“You were close.”

“You were being sweet.”

“Like I said, get used to that.”

“Then you were an ass.”

“You should probably get used to that too.”

She glared

Nick grinned.

She jerked her head to the counter, snapping, “Order, Sebring. I’m hungry.”

“As you wish, baby,” he muttered, reaching into his inside jacket pocket to pull out his phone.

He ordered, not letting her go.

After he was done, he stripped off his jacket and she took him for a tour of her house, which was even more massive than he thought. It was also on the market, something he already knew, with barely any nibbles, something that wasn’t a surprise considering the fact it was listed for over five million dollars.

The place was worth it, but considering a very small percent of the population could afford it, a buyer would take some time.

And by that time, he knew right then, she’d be selling and moving in with him.

They ate in the family room in front of the TV.

They fucked in her bed.

And Nick didn’t get a text from Jed until they were fucking to tell him her watcher had taken off (a text he obviously didn’t take until after they finished).

He did not like that.

Then again, he didn’t like any of the shit they had to wade through.

It was time he quit fucking around. It was time to form the intricate plan he had to form to get them through the shit and fulfill the promise he made a dead Hettie.

It was time to get done, move on and guide them both to their happy.

But first, because it was his job as her man that he give her more reasons life was worth living, he was going to take his woman to Vegas.

* * * * *

7:48 – Saturday Morning

Nick woke feeling Livvie trailing a finger along his chest. The touch was light, sweet, and it stayed that way as she traced it down to his ribs.

She added her mouth at the base of his throat, it tracked his collarbone.

When he felt her hair gliding along his shoulder, he turned into her, gathering her in both arms, holding her on their sides.

She hitched her leg on his hip, her fingers now trailing his back, her face in his throat.

“Like your place,” she muttered, sounding sleepy.

“Good,’ he muttered back, not sure why she said that since “good morning” was more appropriate, not to mention, they were waking in her bed for the first time.

Maybe she preferred his.

“It’s you,” she went on.

“Yeah,” he replied unnecessarily, because it was. He spoke at all because she’d stopped but she seemed to be feeling chatty because she continued.

“I feel safe there.”

Fuck, he liked that.

He closed his eyes and pulled her closer.

“Good,” he whispered.

She pressed even closer, her fingers no longer sketching mindlessly on his back but instead, her hand was pressed tight to his lat.

“But I like you here,” she said, her voice softer, huskier, both of these with feeling.

He rolled her to her back, rolling on top, lifting his head, catching her eyes.

Yeah, she was feeling.

A lot.

Nick said nothing.

“I like you in my house,” she continued. With her leg hitched on his hip, Nick had fallen through both when he rolled her. Now, she wrapped her calf around the back of his thigh. “I like you here because, if this fucks up, if I lose it, if I lose you, I’ll have that.”

His gut started burning. His eyes never leaving hers, he wrapped his fist around his hard cock and started rubbing the tip against her.

He felt her warm damp turn wet.

He dropped his face closer.

Her breath came faster, her eyes went slightly hazy, but she still stayed focused and kept whispering.

“This fucks up, I can ramble around here all alone and be happier doing it, just having these memories of you being here with me.”

She got that shit out.

Time to shut it down.

He caught at her pussy and slowly glided into Olivia’s soft sleek.

She licked her lips, arching her back, her other leg wrapping around his ass, both her hands pressing hard into the muscle of his back.

“This is not gonna fuck up,” he growled, gliding out and taking his time, doing the same gliding back in.

“Okay, Nick.”

He kept moving inside her.

“We’re gonna make more memories. Here. At my place. Anywhere we fuckin’ want.”

“Okay, honey,” she breathed.

“We’re not gonna lose shit,” he promised.

He kept moving, going deeper.

She slid one hand up and curled it tight around the back of his neck, the other arm she wrapped around him to hold on.

“I’m gonna make it good,” he vowed.

She tipped her hips up, gazing into his eyes, now panting.

“You gotta believe,” he ordered.

“Believe,” she whispered.

He went faster.

She held on tighter.

“You gotta believe, Livvie,” he grunted.

“I believe, honey.”

He took her mouth. He fucked her cunt. She came hard for him. He shot deep in her.

He stayed on top and tangled his hand in the back of her hair, holding her still as he said in her ear, “No more talk like that. You think like that, you don’t sleep. You think like that, you worry. You gotta let that go, Liv. I’m gonna make it all okay. You gotta let it go and believe.”