Chapter Fourteen

Olive

Cormac’s blue eyes were wild as he stood in front of me. He was avoiding my eyes. I could see that he was embarrassed, and I wanted to communicate to him that he didn’t need to be.

“He’s gone now. We can talk,” I told him in a soft voice, and Cormac ran a hand through his dark spiky hair. His lip was bleeding, and I wanted to reach out and wipe the blood away. I knew he needed to put something on it before it started swelling.

“We don’t have anything to talk about,” he replied. I could tell that my brother had distressed him. I didn’t blame him. All Cormac had done all day was listen to Pierce give him grief over talking to me. Every ounce of anger I had felt toward him for pushing me away and leaving so suddenly earlierseemed to drain away.

He’d come to my rescue when he thought I needed his help. He’d been there for me, even though my brother had made it very clear to him to stay away.

“I want to thank you for getting that creep off me,” I said. Cormac kept his eyes averted from me.

“I overreacted. You were flirting with him, you guys had a thing. I unnecessarily intervened. I’m sorry,” Cormac said and finally looked at me. I shook my head.

“No, we didn’t have a thing. I was just doing it to piss off Pierce. I was doing it in protest. And I most definitely didn’t want him to touch my hair or grab my hand,” I explained, and Cormac’s eyes had grown wider as he looked at me. Then he nodded slowly.

“Either way, it wasn’t my place to butt in like that. I didn’t know that Pierce was with you in there. If I had known, I would have stayed away,” he said, and I took a step toward him. I knew it was a bold move. He’d rejected me once already, and I could sense that he was going to reject me again, but I couldn’t seem to keep my distance. I wanted him.

“No, Cormac—seriously, I’m grateful that you intervened,” I found myself saying, and a smirk tugged the corners of his lips.

“You wouldn’t have felt the same way if it was Pierce who’d thrown the punch, right?” he asked, and I dropped my gaze to my feet. He’d caught me out. He was right. I shook my head.

“Probably not. I’ve spent my whole life trying to get my brother and father to back off. I’ve led a sheltered and protective life, at least till I moved out of home and to LA. It’s nice to have someone else look out for me for a change, that’s all,” I tried to explain. Cormac pushed his hands into the pockets of his pants. I noticed that a few drops of blood had dripped down from his split open lip onto his white shirt.

“Yeah, I get it. You’re rebelling against your older brother, but he’s my best friend and I shouldn’t be a part of this. I shouldn’t be on your side,” he continued. I met his eyes again. I wanted him to choose me over Pierce, but at the same time, I didn’t want him to lose his best friend either.

I nodded and gazed down at my shoes again.

“Yeah, I get it. I’m sorry that I’ve caused trouble between my brother and you. That was never my intention,” I told him in a low, squeaky voice. I could sense him looking at me, and I hoped that he would change his mind. I was hoping that he would invite me into his car and take me back to his place.

Just one night—could that be so bad? Couldn’t we just forget about it in the morning and move on with our lives? He was the hottest guy I’d met, and it seemed like such a waste to give him up—all for the sake of my brother!

“It’s not your fault. I encouraged it. We should have just kept it friendly. I shouldn’t have been sitting so close to you in Pierce’s kitchen,” he said, and I looked up at him.

I could see regret in his eyes. He was thinking about my brother.

“Pierce is a good friend. He’s had my back since the first day we met. I could trust my life in his hands. And now I’ve betrayed him,” Cormac said and shook his head. I licked my lips and reached for his. I couldn’t control myself anymore.

With my forefinger, I wiped his lower lip of the blood. The touch of his lips on my fingertips gave me goosebumps. I could feel my knees weakening from just that. I felt dizzy with desire, till Cormac reached up and caught my wrist. He pushed my hand away from his face.

“Olive, we need to stop this right here, right now. I can’t keep doing this to Pierce. He’s right. I’m bad news for you,” he said, and a lump formed in my throat as I watched his lips move. I couldn’t respond to that. How was I supposed to?

I couldn’t bring myself to say to hell with my brother! I couldn’t ask Cormac to just give up on a friendship that was supposed to last a lifetime. I shouldn’t ever have come to Brunswick.

I took a step back from him, and Cormac turned and got into his Porsche. I watched him, feeling miserable inside as he started his car. He drove off, leaving me standing alone in the parking lot. I was guilty and frustrated and sad, all at the same time. In one day I had managed to ruin a relationship that had been cultivated over two yearsbetween two men, both of whom I cared for.

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He was gone, once again, and I knew there was no hope of being with Cormac again. Twice was the charm. Even though he had come to my rescue when he thought I was being assaulted, he had made the better judgement of keeping it at that. He didn’t expect a reward for his chivalry. He didn’t expect me to fall into his arms just because he had punched a guy in the face. He had done it because he felt it was the right thing to do, and now he was gone.

