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i read and I write 🔮🎶🖤 Mayans MC | Good Girls | Sons of Anarchy 18+ Minors DNI I like a little plot with my smut No reader inserts/ships. This is an original character only house. Fic writer since ‘08 Only sharing mini series/one shots on Tumblr. Full length works can be found on ao3. Message me for info 🖤

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its so freeing when you realize you can literally write whatever you want 

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it doesnt have to be good or anything you can just write things and post them and it doesnt matter at all

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“your story sucks” what are you going to do? refund the money u didn’t pay? you are a bozo

[topknot32]

Miami (5/5)

Rio/OFC

summary- the short and sweet conclusion to this Rio & Olivia mini series.

warnings- none

word count- 2.2K

Chris kept quiet the entire drive back to the house, and Olivia didn't have the courage to try and break the silence. He hardly even acknowledged her presence when she came out of the restaurant a few minutes after he left in anger. Olivia knew from conversations with Beth how sharp the edge of Chris's anger could be, but she'd never experienced it firsthand. It stung so badly when they pulled into the driveway she considered taking the cash she still had in her purse and getting a cab to a hotel.

What he was asking of her was a lot, and the fact that he refused to even consider sparing her friend in return made Olivia's own anger flare up. She had to get word to Beth, or get home before Chris could send out an order to one of his goons.

When they pulled into the driveway, Olivia jumped out of the car before Chris even had it in park. She hurried across the driveway as fast as her heels would allow, and a few seconds later she heard the sound of his quick steps on the pavement behind her. "Olivia," he said, his tone hiding none of his frustration.

She pushed through the front door and paused, listening for any sign of the boys. Laughter trickled in from the front living room, and she headed that way before Chris could catch up.

"Olivia, stop," he said as he shut the front door.

Still she ignored him. She found Sofia and the boys watching a movie on the enormous theater screen, and she tried to wipe the stress from her face.

"You're early," Sofia said.

"It's been a long day, and I'm just so tired," Olivia said, forcing a smile. "Come with me, Kai."

The toddler popped up out of a pile of blankets on the floor. "Hi, mama."

"Hi, honey, let's go. Time for bed."

He stood and ran over, wearing a new set of pajamas they'd just bought that afternoon. Olivia took his hand and turned to find Chris standing just inside the living room with his hands resting behind his back. "What are you doing, Olivia?"

Olivia picked Kai up and said nothing, walking straight passed Chris toward the stairs that would take them to the bedroom. She knew he was following her. He didn't try to hide the sound of his footsteps, and panic was building in her chest. He'd admitted his feelings for her, but if she didn't agree to stay, she was a liability. Their location, their business, all of it was at stake if she opened her mouth.

When they were out of earshot of Sofia, he spoke again. "Please don't do anything stupid."

Tears started to burn at the backs of her eyes. "Your toothbrush is in the bathroom on the counter," she said to Kai as she set him down inside the bedroom. "Go get started and I'll be in in a second."

Kai ran off, leaving her alone with Chris who shut the door behind him as he entered.

"Are you going to let us leave?" she asked, her voice trembling ever so slightly. She couldn't face him, so she stared a hole in the bathroom doorframe.

"Not tonight."

Her stomach lurched. "I won't say anything about where you are."

She heard him let out a sigh, and she turned to see him holding the bridge of his nose. "That's not my concern."

"Then why can't we go?"

"You're not running off in the middle of the night alone with a kid. You can sleep here and we'll talk about this in the morning."

He turned to leave, but she called his name before he got to the door. "My mind isn't going to change about Beth," she said, and he froze. "Please don't make me choose." She thought he might try to get the last word in, but instead he walked out.

Despite the stress. Olivia slept like the dead for several hours after climbing into the king sized bed with Kai. She'd tucked a chair she found in the hall beneath the door handle and made sure the glass patio door was locked, and since she hadn't slept much since leaving Detroit, she was out like a light as soon as her head hit the pillow. But before the sun came up, she was awake and anxious. She laid beside Kai for a long time, staring out the massive floor to ceiling windows at the ocean. Without waking the toddler, she climbed from the bed and made her way over to the sliding glass door that led out to the balcony, grabbing the satin robe she picked up from the lingerie store the day before on her way.

The smell of the salty air was refreshing, and she stood at the railing watching the waves come and go. This could all be hers if she just cut out a piece of her soul and fed it to the wolves, but Olivia didn't think she could do that. There was something between her and Chris, something she didn't want to give up, but she didn't see any other way. They'd done a lot of illegal stuff back in Detroit, and a few people ended up dead, but not because of choices she made.

"Can't sleep?"

Speaking of the devil himself. She should've known, and maybe a part of her did because she wasn't all that shocked to hear a voice in the dark.

"Can you blame me?" she asked, and turned to find him sitting in one of the patio chairs wearing a black sweatshirt with the hood pulled up. His long legs were stretched out in front of him, his hands clasped together over his stomach. She couldn't see his face. "What are you doing out here?"

"Oh, you know, a little soul searching and what not."

Olivia raised an eyebrow. If she wasn't so mad at him she might've laughed. "Any self discoveries?"

Chris chuckled, and she wished she could see his face more clearly. "I guess I'm wondering if anyone is capable of forgiveness, or if it's something you're born with."

"And what brought on that line of thinking?" she asked even though she knew.

"You did."

She took a few steps toward him. Their anger seemed to have dissipated, and for the moment her fear was at bay as well. He met her gaze as soon as she stepped into his line of sight, but he quickly looked down at his hands.

"I know I'm asking a lot of you," he said, and he sat up in the chair and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "I guess I didn't consider that exactly what it was I wanted you to give up was the reason I wanted you to stay in the first place."

"And what's that?"

"Your humanity, the fact that you're a good person, Olivia." She didn't know what to say to that, so she kept quiet. "Come here."

She considered refusing, but it felt like they were actually making progress, so she closed the distance and stood in front of him. "What if I told you that I had a change of heart?"

"About Beth?"

He stared up at her with soft eyes that made her want to cave. "Mhm."

"Why would you do that?"

"Because there's nothin' left for me there, and I know that if I made you choose, you wouldn't choose me."

That stung, and it showed on her face. "Not because I wouldn't want to."

"It's okay, babe, I wouldn't blame you."

She reached out and took his face in her hands. His eyes closed as he leaned in to her touch, and she took another step forward so she was standing between his legs. His hands slid up to rest on the satin of her robe.

"You'll leave her be, forever? Annie and Ruby, too. No changing your mind, no tricks or blackmailing."

The internal struggle was written all over him. He didn't want to concede, and the stubborn part of him that usually reared it's head right now was clawing at the surface. "If you stay," he said.

A bubble of hope formed in her chest, replacing the heat and anger with something that felt good. "I need more commitment than that." She pulled a hand from his face and held out her pinky. "Pinky promise."

Chris stared at her for a second before shaking his head and laughing. "You're serious."

"There's nothing more serious than a pinky promise."

Finally he returned the gesture, but kissed her knuckles before releasing her hand. "I promise."

Olivia smiled. It spread wide across her face, and the hopeful feeling in her chest grew even bigger. She felt like she'd just won the lottery. She could keep everyone back home safe, but at the same time she was getting him, too.

She kissed him softly before taking a few steps back. Chris stood and followed her lead, and once they were back in the bedroom, she slipped off the robe leaving her in a satin short and tank set. He tugged off his sweatshirt, exposing his naked torso, and together they climbed into bed, careful to not disturb a still sleeping Kai. Chris stretched out on his back, and Olivia curled into his side with her head on his chest.

For a while, Olivia laid there and thought about what life would look like here. The more she came up with, the more excited and nervous she became. This was a different level of crime than she'd ever participated in before, but she knew she could do it. Like Beth, the mundane life wasn't for her. She couldn't spend her days cooking and cleaning and carpooling. The last eight months of quiet normalcy had nearly bored her to tears, but that was over now.

She sat up enough to see Chris's face to find he was staring up at the ceiling. She pressed a kiss to his lips, and curled back into his side. She could t wait to get started.

TWO MONTHS LATER

Chris sat by the poolside with his phone in hand. There were dozens of emails he'd been putting off answering, but they couldn't be ignored any longer. His connections were working on the construction of a brand new warehouse about an hour outside of Miami, and they were waiting on him to sign the checks. Metaphorically of course.

The villa was busy today with a few of Mick's friends, and he'd thrown a party the night before so some of the guests still lingered. There were several women sunbathing in and around the pool, most of them he didn't recognize, but Chris didn't have the patience to engage in their sorry attempts at catching his attention.

When he opened up his inbox, pulling up the most recent one, he found it'd already been replied to. Chris furrowed his brows and read through the response and viewed the attached files. It sounded like him, and followed the encryption and code necessary to send anything over technology, but he definitely wasn't the one who sent them. He started to stand from his chair, but felt a pair of hands slip over his shoulders from behind, the palms coming to rest on his chest. The smell of her jasmine perfume told him exactly who it was.

"I see Mick's birds of paradise are keeping you entertained," Olivia whispered in his ear as she pressed a kiss to his jaw.

"Who?"

The sound of her laugh warmed his insides. "As if you haven't noticed the nearly naked women in front of you."

He turned in his chair to see her clearly to find her barefoot wearing cut off shorts and one of his t-shirts. "Mama, if I wanna see somethin' worth lookin' at, I'll come find you."

The milky skin of her neck flushed red, and he smirked. Chris held up his cellphone. "Did you respond to these?" She was the only one with the passcode.

Olivia took the phone and scrolled. "Mm, yeah, while you were playing in the pool with the boys. Mick's been teaching me."

That surprised him, but he found that he liked the way it felt. He took her wrist and dragged her down to press a kiss to her lips. "Thank you."

She waved a hand like it was nothing, but it wasn't nothing to him. "Of course."

Chris took her wrist and dragged her around so she could slide onto his lap. Having her here was already so much of an asset to him, he didn't know how he did it on his own before. She kept both boys on a tight schedule with their tutor's and schooling, but also managed the entire staff within the villa. Before he had to think about all of it constantly, every thought leading into a new task, but now he actually had time to breathe.

Chris didn't think he needed a romantic partner. And after getting shot by Beth and nearly dying, he was committed to swearing off women in general. They clouded his judgement, made him act out of character and focus on things that weren't important, but Olivia was always in his peripherals of doubt. She wasn't as forward as Beth or as outgoing as Annie. She was more reserved and observant, and somehow she'd captivated him.

He'd come to Miami full of hate and rage and scorn for the way it all fell through in Detroit, but now he had his family back. All of it. And as he sat there holding the woman he loved, he knew he'd do anything to hold onto it, and to her.

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Miami (4/5)

Rio/OFC

summary- olivia is presented with a choice, and she’s pulled in two different directions.

warnings- 18+ Smut below the cut.

word count- 3.9K

note- this is barely edited, so any errors, please feel free to point them out. I won't have a lot of time to write this week, so I'm trying to wrap this thing up as quickly as I can without sacrificing quality (but it keeps getting longer because I can't help myself) Enjoy!

tags- @lauraaan182

The shopping center was nothing like anything Olivia'd ever been to before. She grew up with money, her parents were both doctors, but this was wealth on a scale she didn't understand. It was all outdoor with streets lined with palm trees, lush native plants, and buildings made of glass and white marble. The men and women walking the sidewalks were dripping in wealth, and every car was exotic—Ferrari, Maserati, Lamborghini. Not a Honda in sight.

She felt underdressed in the long sundress Sofia somehow procured for her, but she was at least glad she'd had time to shower and smooth her hair down into a sleek bun at the nape of her neck. Chris was in all black, a pair of black diamond cufflinks and a few rings his only adornments.

The boys were buckled into the back of the Mercedes with Chris behind the wheel. Mick had tagged along, but he was in a follow car and was instructed to give them some space. Chris parked along the strip, and turned back to check on the boys before pressing a button on the dash. There was a soft beep, and the compartment popped open. He pulled out a Beretta, and Olivia raised an eyebrow.

"Is that really necessary?" she asked.

Chris leaned forward and tucked the piece into the back of his jeans. "I don't play when it comes to the safety of my family."

With that, he climbed out and opened the rear door on Marcus's side, leaving Olivia to pull out a very sleepy Kai from his car seat. Once Marcus was out, Chris popped open the trunk and pulled out a stroller for Kai and unfolded it as she was getting him situated. She kissed his warm cheek, his eyes still closed. He'd napped off and on all afternoon after the beach.

As they walked down the sidewalk in the bright Miami sunshine, Olivia found herself thoroughly intrigued by this very domestic version of Chris. The version that pushed strollers and drove them all to the mall after a morning in the ocean. He pushed the nimble, aerodynamic stroller with one hand, and held hers in the other, their fingers loosely laced together. Marcus walked along just in front of them.

"Where to first?" Chris asked.

"That depends on what tricks you have up your sleeve."

He smirked and shrugged. "Just dinner."

She looked at her options and pointed. "I need to grab a few things for Kai. Considering I could only bring one bag—" she said, raising a sarcastic eyebrow at Chris causing him to squeeze her hand and bump into her shoulder playfully. "He hardly has anything to wear."

So the four of them headed into the children's clothing store, and Chris occupied Marcus while she shopped and Kai napped. Everything was so expensive and made of cashmere and linen, and she was glad she took out cash before she left Michigan. At the checkout, Olivia pulled out her wallet, but Chris beat her to it.

"You don't have to do that," she told him, feeling guilty, but he just shook his head. "I can buy—"

He gave her an exasperated look. "Olivia."

The cashier glanced up as she swiped his card. "What?"

But he didn't give her a verbal answer. He just signed the receipt and headed for the exit, brushing a hand against her waist on his way by.

They spent a long time walking the outdoor shopping center, picking up clothes for their stay since Olivia'd been forced to forgo most when she packed. After Kai woke up, the four of them sat down at a sushi restaurant, and by the way everything was prepared in front of her, Olivia didn't even want to guess how much the bill came to. Luckily for her, Chris paid for everything. She fought him at the first few places they stopped, but after a while she could see that he liked being the one to pay, and so she kept her shopping impulses reigned in, only grabbing stuff she needed. Including a dress for dinner that she couldn't wait to wear out.

