Fused (Lost in Oblivion #4.5) (18 page)

As if there had ever been any doubt.

She bit her lip on a moan, swallowing the sound before it could escape. He was already turning her toward the sofa, his cock embedded so deeply inside of her that she could feel him pulsing in time with her every heartbeat. His hands were gentle and firm as they guided her torso onto the wide, plush arm of the couch. Fear made her jolt, but he didn’t let her go. Not having her hands to brace herself as he pushed her down was daunting. Almost as daunting as the intimidating weight of him against her spine as he drew out and then shoved back in, kicking her legs apart as he did so. Making room where there was none before. Simply taking over, because she’d given him permission and she wanted it as much as he did.

More. Even more. God, she’d yearned to be owned like this, though she’d never had the words to explain her longing. To be filled and taken over until her lines blurred with his, and everything that made her who she was only became stronger, more intense. Because he was with her, and together, they were unstoppable.

She shuddered over the first peak, and sobbed into the arm of the sofa with her second. She couldn’t take in enough oxygen. Her body twisted under his, and her hands flexed, desperate to be free from their confines. But he ruled her with his fingers on her wrists and his cock and his mouth, whispering the kind of things in her ear that made her excitement intensify to the point of pain.

“That’s it, baby. Twist that tight pussy. Don’t hold back. I want to feel you gush on me.”

She shut her eyes and bucked her hips and gave him everything. To do anything less would be an insult—to him, and to her. He’d helped set this
other
woman inside of her free, and she’d never lock her in a box again.

Her clit throbbed and she ground against the arm of the couch and rocked back into his wild thrusts to try to stem the ache. But there was only pleasure layering over pleasure, so drugging and thick that when he hit that spot, so way down deep that her legs shook, she couldn’t gather the breath to scream. Something broke inside her, just gave way, and he groaned at the flood of her arousal coating his cock. She could feel it everywhere, smearing her thighs, saturating them both. But there was no embarrassment because he simply gripped the pearls at her wrists, drawing her back against him so that the necklace grew snug at her throat and lessened her air supply just a fraction, enough to make the pleasure that much darker and more concentrated.

Just…
more
.

His cock was her world, so rigid and thick, forcing her to accept all that he offered. All that heat and dominance and desire, so overwhelming that her head swam and pinpricks of light filled her vision.

If he fucked her into unconsciousness, she’d go happily. Die that way too.

Her orgasm went on and on for so long that she sagged to the arm of the couch while he continued to seek his own. She was barely aware of his shout of release, but she’d grown so sensitive that the flex of his hips as he rode out his climax unleashed a whole new round of spasms.

Whimpering, she bit the arm of the sofa, trying to make them stop. It was too much. She couldn’t take any more. Her body was one big pulsating nerve, and he’d used her all up.

Deliciously.

“Bed, Li.” His voice reached her through the haze and she strained toward it, already craving his closeness again though he’d never left.

She prayed he never would.

She didn’t argue when he scooped her up in his arms. The restraints around her wrists were gone, but the light pressure remained at her neck. She smiled against his throat. He didn’t take off her pearls.

Hers now. Just like he was.

Cool sheets wrapped around her scalding-hot body, making her moan in relief. So nice. He chuckled against her hair and then his lips were on hers. He kissed her so fleetingly that by the time she’d summoned the energy to reach for him, he was already drawing away. But he didn’t go far. He shifted her so that she was on her side and he was behind her, his strong arm linked around her waist. Something was wedged under her hip, but she didn’t know what it was. It didn’t matter. The comfort of having him wrapped around her diminished any discomfort.

When she came to, she heard soft, child-like voices in the background. She fought to open her ridiculously heavy eyelids, then just gave in to the exhaustion weighing down her limbs. For once, she didn’t have to struggle. She could just be.

Then she realized what she was hearing. Where she was, and what had happened.

A Christmas miracle, more than she’d ever dared to wish for.

She inched her lids open and blinked at the twinkle of tiny lights directly across from the bed. It was a Charlie Brown tree, barely worthy of notice. But he’d wrapped the scrawny branches in lights and draped them in beautiful ornaments and somehow turned it into a lovely tree.

“Charlie Brown,” she whispered, craning her neck to see the small TV on the squat dresser opposite the bed. The kids were doing the Christmas play, and Linus was dressed like a shepherd. Innocent Linus, who never stopped believing, no matter what. From pumpkin patches to school productions, he was always their north star.

Just like Nick was for the band, even if he’d never give himself that much credit. He’d see them through this latest crisis. Arguing all the while most likely, but he’d never lose hope, not once.

Because if he did,
that
would break them. He was Oblivion’s backbone.

Now she had to find one of her own.

She glanced over her shoulder, her lips curving. He’d fallen asleep, remote in hand. That he’d chosen this childhood classic to follow him into sleep was just one more reason she adored him. There was no point in denying it any longer, least of all to herself.

Someday, if the moment was right, she might even tell him.

Throwing off the sheet and moving away from him was like leaving behind the sun. His warmth had radiated into her bones, and she wouldn’t welcome the cold again. But somehow she gained her feet and picked up the clothes he’d considerately left for her on the bedside chair sometime during the wee hours of the night. She dressed and walked to the window, her breath tripping in her chest as she blinked at the plumes of white outside. It couldn’t be. There were miracles, and then there were impossibilities. If it didn’t rain in southern California, it definitely didn’t snow.

She pressed a hand to the cool glass and blinked away the sleep. And smiled faintly at the fog snaking along the ground.

Fog, not snow.

Keep dreaming, Li
.

She dropped her forehead to the glass and swallowed the disappointment. There would be other Christmases with snow. Other times when her lover slept in bed while she watched the flakes come down from a steel-laden sky.

She hoped that lover would be Nick. And that the next time they shared a Christmas, she wouldn’t have to sneak out like a thief to keep from giving in to the urge to just burrow in and
stay
.

Faith would have to carry her through this next little while. Him too. She’d just play Santa before she left and leave him something to wake up to.

She crept downstairs, beyond relieved that none of the rest of the band appeared to have awakened yet. She gathered up the big box she had for Nick, filled with the presents she and her mother had for him, and carted it back up the stairs to his room.

Moments passed while she lingered at the foot of his bed, stroking the long length of pearls at her throat and watching his chest rise and fall. He snored softly, and even that made her smile. Only today. If she had to listen to it every night for the rest of her life, it probably wouldn’t be so cute.

Maybe she’d get the chance to find out. Who was to say? Miracles happened all the time. She just had to have faith.

No matter how difficult the road ahead was—and it would be, of that she had no doubt—

she wouldn’t lose hope.

She unearthed a piece of paper from his desk and pulled out the lipstick she’d tucked into her pocket. She slicked it over her lips before pressing her mouth to the paper, then wrote out a single word before placing the note on top of the gift she left at the foot of his bed.

Believe
.

We hope you enjoyed this holiday story about the band Oblivion. But wait! Lila will need all the faith she can muster—and so will Nick—to get through
FUSED
, releasing February 2
^nd
, 2016 and available for preorder now.

If you’re new to the series and want to see what brought Nick and Lila and the band to this point, check out
SHATTERED
, available now.

O
r better yet
, check out Oblivion’s roots in
ROCKED
, Deacon and Harper’s story, the bestselling book that started it all.

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