I still wasn’t too familiar with Brunswick, but I had a faint idea of which direction to walk in to get to Pierce’s house. I knew that I could have just called him and my brother would have come over and picked me up, no matter how grudgingly. However, I just needed to be alone for a while. I wanted to walk off everything I was feeling for Cormac.

So, I headed in the direction of Pierce’s house. Or at least what I thought was the right direction.

It was a quiet street, with streetlights guiding my way. Barely any cars passed me by, and even fewer pedestrians. I just kept my head down and walked. It was doing me good. It was giving me some time to think. At least this way, by the time I got back to Pierce’s house, I would have calmed myself down a little—and then hopefully, my brother and I could have an actual adult conversation about everything that was going on between us.

In the stillness of the night, I didn’t expect to hear the loud zipping roar of a car behind me. My heart thudded in my chest as my brain registered that the engine sounded a lot like the Porsche that Cormac drove.

I stopped in my tracks and whipped around to see his gray Porsche charging ahead full speed down the road. I stared at it as it came to a screeching halt beside me.

Cormac was in the driver’s seat with the top down, and now his dark hair was lightly ruffled in the wind. He didn’t get out of the car, instead just fixed his eyes on me. We were assessing each other while my heart raced a mile per minute.

“You shouldn’t be walking home alone this late at night” were his first words. My gaze drank in the shape of his sharp, chiseled jaws and his thin lips as he spoke. I always felt like I was in a trance when I was looking at him. I could barely even get the words out of me.

“I’m fine. I know my way,” I lied. Being rejected twice by a guy who was way out of my league anyway wasn’t a good feeling.

“Get in. I’ll drive you home,” he offered but didn’t make a move to open the door or help me in.

I kept my arms firmly pressed to my side, and I gritted my teeth.

“It’s not necessary. I don’t need a ride, I want to walk,” I insisted, and then Cormac slid over to the passenger’s side and yanked the door open.

“Get into the car, Olive. I’m not going to let you walk home alone. Pierce wouldn’t want that either,” he said in a deep grim voice, and I held my ground.

“Can you please stop talking about my brother for onesecond?” I screeched, and before I could step away from the car, Cormac had leaned out and grabbed me by my waist. I was putty in his hands as he dragged me into the car. He had deposited me on the seat beside him, and then he slammed the door shut.

I crossed my arms to show my rebellion. My brows were furrowed too, and I could feel my cheeks flushing.

“You can’t just do something like that!” I snapped while Cormac turned the key in the ignition.

“I can if it concerns your safety,” he growled as the car started and he pushed his foot down on the accelerator. The car swerved and he drove at what felt to me like top speed. We were whizzing down the deserted road in the dead of night, and I held on to the door for support. I wanted to be mad at him for doing whatever it was that he felt like, but I couldn’t. It was so difficult for me to be mad at him when we were sitting so close to each other.

Cormac drove for a few more minutes, till he screeched the car to a stop again. It didn’t look like a neighborhood I recognized. I was sure that Pierce’s house wasn’t anywhere close by. In fact, it was a dark and deserted alleyway, and I could smell the sea from there. We were near the docks again.

Cormac killed the engine and turned in his seat toward me.

“I don’t know why I’m doing this,” he said, and we stared at each other in silence for a few moments. Then he lunged at me, pushing me back to the edge of my seat, and my lips were in his mouth.

He sucked on my bottom lip, while his hands clasped my face tightly. My body writhed with desire while his mouth explored mine. His tongue pushed its way inside, sucking and licking and claiming my mouth, and I moaned and gasped with every move.

I reached for his neck, wrapping my arms around it, while his hands traveled down from my face, down my cleavage, and he was cupping both my breasts. My nipples ached and throbbed. My bra felt rough against my sensitive mounds as he squeezed my breasts. They fit perfectly in his large warm hands. His mouth remained on mine, and he had me pinned down on the seat.

“This shouldn’t feel so good,” he muttered under his breath when he pulled his mouth away from mine. Then with a quick move, he had pulled down the neck of my dress so that my bra-clad breasts were now revealed to him.

Cormac remained still for a few seconds, just staring lustfully at my breasts before he took them in his hands. He was cradling them like they could break. Then gently, with his thumbs, he pushed down the front of my bra.

My breasts popped up over my bra and dress, propped up by the underwire; they spilled out and exposed themselves to the night air. Cormac took in a deep breath as he studied them. Dusty-rose pink nipples against the milky paleness of my small breasts.

I watched him, with my breath stuck in my throat as he leaned forward and took the left one in his mouth. Within a split second, Cormac was sucking on my nipple, and I could feel the juices sliding down the insides of my thighs.

