Chapter 19

19

I didn’t know how long we laid there for. I must have fallen asleep though because when I woke up, I could hear the shower running, Elijah was standing in front of me, his hand held out like he was getting ready to shake me awake.

I blinked up at him. “What?” I groaned.

There was a tender smile on his face. “You need to get a shower, doll.”

I groaned and pulled the blanket over my face. “Leave me alone.”

He laughed softly. I shot him a glare when he gripped the top of the blanket and flung it back, leaving my bare body exposed to the cold air in the room.

“Dick,” I muttered, though I didn’t really mean it. I just wanted to sleep . The man always fucked me into exhaustion.

He laughed and scooped me up from the bed, carrying me to the shower. I sighed when the hot water ran over me, my body coming awake even though I didn’t want it to.

With the amount of sex Elijah and I had, I needed all the rest I could get. The man had a habit of always wearing me out.

“Come on, doll,” he coaxed, setting me on my feet but keeping a hand on my hip. “I’ve got church here soon, and you need to get downstairs and help clean up from last night.”

And just like that, I felt like cold water had been thrown over me. It happened a lot with him.

I was nothing more than a club girl, and it wouldn’t be long before Elijah had enough of me and moved on. Eventually, they all did. I’d seen women come and go because they fell for a patched member that had no intentions of settling down with them.

They couldn’t take the heartbreak.

I almost laughed at myself because even I had almost walked from the club over Elijah.

What a fucking mess .

“Come out of your head, doll,” Elijah coaxed, pressing his lips to the shell of my ear. “Shower.”

“I could have taken a shower in my own room,” I told him.

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.