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  Before Olivia could actually get her hands on the box, another voice saying her name—a man’s voice—had her spinning as her heart kicked up with adrenaline-filled anger, tinged with just a touch of fear.

  “Olivia?” His voice was low, guttural and full of anger. Roland glared at her with bloodshot eyes. Even though he had a black ski mask over his head and was wearing a bulky black coat which had probably helped hide him blend into the shadows, she knew it was him. His hands were shoved inside his pockets and he looked like he was shivering, despite the size of the coat.

  Which meant he’d probably been out here a while. Waiting.

  Instinctively she moved in front of Lexie, her arms spread slightly.

  “Who is that?” Lexie asked from behind her. Olivia ignored her, totally focused on the threat in front of her.

  “So good to see you again, Roland,” Olivia said coldly, hearing Lexie suck in a shocked breath. “I’m so glad you’re here. We’ve been looking for you.”

  “Have you?” he sneered, his right hand sliding out of his pocket, and for the first time Olivia’s fear outweighed her anger as she saw the gun he was holding. “Funny, because I’ve been looking for you too. But you’re never alone, are you?”

  “Put the gun away, Roland,” she said, trying to remain calm even though it felt like her heart was going to pound right out of her chest. Lexie gasped, the cardboard box she was holding creaking slightly as she tightened her grip on it in fear.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck… were Patrick and the others even looking at the security cameras? Or were they too busy trying to talk quickly before she and Lexie came in?

  Was she seriously going to die in a sexy Mrs. Claus outfit? It was a stupid thought, a stupid concern, and yet once it popped up in her head she couldn’t get it out. Olivia didn’t want to die in a sexy Mrs. Claus outfit. She didn’t want to die at all, but especially not wearing this. Except maybe the boots. Because Luke liked the boots.

  “You should run now,” Lexie said, her voice high and tight. “You’re going to get your ass kicked.” If Olivia could turn around, if she could have turned her back on Roland, she would have fixed Lexie with a searing look. She realized the younger woman was frightened and trying to fight it, but prodding the strung-out asshole was not going to help.

  “Run?” Roland snorted. “You dumb bitch, I’m the one with the gun! And you two… you fucking kicked me out of class and ruined me… and you…” His focus on Olivia wavered for just a moment as he looked behind her. “You’re with that other dumb fuck who ruined me…”

  “Put the gun away and leave, Roland,” Olivia said, her voice surprisingly steady as she continued to use herself as a human shield for Lexie. The only thing she could think of which would be worse than dying right here and now, would be having to watch Lexie die first. If she could just keep Roland talking, if she could just keep Lexie safe, surely someone had to look at the security camera and call the cops. “There are cameras up all over this parking lot and this area is clearly visible on them.”

  “That’s what the mask is for, you stupid cunt!”

  “Hey Roland, there’s audio too Roland,” Lexie shouted loudly. “So even if you shoot us, everyone will still know it was you, Roland.”

  “Shut up! Shut up, shut up!”

  For a second Olivia thought Lexie had just pushed him into shooting them immediately, but what she’d said seemed to have gotten through to him. Even if it was a flat-out lie, it looked like it might save their lives.

  Then, suddenly, the door to Stronghold burst open and shouting filled the air, and it was like suddenly everything was happening in horrific slow motion.

  Luke was first out the door, bare-chested and bare-footed, with Patrick practically riding his back, Michael and Will—tonight’s inner door guard—right behind them. Roland began to spin towards them, the gun pointing right at Luke, and Olivia screamed as she launched herself forward without thinking.

  She hit Roland’s body with the entire weight of hers, and she felt the recoil of the gun as it went off.

  Heard the masculine scream of pain.

  SawLuke jerk as bright red blood suddenly sprayed… and he fell.

  Her heart broke even as a red-filmed rage nearly obscured her vision.

  The gun clattered on the ground as she and Roland went down together.

