You Distract Me - S01 E51

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You Distract Me - S01 E51

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 51

Olivia

I was barely a few minutes into my sleep when I felt the sheets being pulled off my body.

I moaned against it, drunk with sleep and furious that someone would have the balls to disturb me when I finally manage to doze off.

I'd spent two hours of baking with Byron and Freya—who I'd bet had better things to do. And then a couple more hours of twisting and turning in bed. Later on deciding to take an unnecessary shower that relaxed me enough to go to sleep.

I was emotionally and physically exhausted.

Soft plumps lips pressed against my neck and my next breath took in that familiar spectacular scent. Like a bolt of lighting had struck me, I jolted awake, immediately recognizing the feel of that beautiful athletic body pressing into my soft one.

Shayne.

I was just in time to see those panty-wetting eyes before they lowered to my breast, my bare breast. I'd been too exhausted to take off the bathrobe after my shower. Hence, easy access to what lay buck naked underneath.

"I know I'm a little late for dessert, but I promise you'll go back to sleep right after," she said, her voice low and husky. She parted the rest of the robe that covered my lower body. Her hand went straight for the kill.

I gasped just as a sob made its way up my throat.

"Shayne." My voice cracked, tears blurring my vision even as I spread my thighs wider for her to slip in a second finger. My back arched off the bed, a deep moan escaping my throat. "Shayne—"

"Shhh, don't think about anything else but my hands...and my mouth." As soon as she said that last word, her head came down and she took in a diamond-hard nipple into her wet mouth.

"Ah!" I lifted my hand and dug my fingers into her hair, pressing her face into my needy breast.

She sucked hard on the nipple until I was writhing under her. Her fingers were still in me, not moving.

I was beyond desperate now, the wetness gathering around my scorching core almost unbearble. "Please fuck me, Shayne," I begged.

She released my nipple with a 'pop' and looked down at me with blazing eyes and smiling lips. "I wanted to savor what I almost lost but if you say that one more—"

"Fuck me," I said breathlessly, skitting around the brink of near madness.

She didn't waste a second however. Before I could take my next breath, my legs were over her shoulders and her long strong fingers were thrusting into my dripping tightness.

"Yes! Just like that. It feels so good," I purred at her, gripping both my breasts as she repeatedly hit that delicate spot within my walls.

When our eyes met in the heat, I started to convulse out of the blues, no warning of the fierce oncoming orgasm.

But she immediately pulled out.

I was close to cursing her to hell when she defly spread my thighs and without hesitation, dropped to my quivering center. My eyes rolled back when she gave my clit a luscious lick, and then started to suck.

As if that wasn't enough, her fingers were back, slipping right back in and massaging their favorite spot. I'd never felt so good in my life.

I screamed and moaned so loud, I feared my voice would be gone in a matter of minutes.

"Oh my god, Shayne, I'm gonna..." A billion goosebumps deliciously waved over my entire body as Shayne sucked harder and thrusted deeper.

A familiar feeling pulled around my center, and all I could do was watch in a sensational and heavenly daze as I squirted all over Shayne's face and neck.

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Unable to help myself, my hand reached between my legs and furiously rubbed that oh so sensitive bundle of nerves, extending my orgasm as I screamed Shayne's name.

She had a huge grin on her fan-fucking-tastic face that only made me squirt harder.

"Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit," I whispered as I came down from my high and let Shayne lap up my sex, shivers still racking my body with the aftermath of the craziest orgasm I'd ever had...yet.

When I became too sensitive, I pressed my palm against her head, not having the tiniest bit of energy to push her away. A couple of seconds later, her mouth left me.

She got off the bed, went into the bathroom and came back with a dry face and no shirt. She had a towel in her hand.

I watched her—still trying to get some air into my lungs—as she knelt between my still opened legs and gently wiped away the remnants of what we'd just done, fascination and concentration on her magnificent face.

She tossed away the towel and fell behind me. She snaked an arm over my waist, pulling me to her firm front.

Her breath feathered over my temple. "Go to sleep."

"Shayne—"

She shushed me yet again. "We have a lot of work to do later, baby. Go to sleep."

Like a spell, her words commanded my eyelids to droop with a heavy desire to sleep.

Refusing to slide into the darkness just yet, I said, "Dessert served."

Her low and husky chuckle was the last thing I heard before I let myself slip away.

Man, I love her.

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It wasn't a dream. I said to myself as I followed Freya down the hall.

When I'd woken up, alone in bed, it was a couple of minutes past ten, the morning sun already bright and smiley.

The space beside me had been void, not even a note. I'd started to worry that I'd actually had a sex dream. But I hadn't slept naked, had I?

A knock at the door had pulled me out of my thoughts. It was Freya. "Boss wants you ready in fifteen minutes. I'd advise you to wear something expandable and preferably tight."

Now as we walked down a hallway I'd never seen, I worried about my outfit.

My black yoga pants clang onto my legs, leaving no room for imagination while my white long-sleeved workout top molded onto me like a second skin. It was hard not to notice the looks I was getting from the people we passed by.

Well, Freya did say 'tight'.

The mansion was way bigger than I had thought, probably twice the size of our old home. It even seemed three times bigger when we went down a staircase I'd never seen before. I assumed it led to the basement.

"The basement is where everything goes down." Freya said when we reached the floor.

This part of the mansion seemed to be a lot more modern, with blinding white walls and marble floors. Recessed lighting ran all the way down the bright hallway where several people went in and out of the doors lining it. It seemed to be the life of the mansion.