They were nearing the car when they passed by a storefront with mannequins dripping in satin and lace. Olivia risked a quick look at Chris who was still headed for the car just a little further down the sidewalk. When he turned to say something to her and she wasn't beside him, he snapped around to search her out, his shoulders only relaxing when he found her at the entrance of the lingerie store.

Chris looked up at the sign then back at her and grinned. Olivia blushed a little and started to head toward him, but he shook his head no and reached into his pocket for his wallet. Chris made his way back over, passing the black credit card into her hand at the same time as he stole a kiss.

"We'll be in the car," he said, and left her to go in alone.

Olivia couldn't believe how easily they slipped back into the relationship they almost got off the ground eight months ago. It was as if none of the separation happened, and she loved the way it felt. She loved that he just took care of everything without her having to ask, and the way it felt to do these types of things with someone. Just the mundane like shopping and getting lunch with their kids. It was dangerous how much she enjoyed it, and it only got worse when she considered what Chris's presence did to her physically.

She allowed herself to fantasize about this being her life as she wandered the displays, picking out dainty pieces of lingerie to try on. She didn't know exactly what Chris did for money here, but it seemed to run in the family across generations, and they were still operating as if they had it all figured out. It had to be safe.

"Sofia's going to watch the boys while I take you out," Chris said as the two of them entered his bedroom, both of their hands filled with shopping bags.

Olivia didn't like the idea of leaving Kai with a stranger. "Are you sure?"

"I wouldn't leave Marcus with anyone I didn't trust, and this place might not look like it on the outside, but it's a fortress." He placed the bags on the bed.

"He's not that great with strangers."

"Sofia's the best, babe. She can handle it."

Olivia nodded, thinking it over. "Can she contact you if anything happens, since I don't have a phone?"

"I'm her number one speed dial."

Olivia squeezed her hands together nervously, but Chris reached for the glossy black bag with the name of the lingerie store printed on the side in gold. Olivia went for it with catlike reflexes, snatching it from his hand.

"You can't look in there," she said, cheeks flushing.

He clocked her reaction and smirked. "Oh, now I really want to." He took a few slow steps toward her, but she retreated backward, hiding the bag behind her.

"Nope."

"Please?"

Olivia shook her head even though the way he said that one word made her want to rip her clothes off. "No."

Chris kept coming, stalking her like an animal, the humor slowly fading. She bit at her bottom lip, feeling her heart begin to pick up speed. "Give me the bag, Olivia."

A few more steps and her back hit the wall, and there was no where left to run to. Chris reached behind her and pulled the bag out of her vice-like grip, but instead of opening it and peeking at the contents inside, he tossed it down on the bed like an afterthought. With his attention back on her, Chris fisted the fabric of her sundress, slowly pulling it up around her thighs.

Olivia's heart was beating into overdrive, her skin burning hot. She tipped her head up to look him in the eyes, and they were burning holes into every inch of her skin. He kept going, dragging the soft cotton fabric up over her head, leaving her in a simple pale blue bra and panty set.

Chris pressed his lips to the side of her face, kissing across her jaw to her neck, then running his tongue over the shell of her earlobe. Her lips parted with an exhale as he moved lower. It started gently, his touches barely there, but by the time he reached her breasts, they were both grasping at each other in a frenzy.

He pulled the cup of her bra down and took her nipple into his hot mouth, twirling his tongue around it until it was hard and peaked. He switched sides, doing the same to her other breast, and Olivia cradled the back of his head, running her nails over his scalp until he groaned against her skin, sending deep vibrations straight to her pussy.

Meanwhile, Chris's fingers kneaded the flesh of her ass as he got down on his knees, his tongue running circles around her bellybutton. She gasped when he nipped at the skin over her hip bones, and she felt him chuckle at her reaction. Chris paused, resting his chin against her stomach and meeting her half closed eyes. She took his face and brushed a thumb over his plump bottom lip, and he nipped softly at the tip of it.

While holding her gaze, Chris tugged at the band of her panties, dragging them teasingly down her legs. Then he took her ankle, squeezed the joint a few times and lifted her leg up to drape it over his shoulder. He gazed down at her glistening pussy wet with desire for him. A heavy exhale of warm breath left his chest. Olivia pressed her back into the wall and rested her hands on his shoulders for support. Her breaths grew more rapid with anticipation as Chris took his sweet time kissing the skin of her inner thigh, the rough callouses of his fingers dragging up the outside.

She'd been in Miami for less than a full twenty-four hours and she could feel herself losing the battle of wills between what she should do and what she wanted. When he ran his tongue up her center, she lost all of rational thoughts and became nothing more than a ball of feeling. His lips closed around her clit, and he sucked until she was gasping, her chest heaving.

He pushed her to the edge before pulling back, and she almost cried at the lack of stimulation. He climbed back to his feet and she wasted no time going for the buttons of his shirt. Chris laughed and pressed his lips to hers in a steamy kiss. Once his shirt was unbuttoned, she shoved it off before quickly going for his pants.

Chris took her by the wrists just as she got them undone and pushed her toward the bed, and once she was sitting, he shoved his jeans and boxers down. Olivia admired him as she unfastened her bra and dropped it off the edge with the rest of their discarded clothing. He was completely irresistible, and he fact that he wanted her as badly as she wanted him was almost too much for her to fathom. She could feel a fresh wave of desire rush between her legs.

She laid back on the cool sheets, pressing her feet into the mattress with her knees together, but Chris ran a hand up from her ankle to her knee and knocked them apart, making room for him as he crawled over her. Olivia reached for the chain around his neck and pulled him into another heated kiss, and he took his cock in hand and pressed it to her entrance.

Inch by inch, Chris slipped inside, and he wasted no time setting a slow but forceful pace that turned her brain to liquid. "Fuck, Olivia," he whispered against her mouth, the sound of his voice such an erotic timbre when he was deep inside her. "I missed this. I fuckin' love the way you take it."

Her eyes fluttered closed, thighs spreading wider as he rolled his hips in a fluid motion, stroking her inner walls and pressing against that spot that made her toes curl. She held his waist, scratching into the skin with her nails harder as the ball of pleasure in her abdomen grew.

All at once, Chris stopped, pulling out and sitting back a little. He grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over flat on her stomach, and she turned to look back at him over her shoulder as his palms landed heavy on the swell of her ass. He straddled her legs, using his hands to open her cheeks far enough to slip his cock back inside, and she squeezed the sheets in her fist tightly. He sunk in to the hilt, both of them moaning at the way the new position felt.

He pressed a kiss to her spine, and she shifted, arching up into his touch, but he placed a flat palm between her shoulders to hold her down. He resumed the torturous pace, trying to make it last longer, delaying their pleasure for a more rewarding orgasm, but after a while she could tell he was losing patience. The hand on her back moved down to the inward dip if her waist, joining the other, and he fucked her harder and faster.

Olivia couldn't hold back her cries as she came dangerously close to coming, so she tried covering her mouth with her hand. "Don't," Chris choked out, blanketing her body with his own so his lips were in her ear. "I wanna hear you."

His arms slipped under hers and he laced their fingers together on both sides of their bodies. The heavy weight of him combined with the fullness of his cock inside her was the kind of all consuming sensation she couldn't get enough of. Olivia could barely catch her breath, and by the time she came, there were hot tears burning the corners of her eyes. Her fingers squeezed his hard enough to break bone, but she was too lost to see the way he grinned.

As he came, Chris groaned in her ear, and his thrusts stuttered. She felt him sit back up, but she was too blissed out to open her eyes as he spilled his orgasm all over her ass. When she finally looked back, he was slowly stroking his cock, his chest rising and falling heavily.

After a second, Chris climbed from the bed, coming back moments later wearing a pair of basketball shorts slung low on his hips and a towel in his hand. He took the towel to her skin, and when he was done she rolled over onto her back as he tossed it into the hamper. He crawled back onto the bed above her, pressing kisses to her chest, neck, then lips, caging her in with his hands on either side of her body.

"Can I ask you something," Chris asked as he stared down at her. His silver chain hung against her chest, and it was cool on her skin.

"Yeah."

It took a while for him to speak again, as if he were afraid to say what was on his mind. "You care enough to do somethin' big for me?"

Olivia had to try really hard not to show the surprise she felt. Wasn't it the woman who was supposed to need clarification on the relationship after sex? "It depends on how big," she said with a soft smile spreading.

"What if I said I wanted you to stay here with me. You and Kai."

Olivia's eyes widened. "Permanently?"

"Mhm."

She pushed on his shoulders so she could sit up, and she was very aware of how naked she was. "I think I need clothes for this conversation."

Chris got up and went to the dresser, pulling out a clean t-shirt and throwing it at her. She pulled it over her head and tucked her legs beneath her. "Why?" she finally asked.

He leaned against the dresser with his arms crossed over his chest. "Why not?"

"Because my family is there, my job—"

Now that Olivia was giving it some real thought, she realized there wasn't all that much waiting for her back in Detroit. Her family was there of course, Greg and her parents, but she could always fly back to see them.

"You could have all of this," he said, motioning toward the room around them. "All of it, your son, too."

"Just because I wasn't in on Beth's plan? I don't get it, Christopher. You could have anyone. Why me?"

"You're my girl," he said as if should've been obvious. "And you don't belong up there. You should be here—" He slowly came back to the bed, towering over her as she sat. With his index finger, he pushed the hair off her forehead. "Running this house, spending my money, helping me do this thing that I inherited by my side. Who else can I trust?"

"Is that the only reason?"

"Nah, I got love for you, Olivia." Her brows raised in surprise. "And yeah, I need a business partner who I know can hold up under pressure, whose got my back, but more than that, I want you. Right here, all the time." She didn't know how he did it, how he cast a spell over her just by opening his mouth and saying words, but she was sucked in. "So no, it's not just about trust."

Olivia scrambled to find the right words, but there was too much being thrown at her to make any sense. "I gotta meeting in an hour," he continued. "Think about it, and I'll pick you up for dinner when I'm done."

He kissed her before heading out, and Olivia was left to mull over the fact that Chris used the word love.

Olivia had taken extra care when getting ready for dinner. She kept her hair down and bone straight, her makeup neutral with honey colored shadow and soft pink lipstick to complement her fair skin. The dress she'd chosen was a simple off white color that hit her just above the knee. Underneath it all she was wearing the lingerie she'd bought earlier that day.

It was hard to ignore the anxiousness she was feeling. She couldn't stop thinking about what he'd offered before. There were so many questions running through her mind. She couldn't believe how much had happened already since arriving last night.

Chris came into the bedroom just as she was slipping into a pair of heels, and he whistled when he saw her. "Hey, mama," he said. "You look good."

She turned to see him unbuttoning his shirt, making his way to the closet. "I'm almost ready."

"Yeah, I'm just gonna take a quick shower, then we'll go. You wanna join me?" He grinned like a fool.

"This took almost two hours," she said while motioning toward her face.

Chris studied every inch from her hair to the heels on her feet. She wondered if she'd always feel this way or if it'd fade with time. It was overwhelming, but a part of her loved the butterflies and feeling like a horny teenager again. If he asked her to strip right now even though she'd had him only a handful of hours ago, she'd do it. "You did good. Real good."

"I'll go check on Kai."

"Mhm, I'll find you," he said, and disappeared into the bathroom after grabbing some clothes.

Olivia found Kai in the kitchen with Marcus and Sofia. He was standing on a step stool helping her cut vegetables with a butter knife. "You look pretty, mama," he said, and she smiled.

"Thanks, babe."

Sofia eyed her too, and nodded her approval. "Where is he taking you?" she asked.

"I'm not sure. He hasn't mentioned a place. Are you sure you're okay with watching Kai? I really don't mind taking him with us."

Sofia laughed. "I don't think Senõr Christopher's plans involve children."

"No, probably not," Olivia said sadly as she ruffled Kai's hair and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "Will you be okay here with Miss Sofia?"

There was no hesitation from her son this time. He clapped and said, "Yeah!"

As they sat across from each other at the restaurant, Olivia couldn't keep quiet about their earlier conversation any longer. "You said you want my help. What can I do?"

Chris shrugged nonchalantly before taking a sip of his scotch. "It takes a lot to run this business, and I can't do it all."

"What business exactly?"

"Oh, all sorts of things," he said, being intentionally vague, and Olivia felt frustration building in her chest.

"You want me to move my entire life including my son, but you won't give me a straight answer when it comes to what you do. If you trust me, prove it."

Chris studied her face, his expression giving nothing away. "My family built its empire smuggling cocaine into the States in the seventies. The market is still very much alive and thriving."

Olivia found that she wasn't all that surprised after hearing it with her own ears. Their location, the house, the comments about how it was obtained, it all pointed straight at drugs.

"And you think I can somehow benefit that business."

He sat forward and rested his chin in the palm of his hand. "I think I'm selfish and I want you, and I'll make a place for you by my side because I can. But yes, Olivia, I think you're smart and resourceful, and for the most part you understand the nature of what I do."

Olivia nodded, and a thought came to her. "I'll stay if you can forgive Beth. If you can leave her be without any retaliation."

The heavy exhale was the only sign from Chris that he was caught off guard. He sat back in his chair, his expression darkening. She didn't know if he was considering the offer or if his mind was already made up. Reading him was nearly impossible, it always had been. They sat in silence for so long she started to feel uncomfortable, and she shifted in her seat, her eyes dropping to the expensive dishes on the table.

"I can't do that, Olivia," he finally said, and her chest clenched tightly, her eyes falling closed in disappointment for the briefest second.

She couldn't stay with him knowing that he had his sights set on her former friend, and she was surprised to find out how much that hurt. She couldn't even look at him. It was so easy to get caught up in the physical part of their relationship, but this was too wide of a line to cross if the murder of Beth Boland haunted her from the other side.

"That's my offer," she whispered, toying with her glass of champagne to give her hands something to do.

Chris cleared his throat and pushed his chair back. "Finish your drink. I'll be out front with the car."

Olivia's eyes darted up, and it was apparent he couldn't look at her either. He tucked his cellphone into his pocket and turned to leave without saying another word.

