me as his. I clutched at him, my thighs tightening around his hips as I steadily rose towards that peak, all too eager to go soaring off of it into climactic bliss.

“Elijah,” I whimpered, my heart hammering in my chest.

He reached between us and rubbed my clit. “Come for me, doll. Drench my cock, Olivia.”

He kissed me as I came around him, my walls clutching at his cock, greedily milking him.

20

As soon as Elijah and I emerged downstairs, his wife walked in the door. A dark growl sounded from Elijah’s chest as he moved towards her. She shot a dark look at me, but Dawson stepped up to my side, crossing his arms over his chest.

But we weren’t dumb. She wouldn’t dare do anything with Elijah in the same room. Problem was though, she now had evidence that Elijah and I were fucking since we’d come downstairs together in the middle of the day.

It was the exact kind of drama I hadn’t wanted.

“Church in five,” Elijah ordered before he shoved Whitney in front of him and slammed the doors behind them.

It didn’t take long for their argument to reach our ears. With a heavy sigh, I moved behind the bar and snatched up a bar towel, beginning to wipe down some clean glasses so we could put them up.

“Got a feeling shit’s going to hit the fan soon,” Tanner said, leaning her hip against the counter as she regarded me. “You sure you’re ready for that shit storm?”

I shrugged. “Doesn’t matter if I am or not. It’s going to happen regardless.”

She shook her head. “I don’t envy your position. Fucking the prez was fun for one night, but you’re walking on very thin ice, and I can already hear that ice cracking.”

I blew out a soft breath. “You’re not the only one,” I told her. I’d begun feeling that crack long ago. “I can feel the cold water beneath my feet.”

Tanner gently squeezed my wrist and walked into the kitchen, most likely to start doing inventory on food. It was that time of the week. Food shopping on Tuesdays. Liquor and beer run on Thursdays.

Kane walked over to the bar, eyeing me appreciatively. I hadn’t seen him in a while. He was a bit of a drifter.

I aimed a smile at him. It was a friendly one, but not flirty. I’d dialed back on my flirting to basically nonexistent since Elijah had staked a claim on me in his own weird way.

“Feel like I don’t see your cute ass around anymore,” Kane said. “Let me get a beer, darlin’, and maybe a good view of your ass while you’re at it?” He winked.

I turned, and my attention immediately caught on Elijah. His eyes were narrowed at me and Kane, and his fists were clenched at his sides. I swallowed thickly. He made a move towards us, but Dawson – ever the peacekeeper – stepped in front of him, talking to him quietly.

“Might want to yank the plug on that flirting, brother,” Jax told Kane. “She’s spoken for.”

Kane arched an eyebrow at me. It made sense he wouldn’t know. He was more nomad than an actual member, though he wore the patch of this charter.