She pointed to the first double-doors we passed. "That's the infirmary. It's comes to great use from things as basic as a cold and to situations as serious as a hole in your chest."

"Is that where..." I failed to finish, afraid my voice would give away the painful memory of watching Shayne being brought in with crimson coloring her entire chest.

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"Yes, that was also where we operated on Shayne. It has a fully equipped operating room as well," she said, turning to me with a small smile.

I smiled back gratefully. "Are you and Freya the only doctors here?"

"No. We're a bunch of us, Shayne just appointed me and Freya to be in charge of that sector of the family."

I nodded in understanding as we approached another door.

"This is the shooting range, comes in very handy. You know how to handle a gun?" She glanced down at me as we continued walking.

"My dad taught me a little, nothing major," I said, focusing on keeping any emotion out of my voice.

"You ever been in a situation that required you to use one?"

An image of me aiming Shayne's Berretta at her face elicited a laugh out of me. "Yeah, but it was more embarrassing than scary. It was yanked out of my hand."

She laughed lowly. "I take it the person didn't pull the trigger?"

"No they didn't." I smiled, my heart aching to see its owner.

"Good for you. This is where I leave you," Freya said, stopping at a set of double-doors, their tall metallic appearance almost unsettling. "Just open the door, she's waiting for you."

"Thanks," I said immediately turning the knob and pushing the door open.

Inside was a massive boxing gym. It was sparkling clean with gray walls and ceiling to floor mirrors surrounding the entirety of the room. Background music played low and lively from the speakers attached to the walls.

A fair amount of people were pushing their bodies to the limit as they worked out like machines.

Workouts I'd never ever seen myself doing were happening all over the gym; tractor-tire flipping, battle rope workouts, weight sled workouts as well as gymnastics. There were the more reasonable ones of course, like cardio kickboxing, the one I could at least give a try.

As intriguing as whatever activities were happening around me, nothing was nearly as captivating or incredibly hot as what I saw in the boxing ring at the center of the gym.

It was Shayne, sparing with a man I remembered being introduced to me at dinner the previous night. His name was Keith, the family's combat trainer. But I didn't spare him a second more, it was his sparing partner that had my undivided attention.

Shayne, in all her caramel-skinned glory was glistening with sweat, her wet pitch-black hair darker than I'd ever seen it.

She wore a pair of black basketball shorts, the lowered waistband revealing a glimpse of her calvin klein underwear. Her chest was covered by a plain black sports bra, the slight mounds behind it calling to my imagination.

It then came to my attention that Shayne had already seen me stark naked before while I'd never gotten past getting her half naked.

Tonight then. I was going to get her naked tonight, even if it meant tying her to the bed.

When my eyes slid up from her rock-hard abs, I found her eyes on me, everywhere on me. That penetrating gaze came back to mine, and I had to swallow the lump in my throat.

I hadn't been dreaming. She really was here.

She must have seen the look in my eyes, because in the next second, she was sliding under the ropes and was out the ring.

She charged for me with a predatory look I'd never seen before. My heart and body turned to molten.

She didn't hesitate to grab my face when she reached me. Her mouth came down on mine, hard. I had to hold back my moan as her tongue dived into my mouth.

I slid my hands around her to dig their fingers into her shoulder blades. Sweaty and all, I didn't care. Audience and all, I simply didn't care. All I cared about was this person who had managed to give me enough scares to last a life time.

When we came up for air, I pulled away from her. As though my hand had plans of its own, it went flying towards Shayne's face, landing a stinging slap across her lean cheek.

I was angry, and I hadn't even known it. "Don't you ever scare me like that again," I said, my tone hard and quiet.

She only stared at me as she held her cheek, eyes narrowed and shocked. If I wasn't mistaken, there was a hint of amusement around her full mouth.

But almost immediately, the load of what I'd just done fell on my shoulders.

My hands clasped over my mouth. "Oh my God! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that." I stood on my tip toes and pulled her down by her shoulders, placing several kisses on her reddened cheek. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, baby."

Snickering surrounded us. We must have made a hell of a scene.

Like a heavenly wave of warmth, Shayne's husky chuckle flooded into my ear. "That was confusing."

I stepped back, dropping my hands from her shoulders. I found her grinning, those adorable dimples twinkling at me. "I'm sorry, it just happened. I didn't know what I was doing. Aren't you mad?"

She shrugged. "As painful and embarrassing as that was, I understand what you feel. I scared you and I'm paying for it with slaps and kisses, how delightful." Open amusement brightened her eyes.

I wrung my fingers, my cheeks warming. "You deserve all the kisses, but the slap was uncalled for. You've had a fair share of slaps ever since we've met and I'm sorry for that."

"You'd better be, that shit hurts." She laughed, brushing my ponytail off my shoulder. "But I deserve every one you've given me. I'll try not to scare you again. I'm here now and I'm not leaving you any time soon."

I didn't bother obscuring the suspicion out of my voice. "Are you sure? Because I'm pretty sure you can't get ganged up on by the entire police department one night and act like nothing happened the very next day. How did you get out?"

Deep down I was nervous. Shayne was never keen on sharing a lot of things with me. And I was afraid if I asked too many questions, she might just snap.

To my surprise, she gave me a patient smile. "Lucile Crawford happened. I want you to meet him today."

"Okay." I couldn't keep the surprise and excitement out of my voice.

She held onto my hand and pulled me towards the ring. "For now, we're gonna get you into the fighting spirit. Just don't try to slap me while we're at it."