[topknot32]

Miami (3/5)

Rio/OFC

summary- olivia and chris's story continues three weeks after the events of designated driver. olivia meets chris at a local diner for breakfast, but things don't go as planned, hurtling her life down a new path.

warnings- 18+ Smut below the cut.

word count- 4.2K

note- I’ve gone completely off the rails with this story. I meant for it to be a two shot at most but I’ve expanded it to four and now Rio has some backstory that I didn’t plan. Sometimes when I start writing the thing writes itself and I’m just along for the ride. Anyways, enjoy! 🖤

tags- @lauraaan182

A few hours after arriving, Olivia was nothing more than a taut bundle of nerves. She sat up in the king sized bed in the guest room of Chris's house, staring at Kai asleep on the opposite side. She hadn't seen Chris at all since he brought her up, and she was left to consider what she was really doing here.

Not able to sit idly any longer, she got out of bed, making sure to tuck the covers tightly around Kai before heading into the bathroom attached to the bedroom. It was massive with a shower spanning one entire wall featuring stained glass windows. She wandered, running her fingers over the finely crafted cabinetry, the expensive soaps and shampoos, the fluffy white robe hanging on a hook beside the shower door. It seemed like no comfort had been skipped over, and she wondered if he did this for her or if it was always this way.

Olivia opened the shower door and turned the tap to the hottest setting and waited for the steam to fill up the glass box. She stripped and stepped inside, letting the heat nearly singe her skin. It stung, but it felt good at the same time. Once her hair was washed and conditioned, she leaned against the tile wall, sliding down to sit and let the water pour over her.

She wanted to believe there was good in Chris, but he wanted Beth dead, and that was something Olivia couldn't accept. She was beginning to think coming here truly was a mistake, but she couldn't deny the way she felt about him, the way he made her skin flush and heart race. Even under his suspicious eye, there was a part of her that was so glad to see him, a piece that felt safe.

There'd been so much happening back home with her quitting the business with Beth and trying to rebuild her life without it that she hadn't let herself feel just how much she missed him, but she felt it now. Olivia rested her face in her hands and tried to clear her mind so she could go back in there and sleep. It had to be close to three in the morning by now, and she'd promised Kai the beach, and she would keep it no matter what Chris or any of his security guards said.

A while later, she toweled off, coated every inch of her skin in the fancy moisturizer by the sink, and wrapped herself in one of the fluffy robes. She headed back into the bedroom feeling like sleep was a possibility, but that disappeared when she opened the door to find Chris sitting on the floor at the end of the bed, his knees pulled up with his elbows resting on them.

"What are you doing in here?" she whispered, pressing a hand over her racing heart.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay."

Olivia checked to see if Kai was still sound asleep. "Shouldn't you be in bed?"

"Shouldn't you?"

She crossed her arms over her chest like a stubborn child and held his gaze. It went on so long that he finally looked down at the floor, shaking his head. "Why am I here, Christopher?"

"I don't know," he said in a moment of vulnerability that was foreign to her.

Olivia came over and sat down beside him on the floor, leaning her back against the bed. "Well, I noticed you have an incredibly well-stocked guest bathroom." She tried to break the tension. "And if you did that for me, then I'm grateful."

Chris turned to look at her, and she felt almost naked under the weight. "This is my room," he said, and she stared at him like an idiot for a second. "Its uh, the one place without twenty-four hour surveillance, but it's the safest room in the house." He looked back down and nodded his head slowly to himself.

"Why am I here?" she tried again.

"I told you already. I missed you."

"You don't do all this just because you missed someone you hooked up with a few times."

"That all it was to you?" he asked, and for the second time she felt like she was seeing the vulnerable side of him she'd never seen before. She didn't even know it existed.

"I don't know what it was because you disappeared for eight months before we could figure it out."

"I was facing life, Olivia, and I got too much to live for to spend the next seventy years behind bars."

It was her turn to look down. "I'm not mad at you for leaving. I just wish you'd left me a note or a sign or something."

"I didn't know who to trust. I'm sorry."

"But you trust me now, right?"

Chris reached out and tipped her chin up. "Funny enough, you're about the only one I can. I think I knew it all along, but I had to be sure. I can't hurt my son, Olivia." She glanced back in Kai's direction, thinking of Marcus. "You forgive me?"

She knew he was being sincere, and she was tired of being angry and anxious. Olivia sat up on her knees and crawled into his lap, straddling him, pulling the robe up around her thighs. His hands automatically slid beneath the fabric gripping the naked skin of her ass in both hands.

He was wearing sweats so she could feel everything through them as she settled over his hips. She leaned in and kissed him, and he wasted no time, slipping his tongue past her lips to stroke against her own. It sent a shockwave of desire straight between her legs, but she thought of Kai and pulled back.

Chris was staring up at her with a calm expression. His hands wandered down her thighs and then back up but on the outside of the robe, seeming to understand why she stopped without having to say it. "You should go to sleep," he whispered, kissing her again. Chris lifted her off his lap so he could stand, and held out a hand to help her up. "I'm downstairs in the office if you need me." He squeezed her hand before heading for the door, making sure to close it behind him.

When the sun came up, Olivia felt the lack of sleep like a slap to the face, but Kai, who slept like a baby, was ready to begin the vacation festivities promptly at seven in the morning. Despite needing three more hours of sleep ay least, she bathed and dressed Kai in a pair of swim trunks and a rash guard since his soft skin wasn't accustomed to the UV rays of southern Florida. Olivia threw her hair into a ponytail and changed into the only bathing suit she brought along with a simple white t-shirt dress.

Kai nearly ripped her arm out of socket dragging her out of the room and down the stairs only to find Marcus in the living room with an older woman who looked to be in her late forties. They were both in what appeared to be outfits suited for the beach, too. Chris was no where to be found.

"I'm Sofia," the woman said with a smile, holding out her hand for Olivia to shake. "The nanny."

"Olivia, this is Kai," she said.

Kai kept a firm grip on her hand. He remembered Marcus, smiling shyly at the boy, but it seemed he was done meeting strangers, and he stood so close to Olivia's legs he was nearly hiding behind them.

"I watch the boy while Señor Christopher is working. Would you like me to take your son out to the beach? You could stay here and relax."

Olivia took Kai's hand tightly in hers. "I think I'll join you. It's his first time seeing the ocean, and I'd like to be there."

Sofia smiled warmly. "Okay, I've packed some snacks and sunscreen. Let's go, shall we?"

The four of them gathered up a few things from outside on the patio like chairs, an umbrella, sand toys, and a life jacket for Kai since he wasn't a confident swimmer, and headed down the stone pathway that eventually faded to sand. Olivia couldn't believe what she was seeing as they walked, the sheer size of the property and the fact that they had their own private beach without a single other soul in sight. Kai instantly bonded with Marcus as if no time had passed, and the two took off running ahead of Sofia and Olivia.

"How long will you be joining us?" Sofia asked as she helped Olivia fold out the chairs.

"My flight back is a week from yesterday, but this place is so incredible I might never go."

Sofia laughed warmly. "It really is beautiful here. Señor Christopher works hard for it, sacrifices a lot of time with his son."

"What does he do exactly?" Olivia asked, and Sofia just shook her head.

"I'm just the nanny, dear. I don't ask questions."

Olivia considered they while pulling her dress over her head to reveal her bathing suit. It was baby pink with thin ties on the side. She grabbed the bottle of sunscreen, slathering it on as best she could before calling Kai over to cover what the rash guard and trunks didn't. He was beaming, and Olivia's chest swelled.

"I love you," she whispered in his ear before sending him on his way to play in the surf with Marcus. She loved the way he giggled and jumped every time the water tickled his feet.

With a pair of sunglasses on, Olivia settled back in her chair prepared to do absolutely nothing other than bake in the sun and helicopter over her son to make sure he didn't get hurt in the ocean. Sofia was quiet, choosing to pull out a book, but Olivia caught they way she looked up every few seconds to check on the boys. Olivia could only imagine the kind of threats that'd been made to ensure Chris's son's safety when he was without Chris or Rhea.

They sat out in the sun for so long Olivia was sure she was going to be sporting the worst sunburn of her life, but the boys were having too much fun to make them come in. She alternated between playing in the surf, splashing Kai and Marcus, and helping Kai learn how to tread water where the ocean was still and calm, and roasting in the lawn chair. After a little while, she moved her chair beneath the umbrella with Sofia, and closed her eyes for a few seconds, the nanny keeping watch as the boys built a lopsided sandcastle.

"Dad! Look what we built!" Marcus called out later.

Olivia had almost drifted off, but she snapped to attention internally, her stomach fluttering with butterflies. She didn't move a muscle and kept the sunglasses over her eyes to conceal the way she was feeling.

"Yeah, little man, I see it. Looks like you might need some reinforcements on that left side though," Chris said, his voice coming from just over her shoulder. "Hey, mama."

She felt weight on the back of her chair, and she tipped her head up to see him leaning over the back of it, but his eyes weren't focused on her face. They were soaking up her body in the light pink bikini.

"Hey," Olivia said just as he came around and leaned down to press a quick kiss to her lips. It was as if it was the most natural thing in the world to him, and the butterflies swooped lower.

He was wearing a white button down with the classic well-fitting black jeans, but his fingers started working the buttons open. She tried not to stare, but she couldn't help herself. As it dropped from his shoulders, exposing all of his tan, tattooed skin, she felt her mouth go dry. He tossed his shirt at her, and it landed in her lap. The cologne she loved so much lingered on the fabric, and she resisted the urge to press it to her face.

His arms weren't the only part of him sporting new ink, and she admired the new piece across the left side of his chest, and the one lower that started on his ribcage and dipped over his hip into the waist of his jeans. He reached for the button of them, and pushed them down to reveal a pair of black briefs.

"Didn't have time to grab trunks," Chris said, turning back to smirk at her. Olivia crossed one leg over the other and sat up a little straighter, feeling the hot desire start to build between them, and by the way he clocked that motion, he knew exactly what he was doing. "One of the benefits to having a private beach, huh?"

Chris made his way over to the boys, picking Marcus up with an arm around his torso, then doing the same to Kai so he was holding them both. Both boys screamed and flailed, trying pointlessly to get away, but they were laughing too, and the sound warmed Olivia's heart. Chris walked into the shallows and dropped them like sacks of potatoes before making sure each surfaced.

The three of them played for a long time, and Olivia was content to watch. Her skin was warm to the touch, her limbs heavy, and if she closed her eyes for too long she'd definitely fall asleep. Sofia brought an insulated bag down, and she pulled a few sandwiches out, offering Olivia one, but she just shook her head. Sofia called for the boys and they came running like their pants were on fire. Both snatched up what she was offering along with two cups of juice and a plastic container of cut up fruit.

While the nanny busied herself with the kids, Chris came up the beach soaking wet, and he placed his hands on the armrests of her chair and leaned down for another kiss, dripping ocean water onto her. Olivia shivered at the sensation as she kissed him, the droplets sending a sheet of goosebumps across her slightly sunburnt skin. When Chris pulled back, there was a hint of mischief in his dark brown eyes. It excited her.

He kissed her again, this one a little harder with a little more need behind it, and Olivia had to be the one to break it before they got too carried away. Chris's eyes burnt worse than the sun everywhere they looked.

"You want an official tour?" Chris whispered, still leaning down.

She wanted ten minutes alone with him, that's what she really wanted. "I can't leave Kai."

"Sofia won't let anything happen to them. She's CPR certified and trained in ocean rescue. Plus Mick and Javier are on watch." He looked over the back of her chair, and Olivia turned to see each of them guarding a different side of the beach. Both had their backs turned, but she could see they were holding very large guns in hand.

Olivia looked to Kai who was having the time of his life. When he caught her eye, he grinned wide and held up his sandwich for her to see. "Can mama leave you with Miss Sofia for just a few minutes?" she asked.

Chris stood back up and grabbed his clothes, pulling his jeans back on since he was nearly dry already from the power of the sun. Kai seemed to contemplate his answer, looking from the nanny to Marcus, then out to the beach where their sand toys waited. Finally he nodded.

Olivia stood and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "Have fun, I'll see you in a few minutes."

She grabbed her dress and slipped it on, and Chris reached for her hand once it was in place. They walked up the beach barefoot, fingers laced together, and Olivia couldn't remember the last time she felt this happy.

"You good here?" Chris asked. "I didn't mean to be gone so long. I had a meeting first thing and it ran over."

Olivia gave him a bewildered expression, and he laughed. "Am I good? In a multimillion dollar tropical oasis with nannies and armed security on site?"

"And a private beach," he teased. "Don't forget that."

She threw her free hand up. "Yeah, don't forget the private beach. I'm never leaving. Screw your non refundable round trip plane tickets."

Chris dragged her in and slipped his arm around her neck. She could feel his chest vibrate with a laugh as she pressed her cheek against it. They walked up the path until sand turned to stone pavers, and the beach became the perfectly landscaped backyard.

She hadn't had a ton of time to look around on their way out to the beach, but now she could see it all. A clear blue swimming pool spanned the length of the patio, equipped with a hot tub and water slide. The back of the house had multistory decks leading from the main floor to the second, all attaching to the platform of the slide that was big enough to hold several seating arrangements and a partial outdoor kitchen. The back of the house itself was shaped like a giant C, the sides hugging the enormous backyard with verandas on all sides creating a very open air type feel.

"How did you find this place?" she asked as she looked around.

"It was a gift to my great-grandfather, an offering for a mutually beneficial working relationship," Chris said, standing back so she could wander uninhibited.

"From who, Pablo Escobar?" She laughed at her joke, but Chris didn't.

"Somethin' like that."

She snapped back around to see that he was serious. "What?"

"Detroit was an experiment, Olivia," he started, crossing his arms over his chest. "To see if it was lucrative to branch into other markets. It wasn't. I gave it more time than it deserved because I had a son, but this—" he motioned around them. "This is where I come from. This is who I am."

A new kind of apprehension seeded itself in the center of her chest. She stopped exploring the backyard paradise, and met his gaze head on. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I spent eight months trying to prove to myself that you were no better than Elizabeth Boland, that you were just like everyone else who'd ever played me, but you were the opposite. You were loyal."

"You suddenly trust me so much, to think I would never tell anyone about this place?"

