The Bad Boy's Seduction (Bedding the Bad Boy Book 2) (6 page)

He glanced up, holding up one hand toward Colt and Olivia. “No offense to you, Olivia. You’re a lovely person, inside and out, I’m just not in a place to think about anyone that way.”

“No offense taken,” Olivia mumbled, her cheeks going as pink as her bathrobe while Colton glared over her head as his brother, not liking the fact that Tucker had noticed how lovely Olivia was.

He didn’t want anyone looking at Olivia that way except him.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re ready. It’s been three years,” Daisy said, turning to take Tucker’s hand. “You were in love once and whether you know it or not, your heart wants to love again. I know it does. I can sense these things.”

She glanced back at Olivia, her mouth trembling at the edges. “You and Olivia are both in serious need of some tender loving care and you would have been perfect for each other. Just perfect. But now Colt’s gone and ruined it the way he ruins everything.”

Colt’s breath huffed out, but before he could ask what the hell Daisy meant by that, Olivia piped up—

“Stop it, Daisy. Right now.” She looped her arm through Colt’s, squeezing tight. “Colt didn’t ruin anything. I make my own choices. I’m a big girl and I know what I want.”

“But—”

“And my eyes are wide open,” Olivia barreled on before Daisy’s protest could fully form. “I’m not laboring under any romantic delusions and nothing that happens between Colt and me is going to leave any scars. You don’t have to worry about me or my heart or anything else. And that is as much as I’m going to share with you about it. The rest is between Colt and me.”

Olivia sighed. “Now if you and Tucker wouldn’t mind letting yourselves out, I need to get dressed.”

Daisy pressed her lips together for a long, tense moment.

Holding her tongue wasn’t his sister’s strong suit, but evidently she could tell that Olivia had her mind made up. “Fine. Are you coming over to help paint or should I do it myself?”

“I’ll be over in ten minutes,” Olivia said, her tone gentling. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting. I didn’t mean to lose track of time.”

“No worries. It happens.” Daisy stood up straighter, her lips peeling away from her teeth in what was clearly a forced smile. “Then I’ll see you soon. And I promise not to say a word about this unfortunate incident or less than wise decision that you have been coerced into making.”

She grabbed the sleeve of Tucker’s uniform. “Come on Tucker, you can borrow my truck to drive out to Mom and Dad’s and come back and pick me up later.”

Daisy started down the stairs, towing Tucker after her. His brother shot Colt one last commiserating look before lifting a hand to Olivia. “Nice to see you again, Olivia. Don’t be a stranger.”

“Welcome home, Tucker,” Olivia said. “See you at bowling tomorrow.”

“At bowling tomorrow?” Colt asked softly as his siblings tromped down the stairs and let themselves out the front door.

“Daisy roped Tucker and me into going to the turkey bowling with her tomorrow,” Olivia said, letting her hand slide from his arm. “I tried to beg off as soon as I realized she was trying to set us up, but she wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

She shook her head. “It’s probably a good thing she found out you were up here. At least now, Tucker and I will be allowed to bowl as friends in peace.”

“But I thought you and I were going together,” Colt said, an unpleasant squirming sensation slithering through his chest. He’d just recognized the feeling as jealousy—not something he had cause to feel very often—when Olivia turned to him with wide eyes.

“Oh, really?” Her lips pulled to either side of her face, showing her tiny bottom teeth. “I thought that was only if you won the race. Sorry. I just…I didn’t even think. I’m sure you can join us if you want. I mean, they’re your family. I can ask Daisy about it when I head over to paint the coffin.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Colton shrugged, determined not to let Olivia see how confused he was. “Considering I ‘ruin everything,’ I’m sure Daisy would rather not have me along.”

“I’m sure she didn’t mean that,” Olivia said, laying a hand on his back. “She was just shocked and mad that her match had fallen through. You know she hates to lose at anything. I’m sure that’s all it was.”

“Maybe, but I don’t get it. I thought she was throwing
us
together.”

Olivia’s shoulders lifted and fell. “I did, too, but obviously it hadn’t even crossed her mind. She said she was just feeling lazy this morning and she had planned to meet us for brunch but got caught up in restocking. I guess after all those years of seeing me crush on you and you barely notice that I was alive, she just assumed you were immune to my charms.”

She smiled as she moved away down the hall. “I’m going to take a quick shower before I head over to Daisy’s. Stay as long as you like and don’t bother locking up after. I’ll be back before too late.”

Colton watched her go, too shocked to say anything until she had nearly reached the door to the bathroom and by then he, thankfully, had gathered enough self-control to keep his mouth shut.

If Olivia wanted to keep this casual, he could do that. He had lots of experience with keeping things casual. It was the way he preferred to manage his love life, in fact, and if Olivia were anyone other than Olivia he would be relieved that she didn’t want to talk about what had happened in the bedroom or stress about defining their relationship.

But she wasn’t any other girl.

She was Olivia, and she’d made him feel things he hadn’t expected to feel: a raw, hungry tenderness that had made making love to her one of his best memories of the past two years.

Hell, maybe of the past twenty-eight.

He couldn’t remember anything that had made him as purely happy as having Olivia naked in his arms, or anything that hurt as much as watching her walk away, acting like what they’d shared was just another better-than-average fuck.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Olivia

Amazingly, Daisy kept her promise not to say a word about Olivia’s decision to have a red-hot fling with the wrong brother.

Coffin painting went off without anything more awkward than a strained moment when Daisy wanted angry eyes on the front of the coffin and Olivia preferred big googly ones, and Olivia returned home at five after seven to find her house silent.

Upstairs, the bed had been made with fresh sheets and all signs of the erotic afternoon she’d shared with Colt had been smoothed away. Back downstairs, she found the old sheets clean, folded, and sitting on the dryer, meaning Colt had stuck around long enough to wait for the drier to finish before leaving her house.