  Time resumed its normal pace as Olivia let out a shriek of fury, landing hard on top of Roland. Her arm swung back and slammed forward, and his head snapped as she plowed her fist into his nose. She both heard and felt the sharp crack as his nose broke. He wheezed out a sound like a wounded animal.

  For good measure, she did it again, this time getting his eye.

  And again, his jaw.

  “OLIVIA!” Patrick bellowed at her. “Luke needs you!”

  Sense overtook emotion.

  Luke!

  She still managed to knee Roland in the balls as she shoved away from him, leaving him whimpering, curled up in a little ball, nose bleeding onto the concrete. Will and Michael had almost reached her, both of their faces grim, ready to take over handling the shit-gibbon. Olivia rushed past them to where Patrick and Lexie were both leaning over Luke’s prone form.

  As she approached, she heard him groan.

  “That fucking stings,” he said, reaching up to try and touch his shoulder. Lexie slapped his hand back down so he couldn’t touch the bloody mess as Olivia knelt down and grabbed the hand Lexie had just slapped away.

  “It stings?” she asked, furious all over again as she looked at his shoulder.

  ******

  “A lot?” he added on, feeling oddly uncertain as Olivia glared at him.

  Luke badly wanted to touch his shoulder and actually see how bad it was. He had heard the gunshot, felt the sudden burning pain, and ended up falling instead of ducking the way he’d meant to. Hit his head when he went down too, which actually hurt worse than his shoulder in some ways. Trying to turn his head to see the wound hurt even more, as well as making him dizzy.

  “I think it’s just a graze,” Patrick pronounced a moment later. “I don’t see an entry or exit wound, but we can have Jake look at it inside until the paramedics get here.”

  “Just a graze?” Olivia echoed, her grip tight on Luke’s hand. She looked between the two of them. “Just a graze?” For a moment she slumped, her face full of relief, before straightening and glaring at Patrick. “I thought he was about to die! And then you said he needed me!”

  “I did need you,” Luke murmured, regaining her attention.

  Her expression softened as she looked down at him, and then hardened again. Her hand smacked the side of his chest which didn’t have any blood on it. “Don’t you ever go running at a man with a gun ever again!”

  “Don’t make it necessary again, ma’am,” he said, giving her a stern look of his own. Olivia scowled back at him. “Um… do you think I could get up? I’m starting to feel really fucking cold.”

  Funny how that had worked. He actually hadn’t felt the cold so much until just now, as his adrenaline finally started to wear off. Of course, now that it had he was very aware of how cold the ground was, how frigid the air was, and how uncomfortable the pavement he was lying on was.

  As Olivia and Patrick helped him up and began walking him back toward Stronghold, she whispered in his ear.

  “As soon as you’re feeling better, I’m going to hurt you so bad. Never, ever again do anything like that. I thought you all would call the police, not come running out here!”

  “We did both,” he muttered. “Ellie’s called the cops and she was going to go get Kincaid.”

  As if saying his name had summoned him, the door to Stronghold flew open once again and Kincaid came storming out.

  Things moved pretty quickly after that.

  Roland was arrested, the gun collected as evidence, and he left with the paramedics, Kincaid, and two uniformed cops to be treated before he could be taken in. Olivia had broken his nose and cracked his cheekbone whe
n she’d pummeled him. The paramedics said they suspected testicular torsion after he’d started throwing up and from the way he wasn’t able to uncurl from the fetal position without help. The paramedic didn’t sound particularly upset as he confided that such an injury would likely need surgery to fix.

  Since the cameras showed everything pretty clearly the police agreed it was self-defense, but suggested they keep the tape just in case Roland tried to claim assault. Not that he’d have a leg to stand on. Especially since his worst injury had come when Olivia had kneed Roland in the balls it actually looked like she had just unintentionally slammed him in the crotch when she’d been rushing to get up and get to Luke. The other three blows could be explained as making sure the man threatening them all with a gun had stayed down.