Chris slowly walked over to her, and she found it difficult to hold his intense gaze. "Like I said, you might be the only one I can trust. Remember, I put wires in your house, Olivia. Every phone call, every fuckin' playdate, every date," he said, smirking. "I heard it."

She scoffed. "You listened to all of that?"

"Yeah, the loser you brought home who couldn't get it up—" He raised a hand to brush against her cheek, but she was put off by the violation despite how he was looking at her like his next meal. "I should cut his dick off just for the trouble." Olivia shoved him off. That memory was embarrassing enough without having him shove it in her face, knowing he heard it. He raised his hands in surrender. "Sorry, that one stung a little, not gonna lie." He took her wrist and pressed it against his chest. "I'm a jealous man, I admit it."

"I think this is the most you've ever spoken to me at one time since I met you," she said softly.

"Why'd you drop your soccer mom squad?"

Olivia looked up into his eyes, and she considered the question. There were hundreds of reasons, but the one she always came back to was the way it felt to spend three weeks with him before it all went to shit. He opened up to her, trusted her, and even though he made mistakes, what Beth did was wrong. Olivia still saw Annie on occasion, for drinks to catch up, but things were different. Beth was her sister and she had to stand by her side.

Instead of giving him a verbal answer, Olivia leaned up on her toes and kissed him. She slid her other hand up his arm to rest against the side of his neck, holding him to her. Chris let go of her wrist and went for her hips, walking her backward as the kiss turned more fevered. So easily she lost rational thought when his mouth was involved. The backs of her legs hit wood, and she planted her palm down on the surface of one of the patio tables just as Chris hooked his hands under her knees, lifting her up onto it.

Chris pulled back, keeping his hips pressed into her center, looking down at their compromising position. His long fingers slowly, teasingly danced up her calves, across her kneecaps, to her thighs. Her breaths came short with anticipation, slipping her legs up to rest around his waist . Every inch of her body remembered the pleasure he could so easily draw out, and she craved it like nothing else, but he refused to go any further than her thighs. The rough pads of his fingers stroked just beneath the hem of her dress that'd ridden up so he could see the peek of pink of her bottoms covering her pussy.

Olivia watched him as he stared hard at that spot, and she could see the wheels turning inside his head as he mindlessly drew shapes against the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs. "You do—" he started, but hesitated. He cleared his throat and dragged his eyes up to meet hers. "You do somethin' to me no one else does, and if I didn't have a houseful of security just through those windows, I'd make you come until you begged me to stop. Right here."

Her breath caught in her throat, and a fresh chill rippled down her spine at the promise in his tone. Without looking away, Olivia reached between them and ran her hand down from his abdomen into the waist of his jeans, popping the button as inconspicuously as possible. His cock was so hard already, and using their bodies as a shield, she wrapped her fingers around it. A sharp breath left his chest, and he claimed her lips in a bruising kiss.

Olivia had had enough of talking. She just wanted to make him feel good, to watch him unravel. She stroked his cock slowly, doing her best within the confines of his clothes. His own hands slid up her thighs beneath the material of her dress, and he squeezed her ass, forcing their bodies even closer together.

Every time she brushed her thumb against the head, a low moan vibrated out of his chest and into hers, and she did it over and over until his hips jerked, the air stuttering out of his throat as he broke the kiss, and she knew he was close. She risked a quick glance back over her shoulder to make sure there were no prying eyes staring out the window or kids coming back from the beach before she pushed his jeans down some. With a few more strokes and soft words whispered in his ear, Chris came, and she took it all on the thin material of her pink bikini bottoms. She was sure there'd be marks on her ass the next day by how hard he dug his fingers in, but she found that the idea didn't bother her in the slightest. She hoped she'd see them when she checked in the mirror.

Chris rested his forehead against her shoulder as he caught his breath, and she couldn't help but smile. For so long she'd been terrified of the man she was currently holding onto, but now she knew that for some reason she didn't quite understand, she held power over him. It didn't make any sense. He could have anyone, but she was the one here in his ridiculously lavish home. She liked the way it made her feel, and for the first time, Olivia allowed herself to consider what this could really look like.

Olivia felt him laugh as he did up his jeans and pressed a kiss to her shoulder through the fabric of her dress. She leaned back to see what was so funny, and he just shook his head.

"You bring anything to wear to dinner?" he asked, tilting his head up with a smirk, and she almost laughed at the ridiculousness of the question right now.

"I mean, not really," she said with a smile spreading, too.

"Cool, we'll go shopping first. I'll have Sofia get the boys ready."

Olivia tried to pull her dress down to cover the evidence of what they'd been up to. That made his smirk spread even wider.

"I can handle Kai. It's no big deal."

Chris came back, resting his hands on her knees. He leaned in to steal another kiss. "Relax, mama. You don't have to do it all here."

She froze as she considered the idea of not being responsible for every single chore, every task. With that, Chris headed inside.

[topknot32]

Miami (2/5)

Rio/OFC

summary- olivia and chris's story continues three weeks after the events of designated driver. olivia meets chris at a local diner for breakfast, but things don't go as planned, hurtling her life down a new path.

warnings- 18+. Eventual smut. Violence in general.

word count- 3K

note- I own nothing but the plot. GIFs belong to whoever made them. I found them on google 🖤

The entire flight, Olivia's nerves were on edge. Kai did his best to sit in his seat and be good, but he wasn’t quite three and perfection wasn't to be expected. She alternated between movies on the headrest television, playing rock, paper, scissors,  and pointing out the window at the city lights at night as they passed over to keep him entertained.

By the time they landed in Miami, she was exhausted, but she had to keep it together. She had no idea who or what was waiting for them at the end of this, and she started to feel stupid for bringing her son to a place she wasn't absolutely certain was safe.

I can just scream for help, she thought. Airports are filled with security.

While waiting for their turn to get off the plane, Olivia took a few deep calming breaths as Kai bounced up and down in his seat holding his favorite stuffed cow. Soon enough, it was their turn, and she carried the toddler all the way to the gate where a crowd of people were waiting for their loved ones. She searched for Chris, hoping it was him here to greet them, but he was no where to be found.

The instructions didn't say anything about what to do after arriving in Miami, but she told herself it didn't matter if no one picked her up. She had the cash that was left in the envelope, so the worst case scenario would be getting a hotel and enjoying a few days in Florida with her son alone. Just as she was about to head past the gate, she spotted a somewhat familiar face. It was Mick, but his facial hair had been shaved down to just a short goatee, and he'd lost a bunch of weight. He held a placard that said Emily Davis.

She exhaled a big breath of relief, and waved. Mick offered her a nod of acknowledgement. "Miss Davis," he said.

"Hi, um—" She didn't know what to call him, whether or not he was going by an alias.

"Michael," he said, reaching for her carryon. Olivia handed it over and situated Kai on her hip.

"Michael, huh, creative."

He glanced back behind her as if checking to see if she was followed. "Everything go okay?"

"Other than only having a day to plan a trip with a toddler, sure."

"I mean, did you notice any tails."

Olivia hadn't been paying attention, too nervous with her mind on other things, but she didn't think so. "No, not that I noticed."

Mick aka Michael nodded thoughtfully. "Okay, let's go then."

He led the way through the airport, not saying much of anything at all. Back in Detroit, Mick had always been friendly with her, and it was well known that he had a massive crush on Annie, but this version of him was different. Colder, less friendly, and Olivia felt the chill.

There was a car waiting at the curb, but no sign of Chris. "Where is he?" she asked, being mindful to not use any of the names she knew him by back home.

"Waiting on us."

That did nothing to ease her anxiety, and another wave of potential regret washed over her. She was walking into unknown territory with the most important person to her with a bunch of fugitives for company. If this went badly, Olivia had no one to blame but herself.

Mick offered nothing else, and motioned for them to get in the car where an expensive looking carseat was waiting already strapped in. They rode in silence through the city for a long time. Olivia had never been to Miami, so she was surprised by how colorful it was even at this time of night. The people, the architecture, the foliage, all of it was a myriad of shades of green and red and yellow. It was beautiful.

After a while, Mick turned the car off the main road, and they drive through  residential neighborhoods until even those were fewer and fewer, and the landscape opened up to show beaches of beautiful sand and ocean. It was hard to see without the sun shining down, but the closer to the coast they got, the easier it became.

"Look, Kai," she said softly, pointing at the blue water. He stared at in wonder, eyes wide with a smile forming, and Olivia felt her chest squeeze.

"Can we go?" he asked.

Olivia glanced at Mick who was looking back at her in the rearview mirror. "Yeah, of course we'll go to the beach."

Finally the car slowed and turned off onto a paved drive surrounded by nothing but trees. There were no other houses in sight, and not far from the road was an enormous iron gate blocking their way. Olivia pressed her hands into her thighs, squeezing the material of her sweats between her fingers. This must be the place. Mick stopped and reached out the window to push a button on the intercom. No words were exchanged, but there was a camera mounted just above it, and after a second the gate began to roll open.

The driveway seemed never ending, curving and winding through the sand until Olivia was sure they'd drive straight into the ocean. They came upon one more gate, and then the trees opened up to reveal what looked like a compound more than a house. It was a massive two story structure that made her eyes widen at the size, and behind it was nothing but sand and ocean.

"This is where he's been all this time?"

Mick chuckled, but there wasn't much humor in it. "Did you think he only had business in Detroit?"

Olivia couldn't imagine what kind of business it would take to afford something like this. This was an unimaginable display of wealth, more than she'd ever seen in her life.

Mick grabbed her singular bag while Olivia got Kai out of the carseat, but the moment they stepped inside the foyer, a handful of armed security guards came over. She felt her heart stutter a little at the guns holstered on their belts and the aggressive way they snatched up her carryon and started rifling through it. The only female in the group reached for Kai, but Olivia turned and held on tight.

"What are you doing? Please don't touch my son," she snapped, looking to Mick, but he did nothing to help. Kai latched onto her hair, pulling it at the roots to keep ahold of her, softly whining nervously under his breath at all the unfamiliar people.

"Everyone has to be searched upon entry," Mick said. "Cooperate and it'll be quick and painless."

"What for? We just got off a plane. It's not like I could've snuck weapons through security."

"Weapons aren't the only threat here. Please, allow me to search your son," the female security guard said, holding her arms out for Kai. "I won't hurt him."

"You could be wired," Mick clarified. "It'll be thorough, but they'll be gentle."

Olivia felt her stomach turn. "No, no one is searching him. Where is Chris?"

Mick took a step forward, his expression darkening. "There's no Chris here."

Olivia's lips parted in disbelief, and she started to feel panic bubbling up in her chest. "I am not wired, and neither is my child!"

Mick's phone started ringing in his pocket, breaking some of the tension, and Olivia tried to suck in a deep breath. He raised his hand to the security guards, and they took a few steps back to give her some space, but it was obvious she would go no further until a search had been done.

"Yeah, she's here. The kid, too," Mick said in response to whatever the person on the other end of the line was asking. "Are you sure? Yeah, okay."

Mick hung up. "He'll handle it," he said to the security, and stepped forward to take Olivia by the elbow. She wanted to rip free and run, but she didn't see how she had any choice. The closest thing she had to an ally here was Mick.

He led her down the hallway to their left and through a wooden door that opened up into what looked like a study. The far wall was all windows, looking out over a Spanish style veranda and beyond that, the ocean. She had to do a double take when she looked to the left to find Chris leaning against an enormous wooden desk, his hands together at his waist.

Olivia couldn't help but smile. It was more out of relief than joy, and she felt her shoulders lower several inches. "Chris, Jesus, you've got quite the welcoming party—"

He held a finger up to his lips, silencing her, and then gave a curt nod to Mick who turned and left the room, closing the door behind him. Chris approached her slowly, not saying a word but drinking in every inch of her frame as he came. She noticed him too—the tattoos on his arms that hadn't been there before, the way he was a little more toned, his shoulders wider as if he'd been working out.

Chris circled her, keeping his hands to himself, making Kai bury his face in the crook of her neck. It'd been too long and Kai had forgotten who he was. That was the downside to toddler years. They were slow for them and fast for the rest. A lifetime had gone by for Kai in the last eight months.

He circled back until he was standing in front of her, and without asking he reached for Kai. She knew she had no choice here, but she also knew Chris was no threat to her son, so she allowed it even though he struggled. She leaned forward and rubbed his back as Kai reached for her.

"It's okay, mama's right here," she soothed. "I'm right here."

Kai struggled, but Chris still said nothing. He took him over to the other side of the room where there was a toy box, and he opened it for Kai who was still clutching his stuffed cow between his chubby fingers. Kai was still nervous. He kept glancing back to make sure she hadn't gone anywhere, but he took the toy car Chris offered to him.

Chris stood and came back over to her, and she was unnerved by his silence. "I swear I'm not wired," she said, but he just shook his head no. There was none of the adoration and kindness in his eyes that she'd seen during those three weeks they were together. Instead, they were filled with wariness and suspicion.

He came to a stop in front of her, and reached for the hem of her sweatshirt. She'd traveled comfy in a matching jogger set in a neutral shade of beige, and he inched it up bit by bit. She wanted to resist, but she also wanted him to speak, so she allowed him to drag it up and over her head, leaving her in a white sports bra with a zippered front. Next he went for the tie of her sweats, and tugged until the knot came untied. He pushed them down her legs to reveal a simple pair of black cotton boy shorts.

"Please say something," she whispered, trying hard not to cry.

Chris knelt down and pulled her tennis shoes off one after the other, then her socks. Then he ran his hands up the backs of her legs, up over her thighs and the curve of her ass. She stood completely frozen, heart racing, eyes trained on the wall straight across the room as he stood back up, analyzing every inch of her skin. Under any other circumstances, she'd be enjoying his undivided attention, but she wasn't prepared for this. He even went as far as to dip his hands into the band of her panties, searching for any hint that she was here to betray him. Olivia turned to make sure Kai was thoroughly distracted to find him driving the toy car over the patterns of the rug like they were roads.

As he stood back, Chris reached for the zipper of her sport bra, but he hesitated before pulling it. For the first time since she entered the room, he met her eyes as if asking for her permission. She wanted to say no, to slap him and run from the room, but she looked away and nodded.