She wandered around the ground floor, wondering how he’d spent the time.

Had he sat at the kitchen table and had a glass of tea? Had he turned on Sports Center in the living room and zoned out while he completed his thoughtful gesture?

Olivia settled into the overstuffed velvet couch with a sigh and closed her eyes, imagining that she was sitting exactly where Colt had sat and wishing he were there beside her. But before the wish could become a longing, she grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels, finding a teen slasher movie she’d watched several times before and settling in for a re-watch.

Nothing like horror movie gore to keep your mind off affairs of the heart.

Her heart had no part in this affair. She and Colt were going to have hot sex for as long as it pleased them both and then he was going to leave and there would be no hard feelings.

She refused to think about the way Colt had burst through defenses she hadn’t even realized she had, making her feel exposed and safe all at the same time. She refused to think about how beautiful and sexy she’d felt in his arms, or the way he’d looked at her like she was the only woman in the world.

She wasn’t the only woman in the world.

She was one of many who had rolled around in bed with Colton Brody. She had known that going in and was prepared to take the necessary steps to keep her perspective.

That meant no calling Colt to say good night, no texting to see if he was going to join her, Daisy, and Tucker for turkey bowling tomorrow, and no replaying every moment of their sexy afternoon over and over again until she was so turned on she had to run over to his house for a quickie.

She managed to keep all of her promises to herself until around midnight when she fell asleep and her traitorous subconscious took over.

Her subconscious, clearly having no reservations surrounding fantasizing about Colt, barely waited for her to hit her REM phase before clicking over to the Colton Brody Naked and Sexy channel.

“Get over here,” Colt said, blue eyes flashing as he crooked his finger her way. He was lying beside a crystal blue swimming pool, stretched out on a towel in the sun, wearing nothing but a pair of tiny swim trunks that showcased every inch of his incredible body.

Well, almost every inch…

But she would be seeing those other inches before too long. Right after she finished teasing Colton for his questionable fashion choices.

“I would,” she said, leaning against the doorway of the pool house, crossing her arms over her bikini-clad chest. “But I’m too busy admiring this outfit. Nineteen eighty-two called. It wants its shorts back.”

“Don’t pretend these don’t make you hot,” he said, propping up on his elbows and bending one knee. “I know you have Magnum P.I. fantasies. You used to watch those reruns, see Tom Selleck’s long, hairy legs hanging out, and wonder why it was suddenly so hard not to squirm in your chair.”

Olivia’s cheeks went molten hot. “Oh my God. I did not!”

“You blush when you lie,” he said, grinning wickedly. “Did you know that about yourself, Olivia? You blush when you come, too. Your breasts get all pink and it’s all I can do not to bite them.”

“You’re a bad man, Mr. Brody,” she said, biting her lip, amazed that he could get her humming with just a few naughty words and a smile.

“That’s what you like best about me.” He stood and prowled across the pool deck toward her. “Now it’s time to show you a trick I’m very proud of.”

She tilted her head back, gazing into his eyes as he stopped close enough for her to smell the addictive scent of sunscreen and Colton mingling on his skin. “What’s that?”

He took her by the shoulders, turning her around and pressing a kiss to where her suit was tied behind her neck, making her shiver. “How fast I can get your bikini off using only my teeth.”

Before she could tell him that they couldn’t get naked outside—what if someone showed up for a swim—her bathing suit top was on the ground and her breasts were in Colton’s big warm hands. He captured her nipples between his fingertips, rolling them with the perfect pressure, sending waves of arousal coursing through her, melting her from the inside out.

“I’ve been dreaming about your tits all day,” he whispered against her neck, pulling her back against him until she could feel the thick ridge of his arousal nudging insistently against her ass. “Thinking about how I wanted to spread suntan oil all over these beautiful breasts and slide my cock between them while I play with your pretty little nipples. But now that I’ve got you here all I want is your pussy.”

“Yes, please.” Her head fell back against his shoulder as she arched into his touch. She was already dizzy, drunk with wanting him and he’d barely had his hands on her thirty seconds. “I want that. I want you so much.”

“How much?” he asked, pulsing his cock against her, sending a rush of heat out to dampen the crotch of her bathing suit bottom.

“So, so much.” Her hands came to cover his as he continued to tease her nipples. “Please, Colt. Don’t make me wait. I’m so wet for you already.”

“I won’t make you wait, baby,” he said, his voice husky. “I’ll give it to you right now, but I’m going to need something from you in return.”

“Anything,” she said, squirming as the ache between her legs grew even more intense.

“I’m going to need you to say my Magnum P.I. shorts are sexy.”

“Your Magnum P.I. shorts are so sexy,” she said without a beat of hesitation. “The only thing sexier will be the moment you take them off and I can see your cock hard and ready to take me.”

He cursed beneath his breath. “Your dirty talk is getting so much better, Miss Page.”

“I had a good teacher, Mr. Brody.” She reached back, caressing his erection through his shorts. “Now take those off and show me that you remember how to fuck me.”

“As if I could ever forget.”

A moment later they were both on a cushioned lounge chair and Olivia’s bottom had joined her top on the ground and Colt was pushing inside her, his cock stretching her, owning her, proving that there was no one else in the world who could take her to the places he did. She came with his powerful body moving above hers and then he turned her around and took her from behind, his cock pistoning inside her until she came a second time, shaking and trembling and struggling to hold herself up on her hands and knees.

By the time Tom Selleck arrived to question them in association with a murder on the island—proving this was definitely a dream—she had come so many times she’d lost track and was floating in a state of bliss so intense she wasn’t bothered by the fact that she was being questioned half-naked or that Colt kept complimenting Tom on his short shorts while finger fucking her beneath a beach towel.