  After cleaning Luke’s shoulder, the paramedics bandaged up the groove in his flesh (it had actually created a bloody trench across his shoulder, which Luke found fascinating). They gave him some pain killers, reminded him to get a tetanus booster if he needed one, and told him to move it as little as possible for the next few days while keeping the area dry and the bandages clean. If he wanted stitches he could go to the hospital and get them, but Luke wasn’t particularly interested. Olivia had been much less fascinated with the wound and much more infuriated, muttering more dire threats under her breath. He wasn’t actually sure whether they’d been directed at him or Roland either.

  Patrick sent Luke and Olivia home, with Olivia driving Luke’s car.

  An hour later, Kincaid called to tell them Roland had confessed to everything—granted he’d done so while ranting about what Olivia ‘deserved,’ but it still counted. They’d even found out how he’d been following her. When he’d keyed her car he’d also attached a low-tech but perfectly usable tracker to the underside of her car. He’d just gotten lucky about his positioning when he’d attached it, and it wasn’t immediately distinguishable from just fumbling around while he was scratching his message into the paint unless you knew what you were looking for.

  So that solved the mystery of how he’d known where she was, but not always. Any time she’d been in Luke’s or someone else’s car, Roland had been left in the dark. Tonight had apparently been the first time he’d been able to approach her and he’d jumped at the chance, to his own detriment.

  When they pulled into Luke’s driveway, Nick’s car was already there. Olivia had made Luke text his brother when they were still at Stronghold, to let him know what had happened.

  So he had two nursemaids fluttering over him while Molly swirled around all of their legs, trying to earn their love and attention.

  “It’s just a flesh wound,” he muttered for the umpteenth time when Nick wouldn’t even let him get up to go get his own glass of water.

  “Shut up, Monty Python,” Nick retorted.

  “I wasn’t even quoting Monty Python!” Luke said, starting to throw up his hands in exasperation, and then wincing as his injured shoulder muscle twinged painfully at the movement. “Ouch.”

  “Stop moving!” Olivia ordered, her voice strained as she immediately pulled his shirt open again to check on the bandage. Which was fine.

  Sighing, Luke just leaned back and accepted their ministrations. He gave up. It was just easier.

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  Chapter 20

  Two days after his shoulder had been grazed (which Olivia yelled at him for saying every time, insisting he’d been shot), Nick, Olivia, and Luke all ended up at Adam’s for a much noisier Christmas dinner than he’d originally planned on having this year. He and Nick were going to just do a chill dinner this year, but Adam had insisted on them coming over.

  Luke was glad for the distraction. Olivia had been ridden with guilt over his shoulder, even though he’d made the decision to rush in. He couldn’t even give her a hard time about going out into the parking lot alone, because she was already raking herself over the coals for it. Being around their friends and holiday cheer was just what she needed.

  Especially because he truly was just fine now.

  Not only were Adam and Angel there with Angel’s entire family, but the rest of their friends were constantly popping in as their own Christmas day activities finished. Apparently Adam’s was the place to end up at. Olivia privately told him that Adam liked having a full house of friends on the holidays because his divorced parents were so geographically spread out and tended to become upset when he chose between them for big holidays. So he just invited all his friends over and they all came to him.

  Although Olivia admitted they didn’t always all show up. This year they did, dying to talk about everything that had gone down at Stronghold a couple days earlier. Luke was the hero of the hour, no matter how much Olivia muttered about how he’d better never do it again and fussed over his bandages. The graze hadn’t even been deep enough to need stitches. It was already healing really well and he pretty much had full movement, but that didn’t stop her.

  Admittedly… he kind of liked being fussed over by her. But he really was fine.

  Mostly he was relieved it was over. No more Roland. No more stalker. No more shit-gibbon. Kincaid had tracked down where Roland had been squatting, and the place had been filled with drugs and other firearms, none of which Roland had registered but which had shown up as reported stolen property. He was being charged with all sorts of things on top of attempted murder, assault, harassment, vandalism, etc. So far there had been no word of any assault charges being filed against Olivia for the way she’d pounded on him in the parking lot—Luke suspected Kincaid’s involvement with that. Roland had definitely seemed the type to file just to be an ass, even if he didn’t really have a case.