"Just get it over with," she said, her voice cold and foreign even to her own ears. Chris seemed to notice the difference too, because he tried to catch her eye again, but she refused.

More urgently now, he pulled the zipper down revealing her naked chest to him, and he did a quick survey, his hands running down her back to be sure before zipping it back up for her. He tugged up her sweatpants and tied them, then reached for her sweatshirt. When Olivia was fully dressed, Chris let out a sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Now him," he whispered so softly she barely heard, motioning toward Kai, and Olivia frowned.

"Are you serious?"

"I am, yeah."

Olivia held his gaze for a long moment. She knew she had no choice. "This was a mistake," she said sadly, and turned to her son. "Time for pajamas, babe."

Kai looked up at her and shook his head. "I want to go to the beach."

"We will I promise, but it's late and you need to sleep. When you wake up we'll go."

He started to argue, but she gave him a look and he slumped his shoulders before coming over to the couch across from the desk where she sat down. Kai was wearing a similar outfit to hers, but she grabbed the carryon and dug out the singular pair of pajamas she'd packed for him. While Chris watched, Olivia changed him out of his sweat outfit and into the striped pajama set. Chris said nothing, and Kai was none the wiser that anything was amiss.

Finally, once all that was done, she looked up at Chris with disappointment heavy on her face. She resented him for the last ten minutes, and he could see it. He knelt down in front of the couch and took her face in his hands like it was normal, like he did it all the time, and Kai hopped up to dig through the toy box. "I'm sorry, Olivia, but it's necessary."

"You really think I'd wear a wire to help the cops find you? You think I'd endanger my son by involving him in some kind of sting operation?"

"I think that I've been betrayed by almost everyone I ever trusted."

Her eyes were burning with tears now. "I came here because I missed you, Chris. Not because I wanted to hurt you, but now I just feel stupid."

"Hey, don't be like that," he said in the voice he reserved for her before, the soft, soothing rasp that she could listen to over and over.

Olivia pushed his hands away and stood up. "Why did you invite me here? If you thought I might've been in on turning you in, why would you ask me to come? We're you going to kill me if I didn't convince you otherwise? My son?" She kept her voice low enough so Kai wouldn't hear.

"I'd never hurt your son."

Her blood ran cold. "But you'd hurt me."

Chris came over and stood in front of her. "I'll put anyone who betrays my trust in a grave, Olivia, but for eight months I kept tabs on you because I didn't want to believe that you'd play me. I hired people to watch you, to put a bug in your house, so I could make sure that you weren't in on that bitch's plan."

"You eavesdropped inside my home?"

Chris reached up and brushed his thumb against her cheek. "Yeah, I did, but you can never be too careful. I had to be sure."

"Why?"

"I missed you, mama," he said, eyes softening as he glanced down at her lips.

"You just left with no explanation, no goodbye."

"I know, and it hurt me to do it. I want you to know that."

"But why?" she asked.

Chris stepped back and took a seat on the couch, resting his elbows on his knees. "I did think in the beginning you were a distraction, that Elizabeth offered you up because she knew I was interested. But I, uh, every time I considered doin' what I've done to a hundred other rats, I couldn't. Not to you."

It was Olivia's turn to come over and kneel in front of him. She took his hands in hers, and he stared down into her eyes with so much intensity she felt nervous again. As much as she resented Beth for doing what she did, she didn't want her dead.

"Can you forgive her?" Olivia asked.

"No."

"Why not?"

"I had to take my son out of a school he loves, move him out of the only home he's ever known, bring him across the country to live in a guest house under a new name. He can't see his bisabuela, can't talk to his friends. Now unless his father goes to prison for life, or I put them up somewhere in fuckin' Kansas or Montana where even I don't know where they are, he'll never get to be himself again. That's unforgivable, Olivia." His voice wasn't soft anymore. He was angry, beyond angry even.

She sat back on her heels and cleared her throat. "Can you show me where we'll be staying? I need to get Kai to sleep. It's been a long day."

Chris stared at her for a second, the rage slowly dissipating. "Yeah, okay."

He stood and headed for the door without waiting for her to get up, and she got the feeling she'd struck a nerve. "Kai, let's go," she called out, and he grabbed up as many of the new toys that he could carry, and took her hand. Together they followed Chris back out into the hallway.

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Miami (1/5)

Rio/OFC

summary- olivia and chris's story continues three weeks after the events of designated driver. olivia meets chris at a local diner for breakfast, but things don't go as planned, hurtling her life down a new path.

warnings- 18+. Eventual smut. Violence in general.

word count- 2.7K

note- I own nothing but the plot. GIFs belong to whoever made them. I found them on google 🖤

Three weeks after their rendezvous outside La Zona, Olivia was sitting across from Chris in the booth of a diner not far from her house. Kai was sitting in a high chair, a plate of eggs in front of him. Chris was taking his time on a plate of strawberry French toast, and Olivia had kept it simple with an omelette.

"What you got going on today?" Chris asked.

"I'm meeting with the girls, then I thought about taking Kai to the park."

Chris nodded as he took another bite. Olivia found herself admiring the way he looked this morning in a leather jacket and jeans. He caught her staring and smirked, popping a strawberry in his mouth. "See somethin' you like?"

"Maybe," she said, blushing and looking back down at her omelette.

"If you're still at the park when I'm done with my business, I might swing by with Marcus. That cool?"

She could feel little butterflies of anticipation flap their wings in her stomach. "Yeah, of course."

They small talked for a few more minutes before Chris went quiet mid conversation. Olivia was wiping food from Kai's hands when she noticed Chris didn't finish his sentence, and she looked up to find him staring out the window of the diner.

Out front there were three squad cars pulling in, lights going but no sirens, along with a black van. The side door to the van popped open and a handful of guys in tactical gear armed to the teeth climbed out. Olivia felt her heart slam into her throat. The first thing she thought about was Kai, and how if there was a shootout with a criminal, they would be caught in the crossfire. She could feel herself start to panic internally even though nothing had changed on the outside.

All of a sudden, Chris flew into action. He picked up his plate and stood, placing it on the empty table beside them. Then he did the same with his silverware and coffee mug before taking Kai's high chair and dragging it out from in front of the plate glass window.

"What are you doing?" she asked, a slight tremble to her voice.

Once his side was clear of all evidence that he'd ever been there, he checked the status of the law enforcement outside. They were close now, closing in on the entrance, and the other patrons were taking notice.

"You don't know me," Chris said, kneeling down to press a quick kiss to her lips. "You were having breakfast alone with Kai."

She latched onto his hand. "What's going on?"

"Do you understand what I'm telling you?" He took her face in his hands, more urgency to his voice this time. "You don't know me."

She tried to hold onto him as he stood, but after giving her one last look, he yanked his hand free and headed for the front door of the diner. Olivia watched in horror and shock. He raised his hands over his head in surrender, and pushed out through the glass doors. She watched through the window as the cops drew their guns, but Chris dropped to his knees and put his raised hands behind his head to prove he was no threat. Several cops approached him and slapped cuffs on his wrists, and he was dragged to the nearest cop car and shoved inside.

"It was me," Beth said, her back to the rest of them as they stood in the middle of the Boland's kitchen. Olivia had driven straight over from the diner.

"Excuse me?" Ruby asked first before Annie or Olivia could get a question out.

Beth turned to face them. "I turned him in."

Annie glanced at Olivia. They'd agreed to keep what happens at La Zona private, and Olivia was forever grateful that Annie was a good friend. "Why?" Annie asked. "I thought everything was okay between you two."

Beth crossed her arms over her chest. "Well, you thought wrong. Did you really think I could ever forgive what happened to Lucy? She was completely innocent, so no, that was never going to happen."

"None of us assumed he was forgiven, but he's a necessary evil," Ruby said. "Otherwise we would've cut ties a long time ago."

Then Annie, "Don't you think this is something we should've discussed as a group?"

"I made a decision in our best interest," Beth said firmly.

Olivia felt like all the air had been sucked from the room. Without telling any of her closest friends and her own sister, Beth had turned Chris in for murder. And not only that, he'd been arrested in front of Kai. Olivia knew he was dangerous and that he'd committed horrible crimes, but they'd also agreed to work with him despite the things he'd done. All of them. They had a mutual trust that relied on transparency from all parties. It was strained, but it worked. Beth had betrayed that, and for the first time, Olivia looked at her with nothing but disbelief and doubt.

It wasn't the first time Beth acted without giving them a choice. Olivia's intimate relationship with Chris brought up old memories, like when Beth confessed to having shot and killed him, though she failed. That made Olivia feel sick, but this felt like crossing a new line. Not just because Olivia had spent nearly every night with Chris since La Zona, getting to know him in a way she never thought she would, and it hurt to know one of her best friends was taking that away.

When no one spoke up and agreed with Beth's call, she gave them each a scathing look. "You can't seriously be upset about this. He was a means to an end. We all knew it, and we don't need him anymore. We're completely self sufficient."

"I think we should've at least discussed it," said Ruby. "If this goes bad, we could all be in trouble."

Olivia had heard enough, and she turned her back to her friends and headed outside where Kai was playing with the other kids. "Time to go," she called to him, and he came toddling over. She scooped him up and started for the front of the house, but Beth followed by Annie came running.

"Olivia, wait," Beth called out, but Olivia kept walking.

EIGHT MONTHS LATER

Olivia was leaving work when her phone started ringing, a blocked caller on the ID. She thought nothing of it, and hit the answer button. There was a point when every time the phone rang, she hoped it was Chris finally reaching out, but he was gone now. Vanished into thin air. And no one knew where he was. Olivia accepted long ago that she'd never see him again, and sometimes that thought still stung.

"Bank of America downtown. Safety deposit box 4130. Check under the terracotta pot on your front porch," a deep, unfamiliar voice said.

The line clicked and all that was left was the sound of dead air. She stared at the phone when she pulled it back from her ear, not having recognized the voice. There were very few things this could have to do with, and Olivia wondered if this was a ploy by Beth to get her back to work since Olivia no longer answered her calls. The cat was out of the bag shortly after Chris's arrest that Olivia was sleeping with him, and that fact only seemed to make Beth want her back more. Olivia's curiosity was piqued, and she headed straight home to investigate what was beneath her flower pot.

A key. There was a key sitting underneath the pot of hydrangeas, and Olivia had a pretty good idea what it went to—the safety deposit box mentioned by the caller. Olivia had to relieve the sitter, but after that she planned to find out what exactly was inside this mysterious vault. So, twenty minutes later, with her son packed into his car seat, she drove to the Bank of America in downtown Detroit.

The mystery of it all got her thinking more about Chris. She wondered where he was now, how he'd managed to evade police long enough to flee and start over. It'd been a miracle that he got bail, and a huge mistake by law enforcement. Their defense behind it was that he had a son, and if he went away for life, there were affairs he needed to put in order. The judge truly believed Chris had too much at stake to run, and he was supposed to be under heavy surveillance. Several jobs had been lost due to their mistake.

Not twelve hours after being released, Christopher Cabrera aka Crime Boss Rio, had fled the city. Every trace of him was gone. His apartment was wiped clean, every warehouse, every connection, every bank account. Marcus and Rhea vanished as well. The only one who remained was his grandmother, and she'd been brought in for questioning so many times they could've named a wing after her, but she was a tough woman, and they never learned anything of importance from all those hours spent. She was under 24/7 surveillance for the first several months, and still they had nothing. It was as if Chris never even existed at all.

Beth lived in a constant state of paranoia. Olivia didn't see much of her anymore, but there was always a wide look in her eye, and she always seemed to be looking over her shoulder. A part of Olivia felt sorry for her, but another knew she had it coming. What did she expect when she did what she did? When she put all of them at risk without so much as a heads up?

Olivia pulled into the bank to find the parking lot nearly empty. With Kai holding her hand, toddling along beside her, they entered and headed for the desk. The receptionist offered a warm smile.

"Hi, I need to get into my safety deposit box," Olivia said, doing her best to appear inconspicuous.

"What's the number?"

"4130."

"Do you have your key?" Olivia reached into her pocket and pulled it out. "Perfect. Head through that door over there and someone will be with you shortly."

She did as she was instructed, and found herself in a waiting room. It didn't take long for a man in an expensive blue suit to come get her, and she picked up Kai to keep pace with him  He led her through another set of doors, and down a long hallway until they went through one more door that opened up into an enormous room filled with safety deposit boxes.

"4130 is just here," he said while pulling out a key of his own. He stuck it in one of the locks and waited for her to do the same.

Once they were both inserted and the box was unlocked, he pulled out his key and left the room. The room was enclosed with no where to run to, so she let go of Kai's hand and allowed him the freedom to explore while she turned her attention to the mystery in front of her.

Olivia felt nervous for some reason, and she took a deep breath before opening the little gold plated door. Inside it was a manila envelope. She pulled it out and opened it to find two tickets for the Detroit Metropolitan Airport. Inside one of the tickets was a drivers license containing her picture, the same one on her Michigan ID, with the name Emily Davis and a Miami, Florida home address.

Olivia's brows furrowed in confusion. She'd expected a big stack of cash from Beth. A peace offering that was so good she couldn't refuse, or maybe a letter of apology that Beth was too embarrassed to give to her in person. It would be a little bit of a grandiose performance, but Olivia wouldn't put it past her. This however, was very confusing.

"Look at this, mama," Kai said as he pointed at an enormous marble statue of a knight against one wall.

"I see it. How cool is that, huh?"

She inspected the tickets to find they were made out for an Emily and Samuel Davis. She glanced back up at Kai, then back down at the rest. There was a set of car keys as well as a thin sheet of paper no bigger than a post it note. Olivia had a flash of a memory, of the rolling papers she used to keep hidden in the old pottery piece she made as a kid, the same rolling papers she'd pulled out to roll a joint for Chris the first night he came to her house. It was the same brand, the same red striped pattern.

Written on it was a note:

Black Range Rover on Main

Leave at McNamara short term

No phone. One bag.

She could feel her heart rate increase as she made her way over to the steel table in the center of the room. She dumped the contents out onto it so she could get a better grasp on things, leaning around to check on Kai before digging in. The keys, a neatly banded stack of cash, plane tickets, and driver's license spilled out, the thin sheet of paper floating down to land on top of it all.

