Page 27 of Protecting Olivia

“Anything?” I asked.

“The groundwork has been laid. Hopefully, Gomez will take the bait.”

“Copy that. I want it on record, I don’t like this shit one bit.”

“Noted. It is the fastest way to neutralize Gomez. Tex already sent one of his tracking devices to Wolf. He’s expecting you and Hash tomorrow.”

Tex had designed a device for his friends to use to track their women. The stories of how each of his old teammates had found their wives were legendary in our tight-knit community. Each of the men had found their other halves in what started out as a high-stakes life or death scenario but quickly turned into a true and lasting love story as they claimed their women. Lucky bastards.

“That’s something.”

Zane disconnected, and I went over the plan again. I didn’t like that we were drawing Gomez out and essentially leading him right to us. Garrett believed the best way to get to Gomez was have him come to us. His network in Bolivia was far-reaching, it would be like trying to find a needle in a fucked-up haystack if we went to him.

Tex had left crumbs for Gomez to follow back to us. Crumbs that Gomez, being the type of egotistical ass he was, would want to handle personally. I didn’t like that we were calling the man out while Olivia was with us. He was unstable and dangerous.

With miles and miles of open road ahead of me I had nothing to do but think. For a moment, I considered waking Olivia to talk. But that would’ve been the equivalent of dangling the proverbial apple in front of Eve. Better to drive in silence than temptation.

***

Another ten hours later and we were in our hotel. I was dog-dick tired after a seventeen-hour drive. I rushed through my shower, ignoring my hard cock, and threw some sweatpants and a tee on. Last night Olivia slept in the clothes she had been wearing all day. Tonight, she tortured me with a pair of rolled up boxers and a tank top. I was going to kill Jasmin for packing that shit. Surely the girl had flannel PJs that buttoned up to the neck. I made a mental note to text Garrett and ask him to buy Olivia something more appropriate to sleep in.

I walked out of the bathroom to find Olivia already asleep in one of the queen-sized beds. She looked so fucking beautiful and tempting lying there. She looked so different than in all the pictures I’d seen of her dressed up with a full face of makeup. She didn’t need it and looked so much prettier without all that crap caked on. Why women did that shit is beyond me. It hid all their natural beauty.

I got into bed beside Olivia and pulled her close and buried my face in her soft hair. I told myself I was in her bed because I didn’t want her to wake up screaming in her sleep. I told myself I was only there because I was tired. I told myself a bunch more shit before I admitted I was a fucking liar and fell asleep.

***

Olivia was thrashing in her sleep and whimpering. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand, four-thirty.

“You’re safe, tesorino,” I whispered and kissed the top of her head.

She stilled and settled in, her head tucked under my chin.

***

“Wake up, Olivia.”

Zane had called and said him and Garrett were ready to hit the road. We had another full day ahead of us before we hit Wolf and Caroline’s house in San Diego. We’d meet up with Abe there before he took us out to a cabin he owned outside of Riverton. We would stay there until this shit with Gomez was taken care of.

“Five more minutes,” she whined.

“Nope. I gave you seven more minutes already,” I reminded her.

This girl did not like to wake up. I don’t think I’d ever seen someone sleep so much.

“Fine,” she huffed and threw the blanket off her, giving me a view of her long legs. I knew what those legs felt like when they were tangled with mine as she cuddled into me. My palms ached to touch them, too. I wanted to start at her ankles and run my hands up over her calves, kiss my way up her thighs, and bury my face between her legs until she screamed my name.

Shit.

“I have the new bandages laid out for your wrist. Get dressed, and we’ll clean it up.”

I watched as she walked to the bathroom, my eyes glued to her tight ass. The thin boxers she wore didn’t cover much, and the way she had them rolled up gave me a tiny hint of creamy ass cheek. My mouth watered, actually watered, at the thought of sinking my cock into her from behind, that full ass rippling with the force of my thrusts.

“I’m ready,” Olivia called from the bathroom.

Jesus, how long had I been fantasizing about having sex with the poor girl?

I cleaned her wrist, checked the room to ensure we had everything, and headed for the truck. I clocked Zane and Garrett at my eleven o’clock as they climbed into Zane’s SUV. Jaxon and Colin had gone ahead of us.