  When Olivia asked him if there was anything he wanted for Christmas but hadn’t gotten yet, he did have one request…

  ******

  Stepping out of Luke’s en suite bathroom, fully dressed, Olivia couldn’t help but curve her lips in an amused smile.

  When she’d asked him if his Christmas was missing anything, this was definitely not the answer she’d expected. Maybe she should have known better though. Luke really had a thing for these boots.

  “Okay, cupcake, I’m all dressed,” she said, canting one hip to the side and placing her hands on them, posing for him. Since she was literally wearing nothing but her thigh-high black boots, she kept her legs slightly apart to both tease him with the slight spread of her thighs as well as keep her balance. “Now what?”

  “Just… stay right there,” he said a little hoarsely, his eyes riveted to her as he got up from where he’d been reclining naked on the bed. Mutual visual appreciation, that’s what this was. The only thing marring her enjoyment was the bandage still on his shoulder, but she knew underneath the white gauze his actual wound was looking pretty good. Just like it should.

  Still, Olivia lifted her eyebrows as he came closer to her and then dropped to his knees in front of her.

  “This is what you want to do?” she asked, a little incredulously as he leaned forward, his hands pressing between her thighs to help shift them apart.

  Honestly, she’d expected… well, maybe some part of her had expected him to want to take a little more control. Just once, for something different.

  “Oh yes,” he said huskily, looking up at her, his blue eyes swirling with lust and desire. “Just step forward a little… just like that.”

  Bemused, Olivia obligingly straddled his face, her boots putting her at basically the perfect height to do so. She moaned, her hands sliding into Luke’s hair as he tilted his head back and began to slide his tongue between her pussy lips, trying to keep her balance. It was actually not a position she would have chosen, just because she found herself relying on him to make sure she didn’t tip over, but she had to admit… it was pretty fucking hot.

  His hands on her ass kept her hips tilted forward so he could lick and suck to his heart’s delight, as well as keeping her from falling.

  Tilting her head back, she let him ta
ke more control and just enjoyed the oral worship he so desperately wanted to indulge in.

  ******

  The position was more uncomfortable than in his fantasy, but that didn’t take away any of Luke’s enjoyment. The leather boots on either side of his body were hot as fuck, Olivia tasted like sinful delight, and being able to stare up at her with her ass cupped in his palms… well he was burning the image into his brain to join all his other favorites. Her pink-tipped breasts wobbled as she moved against his tongue, the tendrils of hair around her shoulders sliding over her skin, her soft moans filling the air.

  He lapped at her pussy, ignoring the ache in his neck as he slid his tongue between her lips before pulling back to move in circles around her clit as it swelled. Olivia’s moans were growing louder, her movements trying to become more pronounced as her ass pressed against his cupped hands.

  For a moment, her fingers tugged his hair almost painfully as she shuddered and nearly slipped, her knees buckling as her weight pressed more forcefully against him.

  Then she straightened, backing off and panting for breath. Luke let her go, let her step back. Her pussy lips and clit were pink and swollen beneath her red curls, her nipples hard and tightly budded. Silvery eyes regarded him thoughtfully.

  “Sorry cupcake, I don’t think I’m going to be able to stand in that position through an orgasm,” she said, sounding rather disappointed.

  He grinned, his hand sliding up to massage his neck muscles where they were aching a little. “That’s okay, ma’am, I got most of what I wanted.”

  “Is there anything else?” she asked, gently, stepping forward to slide her fingers through his hair and down to where he was massaging his neck, replacing his hand with her own. Luke sighed and leaned his head against the top of her boot as she worked the muscles, enjoying both being so close to her pussy as well as the intimacy of the moment.

  “There is one thing…” he said, his heart starting to pound.

  He knew what he wanted. He was pretty sure he was ready.