There was no doubt in her mind that this was Chris reaching out. The rolling paper only she would understand the significance of, the secrecy, the steps to cover all the bases with elaborate stuff like a new driver's license and a mystery car. The plane tickets were dated for tomorrow night, and Olivia's eyes widened at the realization. He'd waited nearly a year to contact her, and now he expected her to drop everything the second he did.

A part of her wanted to go, wanted to drop everything and run, but another part hated him for abandoning her without a single word. He had time to pack up his family, to clean out his apartment, but not once did he tell her a thing. They weren't that serious, she knew that, but the way he treated her made her think there was something real between them. She couldn't just drop everything and go to Florida. That was crazy.

Olivia opened up her purse and shoved everything inside before closing up the safety deposit box, locking it with her key, and tucking it safely into the side pocket of her purse. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as she headed for the parking lot. She wished she could just speak to him, to hear him explain everything that'd happened after all this time. It'd been eight months, why now?

Twenty-four hours later, Olivia was having an existential crisis as she sat at her kitchen table staring at the contents of the envelope. The clock on the stove said 4:17pm. The flight left at eight which meant if she wanted to make it without feeling pressed for time, she had less than two hours to leave the house.

Since waking up, she'd tried to come up with a list of reasons to go versus not. The no list consisted of not really having spare vacation days at work, not having enough time to plan, and that Chris was a wanted fugitive. On the yes list was that she still cared about Chris regardless, she really didn't care that much about her job now that she wasn't working with Beth, she needed to know why he didn't say goodbye if he cared enough to send for her, and Kai had never been to the beach.

Her hands felt sweaty, her mouth dry as she stared holes into the kitchen table. "Shit, shit, shit," she whispered, the decision sliding firmly into place. "Kai, come here, please!"

The nearly three year old came bounding into the kitchen with a cheesy grin. "Yes, mama?"

"Do you want to take a trip to see the ocean with me?"

He clapped his hands and cheered. "Yeah!"

"Okay, go grab your favorite toy to bring along, but just one!"

Olivia didn't have a clue how she was going to pack a three year old and herself in one carry on.

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Designated Driver (2/2)

Rio/OFC

summary- one of rio's ladies gets too drunk to drive herself home, and all she wants is for him to come pick her up.

warnings- 18+. Smut below the cut.

word count- 5.1K

author note- I ended up falling so in love with this pairing, and I’ll definitely be writing for them again! 🖤

When Olivia woke the next morning, she was alone in bed. It took a few minutes for all of the memories from the night before to come rushing back, but when they did, she couldn't stop the smile that spread across her face. She felt hungover, and was in desperate need of a shower, but none of that could sweep away the butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

The clock on the bedside table read eight, and she shot up, all thoughts of Rio gone. It was way past time for Kai to be up, changed, and fed. Rarely did he sleep in later than her, and the lack of any noise coming from his bedroom just down the hall made Olivia's heart jump into her throat. She jumped out of bed and nearly tore the door off it's hinges in her rush to find her son, but once she was inside his room, she found the crib to be empty.

That was when she heard the sound of a pan on the stovetop, and the soft rambling of Kai. A second voice filled in the gaps, a very familiar voice that Olivia truly hadn't expected to hear in her home this morning. She took a second to slow her heart, taking a deep breath before slowly making her way down the stairs. Around the corner in the kitchen, standing at the stove was Chris, a spatula in hand.

"Now, watch this," he said in a low voice. He lifted the skillet from the burner and flipped whatever was in the pan, and Kai giggled and clapped. "Cool, huh?"

It wasn't the first time Kai had met Chris. The two were around each other often when Beth set meets at the park. Chris usually brought his own son, and Olivia brought Kai, so they were familiar enough for Kai not to be too shy. They seemed to be getting along just fine.

"Good morning," Olivia said, coming into the kitchen. Chris looked up, but didn't skip a beat.

He looked her over from head to toe in one sweeping glance. "Morning."

Kai lit up and reached his arms out. She stepped over to his high chair and smoothed his hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. On his tray were cut up strawberries and a few slices of banana. "Thanks for getting him up. You really didn't have to do that."

"You were knocked and I was up, so it wasn't a problem," he said, his back to her as he resumed cooking the pancakes.

Olivia wasn't sure what to say to that. She was sober now, and it was daytime which meant Chris was a little more intimidating than he'd been before. And he was standing in her kitchen holding a spatula. She turned her attention to Kai and helped him eat his strawberries, stealing a few in the process.

When the pancakes were finished, Chris plated them and placed them on the counter in front of Kai's high chair. She noticed that he hadn't made himself any. "What about you?" she asked as he came around the counter.

Chris stared down at her, the intensity in his eyes making her heart stutter a little. "I got business to attend to." He reached out and brushed a few hairs from her face, and her skin tingled where it made contact with his. "I'll see you around, Olivia."

"Thank you for this, and for last night." She motioned at the food, her voice betraying the way she was feeling inside, but if he noticed he didn't make it known.

"Don't mention it. See you later, kid," he said to Kai.

And with that, Chris grabbed his sweatshirt and beanie off the counter, and headed out of the kitchen. A few seconds later, Olivia heard the front door open and close, and she pressed a hand over her mouth. She wasn't exactly sure what the drunk version of herself had started, but sober Olivia felt a sharp chill of excitement at the results.

Days passed by without hearing from Chris, then a week, then two weeks. Olivia started to think he wasn't interested after all, and that she'd misread all the signs he'd given her before the night he picked her up. It was a bit of a blow to her ego, but she had enough going on with Kai and work that she was easily distracted. But in the moments of quiet, her mind wandered to the cloudy, drunk memories of what Chris looked like laying in her bed, and it was hard not to feel a little disappointed.

Beth met with him twice over those two weeks, but Annie and Olivia hadn't been needed at either meetup. She wondered if the rumors were true, if Beth and Chris really did have a thing for one another, and maybe Olivia had just been an opportunity he chose not to pass up.

Either way, when Annie asked her to go out to the Latin club not far from their strip club, Olivia chose to say yes instead of staying in and moping. It was a chance for them to hang out alone since Beth was at home with the kids, and for once Olivia was glad. If her suspicions were true, the last thing she wanted to do was listen to Beth talk about their employer. She was afraid her face would show some level of jealousy, and then she'd be in trouble.

She'd chosen simple black jeans that were so tight she could barely bend and an equally tight black top that dipped low in the front. As Olivia looked herself over in the mirror, she pulled out her phone and snapped a quick photo, posting it to her story.

Annie showed up just as Olivia was pulling on a pair of heels, and the pair headed out. Kai was sleeping peacefully, his babysitter set up in the living room with popcorn and a never ending stream of movies. They took a cab to La Zona, and it took little convincing from Annie for the tequila to start flowing.

"It's times like these that I'm actually glad I met Greg," Annie said as she licked salt from the back of her hand and took another shot. Olivia could barely hear what she was saying over the pounding bass.

Olivia laughed. "Why's that?"

"Because it gave me you, and you're so much more fun than he is."

Olivia raised her own glass. "You're not wrong about that." She took the shot and reached for her mojito waiting for her on the table. "Sometimes I feel guilty though, for leaving Kai at home to do stuff like this."

Annie just shook her head. "If the worst thing you ever do is go out and have fun after he's already asleep, you're a great mom."

Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and she pulled it out to see she had a notification. A comment on the photo she'd posted before leaving the house.

Where you going looking like that

Chris. Olivia felt heat flush up her neck, and she glanced up quickly to make sure Annie wasn't paying attention.

Out, she responded. Short and sweet for the lack of contact.

A few minutes later, her phone vibrated with an incoming text, and she knew before she even looked who it was.

Tell me where you are

Olivia felt the butterflies from the night before resurface. She started to type a response only to have Annie snapping her fingers in front of her face. "Come on, let's go dance."

She barely had time to shove her phone back into her pocket before she was being tugged along into the sea of people dancing to the beat of Latin hip-hop. It didn't take long for the tequila to kick in, and after a while she completely forgot about the text from Chris and the fact that she never responded.

Later, Olivia found herself back at the bar while Annie ran to the bathroom. She was hot, and grabbed a water instead of more alcohol from the bartender and pulled her phone out to check the time. It was nearing midnight, but the time wasn't what gave her pause. She had two texts waiting—one an update from the babysitter on Kai who was still sleeping, the other was a second from Chris.

You know I have your location right

Olivia froze, staring at the screen. When she looked back up, she searched the crowd for his face. It was just like him to show up unannounced.

How do you have it, she typed out, and waited anxiously for a reply. He'd sent the last message almost an hour ago.

I like to keep tabs on my girls

"Shit," she whispered to herself.

She knew he was dangerous, that he liked to play with them, make them uneasy. He'd just never really done it to her before, so this was a new feeling. She felt like she was being watched, that he could pop up at any moment and spill her secret. Annie would never understand the game she was playing if she found out, and Olivia didn't know if she could handle a lecture. Then there was Beth. If there was something going on between her and Chris, that would cause even more problems. Olivia decided to ignore him, to pretend like he didn't exist because that was what was best for her friendships.

The second Annie was back, they took another shot each and faded back into the crowd. There was one guy in particular Annie kept ending back up near, and Olivia tried to give her an inconspicuous thumbs up. He was cute. A little short, but taller than Annie, and that was all that really mattered.

As Olivia moved her body to the beat of the song, the sea of dancers enveloped her in a pulsing embrace. She danced with different people, going with the flow until a firm chest pressed against her back and a set of hands slid around her waist, dragging her back so they were flush together.

She smelled his cologne before she could fully process anything else, like the familiar shape of his hands. Her heart picked up speed in her chest, fluttering around like a frightened hummingbird. She refused to turn around as they moved together to the music, but against her better judgement, she allowed herself to fall prey to his advances. They fell into sync easily, moving against one another to the beat like it was completely natural. So natural she forgot all about Annie and the possibility of her seeing them in a compromising position.

His hands wandered, squeezing at her waist, down to roam her thighs before moving back up to press into her ribcage, his thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts. The heat of his breath on the side of her neck sent a shiver down her spine, and she pressed back into him. His lips fell to the skin of her collarbone, and her eyes fluttered closed.

"You let every man put his hands on you or did you know it was me?" Chris asked close enough to her ear to hear over the music. Another wave of goosebumps rolled over her skin.

Finally Olivia turned her head so she could see him, and his eyes were heavy lidded as he watched her. The second she met his gaze, his shifted down to her lips then quickly back up.

"What do you think?"

"I think you should answer me when I ask you a question."

Olivia turned in his embrace, and his hands shifted across her hips to rest on the curve of her ass. She slipped her own hands up from his waist to his chest. Without giving it any thought at all, she leaned up and connected their lips. Chris didn't hesitate, but she wasn't prepared for him to slip his tongue against her own, his grip tightening.

Any ideas she'd had about ignoring him and pretending he didn't exist flew out the window. She wasn't nearly as drunk as the last time, and she relished every second. When Chris pulled back, his expression was hard to read. His eyes were narrowed, his mouth a firm line, but his body held hers like it was all he wanted, and she allowed him to.

She noted how good he looked in black jeans and a button down, his facial hair freshly trimmed. While she was taking on his appearance, he was brazenly doing the same. His eyes lingered on the dip in her top and the cleavage it exposed. Without saying a word, he took her hand and pulled her through the crowd toward the bar where it was easier to move and hear each other.

Chris ordered a scotch for himself and turned to her. "Just water," she said, and he smirked.

"Yeah, why's that?"

She held his gaze despite the anxiousness in her stomach. "Something tells me I should keep a clear head."

His smile grew wider just as the bartender popped their drinks onto the bar top, and he broke eye contact to pay. Olivia felt the same forbidden excitement that'd come over her the last time. Annie was somewhere out there on the dance floor, and Chris was right here. He wasn't hiding, and by the way he passed her the water and then slid his arm back around her waist, he didn't plan to.

"What are you doing here?" she finally asked when he didn't say anything.

He shrugged, sipping his scotch. "Whose attention were you trying to get with the picture?"

Olivia felt her cheeks flush. "No one."

"Bullshit. Don't play dumb with me now, sweetheart."

"How'd you know I wasn't here with a date?"

He held the glass to his lips and took a long pull, but he kept her pinned with his eyes over the rim the whole time. "You didn't call," he said.

Olivia's brows furrowed. "What?"

"I left it up to you, being the one who was drunk and all." Her mouth opened, but no words came out. "You didn't come to the meets."

"Beth said we weren't required to go," Olivia managed to say.

"You're never required, but uh, I assumed that meant something, you know?" He drained the glass and set it off to the side. With the arm around her waist, he dragged her closer. "Like you were sendin' me a signal. Then you post a photo like you did, and that's very unordinary for you."

"No, it—"

"When was the last time?"

Olivia tried to remember, but she couldn't. It'd probably been before Kai, or very randomly after. She didn't really do selfies, but she looked good, and yeah, maybe she knew he would see it because they were friends.

"So, whose attention were you trying to get?" he asked again.

"Yours," she whispered so softly he leaned in closer to hear. His cheek was pressed to hers, his breath hot on her neck.

"Yeah, I thought so. Next time send it directly to my phone."

A chill rippled down her spine at the thought of next time. She tilted her head so their lips were only a breath apart just before Chris closed the distance. This kiss was slower than the ones they'd shared before, and it lit a fire in her abdomen. Her hands found his waist, and she slid them up to rest on his lower back. He gripped her ass tight, and with their bodies pressed together, she could feel the hardening bulge in his jeans.

"Let me drive you home," he said when he pulled away, and there was a raspiness to his voice that wasn't there before.

"Annie's out there. I can't just leave her."

Chris ran his hand up to cup her chin, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. She felt all rational thought drifting off as he stared down at her with his dark brown eyes. "Mick'll make sure she gets home safe." He kissed her again before she could protest. "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."

He gave her hand a squeeze before turning and disappearing into the crowd. Olivia ran her fingers through her hair and tried to gather herself after being thrown completely off guard by his sudden, all consuming presence.

"Where the hell did you go?" Annie called out from behind. "I turned around and you were gone."