I threw my head back, and my neck was supported by the rolled-down window, as I thrust my breasts toward him. He licked and sucked on my nipple while I weaved my fingers into his velvety soft hair. His mouth remained stuck to my breasts, and he groaned and moaned as he sucked.

When his hands started traveling down from my breasts to my belly, I shuddered in anticipation. I was well aware of what those hands were capable of, and I wanted another taste of it. It was like I was already addicted to the orgasms he could induce in me.

Cormac pulled his mouth away from my nipple suddenly and looked into my eyes. His were stormy and dark, I could see that he was at war with himself. For me it was very simple. I wasn’t thinking about Pierce. All I cared about was how good Cormac could make me feel.

With his hands on my waist, Cormac pulled me up. In one sweeping motion, he had fallen back into his seat and pulled me up on his lap. My breasts were still exposed, and they swung in front of his face now. I could feel the steering wheel digging into my back. But I couldn’t really focus on anything other than his big throbbing cock. It was inside his pants, but I could see the shape of his erection.

My pussy was wet and now I was sitting on his lap with my legs dangling on either side. Cormac had his hands on my waist, and he was holding me close to himself, drinking in the sight of my bare breasts with their puckered-up, aching nipples.

He placed soft kisses on my breasts, while his hands dipped in underneath my dress. I could feel him tugging at my panties, pulling them down my thighs. He couldn’t get them off while my legs were stretched like that, so he just ripped them apart.

I gasped and giggled when he threw my panties out of the car. Cormac was smirking too, and a dangerous gleam had entered his shining blue eyes. We both knew what was going to happen, and we couldn’t wait for it.

I placed my palms on his expansive muscular chest and started undoing the buttons of his shirt. Cormac unbuckled his belt, and I rotated my hips seductively. My body was growing impatient; my pussy throbbed, and I ran my hands up and down his smooth, chiseled chest.

Cormac unzipped his pants and his cock thrust out, finally rid of its confines. I couldn’t help but stare at it. He was a big man, well hung with a veiny, dangerous cock, and I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me, reaching deep inside.

“I hope I don’t hurt you, Olive,” he said gently when he caught me staring at his cock. I looked up at him and shook my head, and then I took his cock in my hands and lifted myself up just an inch.

Cormac kept a tight grip on my waist and followed my every movement with his eyes. I positioned myself back down, inch by inch, till his cock was grazing my wet throbbing pussy.

We both groaned at the same time, just as his cock pushed open the folds of my pussy and pushed itself in. I lowered myself farther down, and his cock thrust deeper and deeper inside me. It felt good. It felt even better than I imagined. He was big and strong and throbbing inside me, filling up my pussy tightly, and with every inch, he was deeper and closer to that spot I knew would loosen up all the knots in my belly.

“You’re beautiful, Olive,” I heard him say, and I pressed my eyes closed and threw my head back in pleasure. Cormac was inside me now, deeper than any man had been before. I had been afraid of his size, but I wasn’t anymore. It felt good to have him inside.

I was sitting on his lap now, moving my hips. My breasts swung in front of his face, and he reached over and started sucking on one of them. Simultaneously, he started thrusting. I moaned as he plowed into me. I was holding on to his shoulders for support, and Cormac kept sliding in and out of me. I was bouncing on his lap, feeling his cock stroking that spot inside me. His mouth remained on my nipples, pleasuring every spot in my body that he could reach.

Over and over again, he pushed and thrust till I knew I was going to come undone. I straightened my head back again and stared into his eyes as I came. I could feel my juices flowing out of me, and he held my gaze strongly.

Cormac’s lips were set in a firm thin line, and his nostrils were flared as he plowed into me. His head trembled and his neck grew a hotter shade of red while I orgasmed. My toes curled and I could feel my body soaring. He was going to come too. I felt him shoot into me, filling me up with his seed. His grip on my waist grew tighter as he came.

I moaned and gasped as my orgasm began to subside. My body felt weak, and I was limp in his arms while he drained himself into me. I could barely even keep my eyes open. My pussy ached and so did my nipples. I was completely spent.

When Cormac was done, we were both panting. I could feel our juices mingled and sliding down my pussy while he remained inside me for a few moments longer.

Then, as effortlessly as he had pulled me onto his lap, he lifted me up and deposited me on the seat beside him again.

Cormac hurried to zip himself up, and feeling slightly ashamed, I tucked my breasts back into my bra and my dress. I was tired. I was satisfied, but I was also afraid of that look in his eyes. He was done with me.

“I’ll drop you home,” Cormac said, and in a matter of a few minutes of him having his orgasm, he had started his car and we were on the road again. Almost like nothing had happened between us. We were silent for the rest of the journey, and I couldn’t help but be jealous of every other woman he had slept with. The other women he had given his attention to.