Chapter 6

Chapter Six

LUCY

M y eyes flutter open to see a broad, hard chest. I have my face pressed against it while thick, heavy arms are wrapped around me, holding me tightly. I let out a small sigh as the night before plays through my mind. I can’t believe all the things we did. The things Hollis said to me and the way my body reacted. How am I ever going to look him in the face again?

Why am I shy about it? He was the one that said it! All the while making me orgasm over and over. I still can’t believe it was him on Anomio. There’s no denying that now. He not only admitted it, but he knew what my body craved. Hollis soaked in every word I’d written. It was like he’d memorized them. There’s no way this can only be about sex. There’s no way someone would spend that amount of time learning about another person if it was only about sex. Right?

I’m loving you.

Those were the last words I’d heard him say before sleep pulled me under. I mean, I think that's what I heard. It wasn’t a dream. This is all so crazy, but it also feels right. I've been drawn to him from the beginning. I didn’t have to go along with those dirty pictures if I chose not to. I could have told him to get lost, but I didn’t.

No, the truth is, I was intrigued. I might have also been smitten because he wanted those pictures from me. He was always checking in on me, texting day and night, and I pretended to be annoyed. Meanwhile I lived for them and would obsessively check my phone to see if he’d reached out.

“Morning, love.” Hollis’ hand drifts up my back. There is that L-word again. He uses that a lot. “How do you feel? Are you sore?” I tentatively tilt my head back to meet his eyes, and I can see the concern there.

“And if I am?”

“Then I’ll kiss it better after you soak in a warm bath. I’m sorry if I was too rough. I thought?—”

“It was perfect.” I smile at him because I know what he thought. He thought he was giving me what I wanted, and he was right.

A smile forms on his perfect lips. “Good. I’d still like it if you soaked in the tub.” Hollis slides me over so I’m completely on top of him.

“Now what?” I ask, sitting up. My bare sex is pressed against his lower stomach, or I guess his abs. I feel his hard cock behind me, and it makes my pussy clench with the memory of it inside me.

Hollis’ hands trail up my hips before cupping my breasts. “You have the perfect body.” His thumbs stroke my nipples, and I practically purr. My breasts have made me self-conscious at times, but Hollis makes me feel special.

“Are you evading the question?” I start to retreat inside myself. Have I read this all wrong?

“Don’t pull back from me,” he says.

“You know what—” That's all I manage to say before I’m flipped onto my back with Hollis draped over me. He pins both my hands above my head with one of his.

"Are you sure you want to finish what you were about to say?" He’s so intense, and the way he’s able to change his mood is effortless. It’s intriguing. It’s also exciting.

“So you’re not avoiding this?” After everything we’ve done, why am I now my most shy? It’s the part about being vulnerable, I think. The fear of rejection or finding out that this is only a fleeting moment of fun for him would rip me apart. I’m not sure I could come back from it.

“I haven't avoided you from the moment I found you. It would be impossible.” He leans down, his mouth grazing my jaw. “I’m just not sure you’re ready for all of it yet.”

“Maybe I am,” I challenge, and Hollis lifts his head. “But would it matter? If you told me the outcome now or later?”

“You’ll be mine,” he says with a finality that I feel deep in my heart.

“Would you think I was crazy if I said I think I have always been yours?”

“No, I’ve known that from the start. That I am only yours,” he says.

“Only mine?” That catches me by surprise. He rolls again, putting himself back under me so that I’m straddling him. I brace my hands on his broad chest to balance myself.

“There have been no others,” he tells me, and I let out a small gasp.

“How is that possible? I mean, look at you.” I roam my eyes over him. The man could be a Greek god.

“Like what you see, love?” He smirks, and I roll my eyes. Like he doesn't know how handsome he is. Hollis shrugs. “I never gave it much thought. I was scrawny as a teen, but I filled out as I got older and started to work out. I needed to do it to offset how much work I was doing at a desk.”

“I’m sorry. I find it hard to believe women don’t throw themselves at you.” I hate the jealousy I feel. He’s not only handsome but successful, and let’s not forget uber-rich.

“Love.” His hand slides up to the back of my neck before pulling me down to him. My breasts rest against him. “One of the things that caught my attention on Anomio was when you talked about not having any sexual desire. I felt that way for a very long time. Then the two of us started chatting, and a fire lit inside me. It was something I hadn’t experienced before.”

“Really?” That's exactly what happened to me. That’s why my head was spinning when I ran into him because suddenly there he was and I knew. The moment we locked eyes for the first time, I came alive.

“Yeah, really. Do I occasionally receive unwanted attention at events? Maybe, but I go in and out. If I do, I’m not giving it the time of day. I enjoy being at home. However, now I’ll be taking you with me when I have to go.”

“Just like that, huh?” I laugh.

“Just like that.” He kisses me.

“This is crazy, you know. How we met. First in a group, and then the accident. I mean…” I trail off. “Wait a second.” I push myself up to gaze down at him. “You didn’t. Did you?” No way. He couldn’t have set up the accident.

“I did what I had to do.” His expression shows no remorse.

“Hollis!” Oh my god, he’s insane. He created that accident to get to me. To have me.

"Do you think I'm not answering your questions now? The truth was there from the start, love. I haven’t hidden that. How I feel for you or the things I’ll do for and to you.” Hollis lifts me by the hips, guiding me to his cock.

While I slowly sink onto him, his eyes become hooded. “You love me,” I whisper when he’s embedded to the hilt. He’s been saying that from the very start and always calling me “love.”

“Say it louder,” he orders while he starts to move me up and down his cock.

“You love me,” I repeat.

“Again,” he grits out, moving me faster, thrusting up at the same time. He’s in total control, and all I can do is bounce on his cock.

“You love me!” I scream louder.

“I love you,” he says.

“I love you, too,” I moan as he grinds against my clit.

Hollis groans, and then I feel his hot cock throbbing with his release. It’s so much that it runs down where we’re connected, and the sight of it sets me off. I cum with him, and he holds me close, whispering words of love in my ear the whole time. Once I’m spent, he claims my mouth in a possessive kiss that will bind us together forever.

I know he loves me. In fact, I think he feels for me something more than love. It’s crazy and obsessive, and I can’t get enough.