"I'm leaving," Olivia said, just wanting to get it off her chest. "I was about to come and find you."

Annie stood in the place Chris had just been looking very confused, and very inebriated. "Did you meet someone?" She looked around, searching for a face she wouldn't find.

"It's a long story."

Through the crowd, Chris stepped back into sight with Mick in tow. Annie glanced back at him, then did a double take. "What's gang friend doing here?"

Chris, without a hint of shame, came to stand at Olivia's elbow. "You ready?" he asked loud enough for Annie to hear. Olivia held her breath, waiting for some kind of lightbulb to go off.

Annie's eyes bounced from Olivia to Chris and back. "What is happening right now?"

Mick slung an arm over Annie's shoulders. "We're being kicked to the curb, doll."

Annie's eyes scrunched closed in contemplation for a second. "Wait, wait, wait. Liv, are you sleeping with gang friend!?"

Olivia opened her mouth to deny the accusations, but she didn't get the chance. Chris laughed and shook his head. "Make sure she gets home safe," he said to Mick who offered him a sarcastic salute. Chris guided Olivia passed them, and they headed for the exit.

Like the last time, Olivia found herself in the passenger seat of Chris's Mercedes. He'd started the engine, but was yet to put the car in drive. They were parked in a packed lot just a few blocks from the club, and now that she could think straight without the noise and lights distracting her, she started to wonder if Beth knew something was up. Why else would she insist on going to the meets by herself recently when that'd never been the case before?

Chris's head was resting against the headrest, his eyes trained out the front windshield. She admired his side profile, the curve of his jaw and length of his neck. Him showing up tonight was a genuine surprise, but she was glad for it. The night they ended up at her house, there'd been something between them that she'd chosen to try and ignore until now. Partially because she never thought they'd end up here again.

"How many drinks did you have tonight?" he asked, and the sound of his voice relit the fire in her stomach. Every time he opened his mouth, it struck a chord inside her that couldn't be ignored.

"Just a few."

"What's a few, Olivia?" He turned his head to look at her. Why did he have to be so effortlessly attractive?

"Three."

Chris just watched her for a minute as if he were thinking that over. She could see the wheels turning inside his head, and she wished she could read his mind. He leaned forward and reached into the back of his jeans, pulling out his gun and resting it on the dash. At one point, that would've terrified her, but not anymore. "Take your shirt off."

Olivia froze, but Chris made no move to look away. For a second she thought she'd misheard him, but the way his eyes dipped to her cleavage, she hadn't. "Unless you just want me to drive you home," he continued. By his tone, she knew he was sincere. She glanced at the windows, checking to see if anyone was around to catch them. "They're tinted," he said as he motioned at the windshield. "No one'll see you. No one except me."

Her hands felt shaky with nervous energy, but being alone with him was something she daydreamed about, and she didn't want to waste the opportunity. She sat up in her seat and pulled the bottom hem of her shirt out of her jeans before slowly pulling it up and off. She was wearing an emerald green bra and panty set underneath, one of her favorites. Chris analyzed every inch of newly exposed skin, and she burned hot. She was sure he could tell, but if he did, he made no note of it.

He sat up a little and scooted his seat back as far as it would go, and tilted the backrest to a flatter angle. "Come here."

Olivia hesitated. She had a pretty good idea where this was headed, and she wanted it so bad, but she was nervous. Being drunk out of her mind gave her a ridiculous kind of confidence she didn't naturally possess, but she didn't have that to fall back on tonight. She shifted in her seat only to find that the tightness of her jeans limited her movements, and she gave it the briefest of considerations before stretching out and popping the button open. She felt the heat of his gaze as she pushed them down her legs, and she found that she liked the way it felt. Her heart raced, her breaths coming quick and short with anticipation.

She kicked the jeans off, leaving them in a pile on the floorboard, and sat up on her knees, crawling over the center console to straddle his lap. Chris shifted a little to accommodate her, his hands instantly reaching up to grab her waist. Olivia planted her palms flat on his chest and leaned down to kiss him, her long blonde hair falling around them like a curtain.

Chris wasted no time, forcing her hips back over his. He was definitely hard now, and as the kiss deepened, their movements grew more rushed. She hurried to get the buttons of his shirt undone, and when it was, she tore it open and moved from his lips down the column of his tattooed throat. His hands squeezed the flesh of her ass and thighs, and she rocked her hips slowly, creating the kind of friction that made them both breathe heavier. 

She wasn't drunk by any means, but the tequila enhanced every sensation, making her more desperate for what they were hurtling headlong toward. She dragged her fingers down his naked chest, and a hiss left Chris's mouth. He slipped his hands into the waistband of her panties, slowly pulling them down as far as he could with her legs spread over him. All at once Chris sat up and took both hands to the thin strip of fabric concealing her soaking wet pussy from him. In one swift motion he snapped the material and tossed the shreds to lay on the floorboard with her jeans.

"Those were my favorite," she said, but he just shook his head, too focused to be distracted.

"You want your panties back or do you want to come?" he soothed against her lips, and she gasped when she felt his hand dip between her legs, two fingers opening her up to swipe against her clit. Her nails dug into his shoulders. "That's what I thought."

He kept her firmly in hand as he circled her clit, pressing his forehead to hers. She rocked her hips against the contact, wanting more, but he held firm. As if he could read her mind, Chris dipped lower to slip those same fingers inside her. His lips parted as she moaned, his tongue running across his bottom lip. The way he curled his fingers buried inside her sent a shock of pleasure through her body, his thumb pressing against her clit sending her higher. While he stroked the spot inside that unraveled her sanity, he loosened his grip on her waist with his other hand, giving her the freedom to ride his fingers.

"You want it?" he asked, and she nodded. "Let me hear you say it."

She struggled to find her voice. It all felt so good. "Yes, I want it."

Chris leaned back a little so he could see her better, resting against the seat. "Make yourself come, then."

It took her a second to comprehend what he was telling her to do, and she had a fleeting moment of feeling ridiculous, but then he pressed harder against her clit, forcing a breathless gasp from her chest. She rested her palms back on his naked chest, grinding her hips in slow circles. With each turn, his thumb rubbed her in the most delicious way, and Chris watched as she neared an orgasm.

Olivia was so lost inside her own pleasure she almost missed the way his chest was rising and falling with ragged breaths, but when she noticed she couldn't look away. The way she was positioned over his cock, she rubbed against him too, back and forth, her pussy grinding against the fabric of his jeans. The outline of the bulge was another erotic sensation, one that seemed to drive him crazy.

Chris was always so in control, but she watched him unravel right before her eyes until he was dragging his fingers from between her legs to pop the button on his own jeans. Him losing that control was nearly enough to make her come right there, but she kept it at bay. She wanted to feel him. She scooted back and reached down to help, tugging his boxers down along with him until his cock sprang free. He was bigger than she expected, longer than most but the perfect girth that made the need between her legs grow even worse.

When she looked up, Chris was analyzing her expression, but he took the shaft in his hand and gave it a few slow strokes. Not wanting to waste more time, Olivia slid her hand beneath his to take its place around his length. Chris ran that same hand up her forearm, past her elbow and shoulder, until he was holding her by the throat. Her breath caught as his thumb brushed over the hollow there. Olivia sat up on her knees, moving up so his cock brushed her entrance, and gradually she lowered herself down.

Chris's grip on her neck tightened, pulling her down to connect their lips. Her pussy stretched around him, making her moan. The rumble of a laugh vibrated out from his chest into hers. She took the last few inches slow, waiting a few seconds to adjust before she moved, but Chris took her in hand again, both gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. He pushed her back and forth, both of them groaning at the feeling, and she sat up to steady herself.

He gazed up at her with a lust filled eyes. "You feel so fuckin' good," he said, voice low, and she could've sworn she grew ten times wetter.

She tried to take control, setting her own pace, and instead of his fingers nearly bruising her skin, they wandered. He laid his head back against the headrest and watched her ride him, one hand going up to cup her breast through the lace of her bra, thumb brushing the hardened bud. Shocks of pleasure shot between her legs, making her cry out his name. The other hand made it's way between her legs again, his fingers finding her clit and pushing her nearly over the edge of sensations.

"Come for me, Olivia," he whispered, and he groaned when she dug her nails into the skin of his chest. "Come on, come for me."

She couldn't hold it back any longer, and she kept going as the orgasm burst out from her lower abdomen, and her mouth fell open as it consumed her. Her thighs threatened to snap closed, but Chris held them open and continued the tight circles around her clit, making her muscles tremble.

"Chris, wait, I can—" but he didn't stop, and she could feel her eyes burning with tears of pleasure as she rode his cock through it.

Chris was close, she could tell by the way his breaths came in short bursts, his face contorting and chest rising and falling, and just as her orgasm was fading, his hit him full on and he latched onto her hips once again, thrusting deep and filling her up with his come.

"Fuck," he groaned, and she leaned down to kiss him, swallowing the sounds of his pleasure.

Olivia peppered soft kisses across his jaw and down his neck, and when she looked back up, his eyes were closed, but there was a soft, satisfied smile on his face. She sat up and started to slide over to the passenger seat, but he grabbed her waist before she could get very far.

"Where you going?" he asked as he opened his eyes and looked up at her.

"My legs are cramping."

Rio chuckled sleepily and let her go. She climbed over the console, and Chris reached into the backseat where he found an extra t-shirt. He leaned over and cleaned the come from between her legs before wiping himself off and doing up his jeans.

A few quiet moments passed until Chris rested his elbow on the center console and leaned back to grab more articles of clothing from the back. He tossed her a thick black sweatshirt that smelled of his cologne. "You can wear that," he said. She pulled it over her head to find it came down just below her ass.

When she looked up, he was still watching her. "What?"

Chris reached a hand out and brushed a few messy strands of hair behind her ear. She couldn't imagine what she'd looked like right now. "You look beautiful."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She turned to pull down the mirror on the visor but he took her chin, forcing her back to look at him. He leaned forward and kissed her lips slow and soft, swiping his tongue against her bottom lip.

"You look thoroughly satisfied, and that to me is so fuckin' beautiful," he whispered against her lips, and she wanted to bang her head against the headrest. Every time he opened his mouth, he said something that made her want to open her legs. "Come on, let me get you home."

He kissed her once more before pushing a few buttons on the radio. The car was still running, so music filled the cabin, and he fixed his seat and put it in drive. "Next time, you come to the meet up, yeah?"

Olivia couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, I'll be there."

[topknot32]

Designated Driver (1/2)

Rio/OFC

summary- one of rio's ladies gets too drunk to drive herself home, and all she wants is for him to come pick her up.

warnings- 18+. alcohol use, eventual smut.

word count- 4.6K

"What are we celebrating?" Annie asked, raising her shot glass to cheers.

Beth looked to her sister, then at Olivia, and she shrugged. "Surviving."

Olivia was drunk already, and that one word made her laugh. She nearly dropped her own shot glass in the process.

Even Annie was surprised. "Jesus, lightweight much?"

"Hey, I don't get out very often anymore. I never got the time," Olivia said, shooting back the tequila and quickly reaching for a lime slice on a plate in the center of the table.

The three of them were at a seedy strip club on the wrong side of town. They'd all agreed to go somewhere no one knew them, far away from their own establishment, where they wouldn't bump into anyone in Rio's crew or any husband's of the wives from the PTA or carpool list. It was such a rare thing for them to get just one whole night away from work and responsibilities. Usually their nights out consisted of meeting up with clients, passing off cash, or recruiting. So, it was a special occasion worth celebrating.

"How's Kai doing?" Beth asked Olivia, turning in her seat so she could hear better. "Is he sleeping through the night?"

Olivia still considered herself a new mother. Her son Kai, had only just turned two years old, and he'd been experiencing sleep regression. It was exhausting, but she was grateful to have Beth and Annie who always seemed to have an answer for her questions.

"Mm, sort of. Some nights he's perfect, and then others, I'm up crawling into his crib with him just so he can babble on for hours while I doze off from sheer exhaustion."

Olivia reached for another shot and took it without hesitation. It burned like none other, but she took it like a champ. It was her only night with a babysitter, so she was going to live it up.

"It'll pass. I know it doesn't sound helpful right now, but Kenny went through the same thing. Just when I thought I was going to have to throw myself off the roof, it stopped. He started sleeping through the night again, and it was like it never happened," said Beth, and Annie agreed, waving their waitress over for another round.

"I hope it ends soon," Olivia slurred. "These shifts at work plus no sleep are going to be the death of me."

"You really need to find something during the day," Annie said.

"What I do pays well if you consider the health benefits, and it keeps me close to the cops."

Olivia worked for dispatch, night shift, but she was hoping to get moved to days in the next couple of months.

"Face it," Olivia said, just as her phone started to vibrate in her pocket. "We need an inside man, and without Stan, I'm all we've got."

Annie and Beth started talking about Ruby and Stan amongst themselves while Olivia opened the new text message.

Anyone sticking their nose where it doesn't belong tonight?

Rio.

He must be out getting into trouble, doing business. They were the same thing for a guy like him. She typed out a quick response and hit send.

Not sure, I'm not at the station. Night off.

Her stomach did a nervous somersault, but she wasn't sure why. He was no threat to her here. It wasn't like he tracked their phones, or at least he never insinuated that he did. She tucked her phone away again and rejoined the other two ladies at the table. The waitress dropped off another round of shots as well as three draft beers, and Beth passed them one of each.

"Take advantage of this, ladies. We might not get the chance for this again anytime soon," Beth said with a frown. "We're about to be very busy."

Olivia went to ask why that was when her phone buzzed again.

Where you at then

Olivia stared at the text for a moment. She had the sudden urge to tell him, to see if he would pop up unannounced like he so often did, appearing out of the shadows like some ominous dark entity. It was so strong she started to type the club name, but she froze.

"Earth to Liv," Annie said, pulling her attention.

"Sorry, what?" Olivia took a sip of her beer, trying to wash away the taste of tequila.

"How's Dakota doing?"

Ah, Olivia's bouncing baby nephew. The prodigal son of her brother, Greg.

"Good, as far as I know. Nancy's really taken the title for World's Most Anal Retentive Mother."

That made Annie crack up, and Beth just raised her brows, looking at each of them. "What, she's my sister in law," Olivia said. "I can make fun of her all I want to."

