Page 37 of Bound to Him

I scoffed. “Really? We’re doing it in the car again?”

He laughed. “No, don’t worry. There’s a blanket back there, make yourself scarce.”

It took me a moment, but with a sigh, I bounded over to the back, gaining another smack to the ass as I wiggled over the seats. I organized the blanket over me and peeped out the window. Within minutes, we pulled up to the Moretti compound gates.

I gasped. “Huxley, what are we doing here?”

“Shhh,” he said, opening his window as he drove through, greeting the guards. “Hey, man. How’s your sister?”

I heard the guard laugh. “Hux, you’d better be joking!”

“Aaah, you’ll never know!” He joked, then took off up the driveway and closed his window. I tsked, not entirely happy with his joke.

“Don’t worry… I never fucked her,” he said, chuckling softly. “Stay down until I say so.”

We drove for another five minutes before he gave me the okay. I threw the blanket off and pulled in a deep breath of air. “What the fuck are we doing—”

As he helped me out of the backseat, I looked around. It was dark, but we were parked under a tree next to a small building. What the fuck? We walked around the corner, hand in hand, Huxley leading the way. Suddenly, I realized we were at a little cottage, on the Moretti property.

“What is this?” I looked around, the only light was coming from small garden lanterns that bordered the stone pathway and the bright full moon. “It’s beautiful…” The surrounding garden had so many trees and bushes, and roses dominated the garden in front of the cottage. It was so quiet; I felt like we were truly alone out here.

“It’s a cottage my grandmother lived in during her last years…” He smiled, stopping at the door and pulling out an old set of keys. “My brother reminded me about it the other day… we were discussing other properties out here, and finally today, I decided to try out my plan.”

The door unlocked, and he smiled, letting me walk in first. It smelled slightly damp but not as bad as it could have been. He flicked the light switch and revealed an adorable kitchen and lounge. I could see the bedroom and bathroom through two doors to the right, and a small loft space above them.

“This is so cute!” I dropped my bag and walked further inside, smiling from ear to ear.

“I’m glad you like it.” Huxley smiled, letting his eyes scan the place and surely remembering fond memories.

“Do you miss her?”

“I do. We used to run all the way out here as kids and get biscotti and all sorts of Italian pastries from her. She was actually the one who ran the Moretti restaurant in the beginning.”

“Wow, that’s amazing,” I said, grinning and wrapping my arms around his waist.

His smile was soft, but his eyes showed concern as he looked down at me. He brushed my hair behind my ear. “I hope this is okay, for tonight.”

“It’s perfect.” I reached up and rubbed my thumb across his cheek. “Let’s pretend it’s just us in the whole world tonight. Forget about everything and everyone else in our lives and just enjoy being together. Kay?”

“Okay.” He smiled, letting his hands run down my back, toward my ass. “I’d like that. But first, you have too many clothes on, Queen Olivia.”

I giggled, stepping back, and pulling my sweater over my head. “So do you, King Huxley.”

Licking his lips, combined with his sexy side smile that made me instantly wet, he watched me hungrily. I had no idea what would happen tomorrow, if we’d ever have the chance to be together again. After my talk with Viola, I realized that I was playing with seriously hot fire. I loved Huxley, but this had to end at some point. I wasn’t worried that my father would shoot Huxley, but now especially, I was worried that it would spark an actual war between all three families. So, it came down to saving multiple lives in the end, not just one.

Tonight, I would savor everything about him. The taste of his mouth and his body, the feeling of his large hands all over me, and the devastating way he could fuck me completely senseless. What happened tomorrow, would be tomorrow’s problem.

17

Huxley

Olivia never looked more beautiful than right now, standing in her bra and jeans. Her long dark hair was all rustled and her mouth hung slightly open in her need for me. With hooded eyes, she was telling me to come and get it.

I removed my jacket and my shoes, then got to work on my shirt buttons while she unbuttoned her jeans. I pulled my shirt over my shoulders when she pulled her jeans down her legs, turning to the side, so I had a good view of her perfect ass in the air, her white lacy thong a contrast to her dark, Italian skin.

“Fuck, Olivia. You have no idea what you do to me.”

With her shoes and jeans off, she walked slowly toward me while tying her hair up into a knot.

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