Page 9 of Lake's Legacy

Olivia snorts as if I was joking. I’m not. No way am I letting her out of my sight again. Not until we figure out the identity of these assholes and put them six feet under.

“Okay, caveman,” Olivia says, patting my chest. “We can discuss my safety later. I’m off for the next four days.”

Hearing that calms me down. I don’t want to fight with Olivia, but if she thinks I won’t follow through with my plan to keep her safe, she’ll soon figure out I mean what I say. “Does that mean you agree not to go in tomorrow to get your phone? Pirate and I can go. We’ll search the locker room for it.”

Olivia frowns. “I don’t think they’ll let you in. It’s a woman’s locker room.”

“How about the three of us go?” Cleo offers. “Safety in numbers. If anyone asks, we are simply three friends going out shopping. Olivia wanted to stop at the hospital because she left her phone. Delphine and I can watch for anyone paying her too much attention.”

Olivia nods at the suggestion, and I find I’m not against it, especially if they have us as backup. “I’ll agree if we all go. We can wait for you in the lobby. Might be good for whoever tried to kidnap you to know you have our club behind you.”

“Don’t you think they got that message when you shot at them?” Olivia asks with a smirk.

“Which reminds me. I called several body shops and told them to contact me if someone brought the van in for work. Although, I imagine they’ll ditch the van. It’s what I would do,” Abra says.

CHAPTER SIX: OLIVIA

I find that fleeing for my life gives me an appetite. Who knew hiding from kidnappers could do that? It didn’t hurt that Nora made one of my favorite comfort foods, baked mac and cheese. It’s almost like she knew I’d need the scrumptious, cheesy goodness to wipe out the fear.

As we eat, I glance around the table. Having the men back makes the meal noisier than when only Cleo, Delphine, and I sat down together. The noisiness calms me. I’m safe here. Lake and his brothers are better than any locked door, security system, or guard dog. No one could get me here. If I had gone through today and spent the night in my apartment, I know I’d never have gotten any sleep. As I finish my food, I know I’ll crash soon. I hope I can stay asleep.

“Tired?” Lake asks, jolting me. I hadn’t realized I’d been dozing.

“I am.”

“Let’s go to bed.”

“Remember Church in the morning, and then we’ll go to the hospital,” Hex reminds Lake.

“I’ll be there,” Lake assures him as he pulls me out of my chair and wraps his arm around my waist. I lean on him as wetake the stairs to the second floor. Lake’s room is nearest the stairs. Something I’m most grateful for tonight.

Once in his room, he locks the door before helping me undress. When I’m naked, he lifts the covers so I can slide in. A few seconds later, I feel Lake slide in behind me. He pulls me toward him so my leg is over his, and my head rests on his chest. One hand rests on my ass while he clasps my hand with the other. Feeling safe and cared for, I drift off.

Hands grab me, yanking me out of my car. I see a surgeon standing nearby, a scalpel in his hand, as his accomplice drags me into the back of a van. Inside, I see blood everywhere. Pools of blood on the floor, splattered on the walls, but the ceiling, fuck, the ceiling. Blood drips onto the floor. I struggle to get away, but the man pushes me into the van and onto the floor. I’m rolling around in blood, feeling it drip on my body, my arms, and my face. I want to scream, but I’m scared of the blood going into my mouth. Then, the level of blood rises.

“Olivia, wake up! Baby, wake up! You’re having a nightmare. Come back to me.”

Lake’s frantic words bring me back to consciousness. I reach out to him, trying to comfort him, only to find him holding me so tightly I can’t move. “Lake,” I mumble.

“I’m here, baby. You’re here. We’re in my room. You’re safe.”

I focus on Lake’s voice and pry my eyes open. I’m staring into his dark orbs. We’re so close I can see myself reflected there.

“I’m okay. I’m awake. It was just a bad dream. Blood. So much blood. A surgeon with a scalpel.” I shake the image away. “Just a dream.”

“I couldn’t reach you,” Lake says, his voice still holding a hint of panic. “You went rigid, and then you started fighting me. I couldn’t get you to calm down.”

“I’m sorry,” I say, which makes him chuckle.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, silly girl. You can’t control your nightmares. Do you want to go back to sleep? It’s only two in the morning.”

I did want to go back to sleep, but there was something I wanted more. Sliding out of Lake’s hold, I slide until I’m at eye-level with his glorious cock. After licking off the pre-cum, I lick along the vein, which pulses under my administration. Lake groans as I massage his balls with my left hand while stroking his cock with my right. He goes from hard to steel rod when I slide the tip inside my mouth. I feel powerful and in control, which clears away the remnants of the nightmare.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so good at that,” Lake mutters as he slides his fingers through my hair.

I lower my mouth until his dick pokes the back of my throat. Using my hand to pump and my mouth to slide over his generous length, I feel my core weep at the grunts and moans he makes. There is something about giving pleasure to your man that gets the juices flowing.

Taking a deep breath, I suck him hard and deep. His grip tightens painfully in my hair as he holds me in place. His dick slides down my throat as his hips surge forward. The lack of oxygen makes me lightheaded, but I swallow around him, which makes him groan loudly. He pulls me away so his cock slides out with a pop. I’m ready to retake him, but he shifts me until I’m hovering over his waiting cock.

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