Beth raised her hands in defense. "I didn't say anything."

"She tries to make me feel inadequate just because I let Kai have gluten."

"She tries to do the same thing with Ben. Even now, like a hundred years later," said Annie.

Lucy's shoulders slumped. "She tried to tell me that's why he doesn't sleep at night. Because of all the chemicals he eats." Her phone buzzed again, and her body flushed hot.

"Who on earth is blowing you up?" Annie asked, taking another shot.

"No one," Olivia said quickly. "Just a group text for some of the people at work."

Not doing anything I wouldn't do I hope

Me? Never, she responded.

He'd been dropping subtle hints for weeks, so subtle Olivia thought she might be crazy. A hand graze here, lingering stare there, a slight nod of approval when she walked into the room.

The two of them were never alone long enough for her to do any real investigating. Beth or Annie were always right around the corner, and Rio dealt mostly with Beth. She was their spokesperson. Olivia was just the artist who happened to work at the police station. Any information Rio might need from her, he could get secondhand from Beth.

Olivia found him attractive. There was no doubt about that. He was everything she'd never had, but everything she desired. Kai's father had been the safe option, the standard All American guy who was just that—safe. Predictable. Until he left her, moving in with an old college girlfriend he married two months after abandoning Olivia and Kai.

Rio was not predictable in any sense of the word, and she wouldn't necessarily consider him safe either. Unless she counted the way people looked at him when he walked in the room. It wasn't lost on her—the fear, the caution. Everyone that ran in their circle knew him, and they all knew what he was capable of. She felt that same fear every time she was in the same room as him, every time he fixed his stare in her direction.

She tucked her phone away again and turned back to her friends, trying her very hardest to focus on something other than their boss, but it was tough. Nothing good could come from it, so it was best to pretend it wasn't there.

Hours later, Olivia was too drunk to know how many, all she wanted was her bed and about a gallon of water. Beth and Annie were making friends with a stripper named Dallas, and both seemed perfectly content to talk until the sun came up. While standing in line for the bathroom, a terrible idea popped into Olivia's head, and she pulled out her phone with sloppy hands before her rational mind could tell her no. If Beth or Annie could see her, they'd rip the phone out of her hands and shame her until she was red in the face, she knew it, but she did it anyway.

Thank you, Jose Cuervo.

I need a ride, she managed to type and send with squinted eyes and slow fingers to ensure there weren't any typos. The letters on her keyboard all started to blur together, but luckily she had it memorized well enough to get it done. The response came quicker than she thought it would. She'd barely moved up one spot in line.

Address

Her stomach did a nervous flip, but she held firm and sent her location to his phone. She waited, but nothing came through, and she wondered if he was just playing with her. There was only one way to find out, and that was to wait to see if he showed.

It took nearly fifteen minutes just to make it into the bathroom, and once she was finished looking herself over in the mirror, making sure she didn't look too crazy, she headed back out to their table. She was nearly there when she caught a glimpse of him. He was standing just inside the entrance to the club, his hands in his pockets and a beanie on his head.

All black, typical, she thought, but then her heart leapt into her throat. If Annie or Beth saw him, they'd never understand. Olivia rushed over, and when Rio caught sight of her, his focus turned in her direction. She tried to play it cool, to pretend she wasn't drunk, but she definitely wasn't known for her acting skills.

"They can't see you," she said, trying to nudge him backwards, but he was an immovable object.

"Who, your date?"

She scoffed. "Be serious. Annie and Beth."

"Ahh, I see. You uh, come here often?" he asked, looking around with a one sided smirk. There were naked women everywhere they looked. Their club didn't do full nudity, but this one did.

"Can't say that I do. I didn't even think you'd show up," Olivia said, getting flustered, brushing the hair off her sweaty neck. She didn't miss the way Rio's eyes tracked the motion. She didn't know what to do or say now that he was here in front of her, but one thing was certain—Beth and Annie couldn't see them together.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know. Because we're enough of a headache during the day?"

Rio laughed. "You aren't my headache, Olivia."

"But I'm also not your problem."

He said nothing for a moment, and then, "You ready to go?"

"Uh, yeah, I just have to tell them I'm leaving. Wait right here."

Olivia turned and weaved through the crowd, glancing back over her shoulder to make sure Rio didn't follow. She didn't trust him enough to not try and incite some drama, and she hoped he didn't see which direction she was headed.

"Hey, my Uber's here," Olivia said when she got back to their table.

Annie frowned. "What? I thought you were just going to the bathroom."

"Sitter texted me. Kai's awake and she's not sure what to do." She didn't know where the lie came from, or why it came out so easily, especially after all the tequila she'd drank.

"Oh, damn, I'm sorry. Text me when you get home?"

Olivia suddenly felt guilty about lying to Annie, one of her oldest and dearest friendships, but she kept her nerve. "Yeah, of course."

She gave them both quick hugs, and then hurried back to where she'd left Rio. He was leaning against  the wall, looking down at his phone. What she found interesting was the way he hardly even glanced at the women around him. There was temptation in every direction, but he seemed to have no interest in it.

"Ready," she said as she made her way back over, and he tucked the phone away in his pocket.

"Let's go, then."

Rio guided her through the crowd toward the door, keeping just a step in front of her, parting the sea of people so they could get through. As they reached the exit, he slowed and placed a hand at the small of her back, nudging her onto the path of least resistance. Olivia was very aware of that hand and the way it felt against her skin through the thin material of her blouse. He couldn't see her face, but she couldn't contain the smile. The alcohol in her system wasn't helping matters. As soon as they were outside, Rio dropped his hand, and Olivia did her best to wipe the emotion from her face.

"I'm parked over here," he said, pointing toward the street, and she followed along beside him quietly, not sure what to say now.

They remained like that until they were in the car. She looked over at him and raised her eyebrows. "You're in pajamas."

"What?"

"You're wearing pajamas," she said again, blank faced and confused, the liquor slurring her words a little. He was in all black, but he was in sweatpants and a sweatshirt, a beanie on his head. His sharp edges and prickly demeanor were no where to be found, and in their place he seemed.. soft. It was jarring.

"I mean, yeah, I guess. It's three in the morning."

"I've never seen you in pajamas."

Rio rolled his eyes and started the car. "Put your seatbelt on."  

She did as he told her to, and he pulled out onto the street. Once they were moving, he took one hand off the steering wheel to turn the radio on. Hip-hop filled the space between them, but not too loud to where she couldn't be heard if she wanted to be.

Inside the closed space, Olivia was very aware of the smell of his cologne in the air, a delicious scent, and the close proximity of their bodies. She'd never really been this close to him before, never ridden shotgun while he drove or had his arm resting on the console, his free hand on the gear shift so close to her knee he could brush his fingers over it if he wanted to without moving. Her face burned at the thought, and she couldn't seem to look away from his hand, as if she could will it to close the distance.

"Your kid at home?" Rio asked, nearly making her jump out of her skin. She'd been so lost inside her own head, the sound of his voice was startling.

"Kai, yeah, he's with the sitter." She was very aware of how the words didn't come out clear.

The silence resumed, but she noted the way he looked over at her every so often, and she shifted her legs so her knee nearly brushed against his hand. Rio wasn't stupid or oblivious. He knew what that meant, and her heart rate increased when he closed the distance, sliding his open palm over her knee and up to rest on her thigh.

Olivia had to turn her face to the window to keep him from seeing just what that did to her, but by the hum that came from his chest, he already knew. To prove she wasn't a coward, she slid her arm through his, and he flipped his palm to lace their fingers together. His thumb brushed soft lines over the skin of her knuckles. Neither of them said a word, and by the time they reached Olivia's street, her heart had slowed a little.

When Rio parked the SUV in the driveway and turned off the ignition, neither of them moved. Olivia soaked up every bit of the seconds she had left with him, the quiet seconds when he wasn't quite so scary. She looked his way and saw that he was staring up at the front door, his head resting back against the seat. The lights in the living room were on, the porch light too, but other than that the house was dark. Leah must be working on homework on the couch, and Kai was sleeping for once. Rio felt her gaze and rolled his head slowly her way, his face neutral.

"Thanks for driving me," she whispered, eyes flickering down to his perfectly plump bottom lip.

"You're welcome."

Olivia started to pull her hand away, but Rio squeezed it softly, his expression never changing. He let go then, and watched her open the door and hop out onto the pavement, heart skittering like a newborn deer.

"Do you want to come in?" she asked before she could stop the thought from taking physical shape, turning back with her hand on the door.

Rio sat up and ran his hand over his chin, scratching at his facial hair. "What for?"

She shrugged. "Watch a movie, drink a glass of wine, smoke a joint, whatever."

Rio laughed. "You smoke weed?"

"Sometimes, why, do I not seem like the type?"

He looked her over slowly, sending a chill down her spine. "No, not really."

"Well, I do, so if you want to, the offer stands. Otherwise, goodnight."

She shut the door, giving him a second to think it over, and her a chance to get control of her nerves. She headed for the front door, digging through her purse for her house keys as she went, refusing to look back over her shoulder for fear of seeing him starting up the car and leaving.

Before she got the door unlocked, Olivia heard the sound of a door closing. She smiled softly, forcing herself to remain calm and cool on the outside even though she was screaming on the inside. She felt his presence at her back a moment later, but Rio didn't say a word.

Leah—Kai's high school babysitter, was sitting on the floor in the living room with her school books spread out on the carpet. She looked up and smiled, her pink and purple braces on full display.

"You're back early," Leah said, glancing behind Olivia at Rio who stood quietly.

"I was tired," Olivia said while kicking off her shoes. "Kai asleep?"

Leah started gathering up her stuff. "Yeah, he's only woken up once. I gave him milk and he fell right back to sleep."

Olivia laughed. "I'm jealous. He keeps me up for hours lately. It's amazing I'm still standing."

Leah shoved her books into her bag. "I'm sure it'll pass. Have a good night, Miss Walton."

She headed out the front door, leaving Olivia alone with Rio again. It felt even more strange to be inside her home with him, in her safe place. He moved away from her without saying a word, heading for the bookshelves lining the far wall where she had her collection along with photos and keepsakes. Most of them were of her and Gregg as children, but there were quite a few of Kai.

"He's a cute kid," Rio said, his back to her. "He looks just like you."

She sat down on the arm of the couch and watched him. "Thank god for that."

"Where's his dad?" He turned, pinning her with his brown eyes.

"Not in the picture."

He took a few steps closer, never dropping her gaze, and tucked his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "Why am I here, Olivia?"

She sat up a little straighter, forcing a confidence she didn't naturally possess, and refused to look away. "I don't know. Why did you get out of the car?"

Rio took a few more steps forward. Now, he was only one or two decently sized ones from her, and the way he watched her was like a predator analyzing its prey long before an actual attack. It was darkly curious, almost undecided in a way. He didn't know why he'd come inside. It made butterflies take flight in her stomach. It was full of possibilities.

Before Rio could answer, she stood and moved toward the stairs. "Come on, I think I have enough weed for a joint to share."

She didn't wait to see how he reacted, and headed up the wooden staircase to the landing up above, careful to avoid any of the creaky spots that would wake Kai almost instantly. Rio followed. She could hear his quiet, carefully placed footsteps, the kind only someone who has lived in a house with small children knows how to achieve.

The master bedroom was at the end of the hallway. It was dark aside from the bedside lamp still switched on, the door cracked, and her stomach did a nervous somersault at the thought of Rio inside of it. It was such a foreign concept to her still drunken mind, but it was also exciting, and she bit at her bottom lip. Rio followed her in, and just like in the living room, he moved around slowly, taking in the decor, the discarded shirts and pants she'd decided against when she was getting ready earlier that evening, the neatly made king sized bed.

Olivia opened the top drawer of her dresser where she kept a small jewelry box she'd made in a pottery class when she was just a kid. It was misshapen and imperfect like most kids crafts, but she loved it just the same. Inside it, she kept a bottle of anxiety medication she'd been prescribed shortly after she had Kai, a loosely wrapped plastic baggie of pot, a few rolling papers, and a lighter.

"Do you know how to roll?" Rio asked.

"I'm sure it's hard to believe, but yes, I do." She gave him a sarcastic smile, her eyes nearly closing altogether, and he chuckled, raising his hands in defense.

Olivia hopped up onto the bed and patted the spot next to her. Rio just shook his head, like he couldn't believe where he was and what he was doing, before sitting beside her. After he took off his beanie and stuffed it into his pocket, he laid back flat on his back, hands behind his head, and she was very aware of the way his sweatshirt rode up. The motion exposed a strip of his stomach, and she had to pry her eyes away to focus on the task at hand. Rio stared up at the ceiling without saying a word while she rolled a pretty decent joint for someone who was drunk.

She lit it and took a deep inhale, eyes closing at the way it filled her lungs and dissipated out into her limbs. She blew out the smoke and hummed a soft sigh of contentment before passing it to Rio. When she opened her eyes, he was watching her. He took the joint and pressed it between his lips, and she held his gaze as he inhaled and held the smoke for a few seconds before blowing it into the space between them.

They remained like that for a while, quietly passing the joint back and forth until she was perfectly at ease, her limbs loose and mind clear. She fell back to lay beside him, and she felt his hand shift closer before taking hers, lacing their fingers together just like they had been in the car. She smiled, unable to hold it back, and felt her neck flush with heat. When she rolled her head to look at him, he was staring right back, and without thinking, she leaned forward and kissed him.

Maybe it was the tequila, or maybe it was the weed, but a shock of electricity ran through Olivia's body at the contact. It lit a fire in her belly, and instead of pulling away like she intended, she pressed into him harder when he kissed her back. His free hand ran up her arm to cup the back of her head, and she shifted so she could lean over him, slipping her tongue between his lips to tangle with his.

His lips were soft and warm, everything she imagined they'd be. She wanted more of him, and she slid a leg over his hips, breaking the kiss only to get a read on his reaction when she straddled his waist, palms flat on his chest. His eyes darkened as they moved down her body, taking in their new position. With just the soft lamplight illuminating his features, he looked irresistible to her.

Olivia bit her bottom lip, shifting back just enough to feel him growing hard in the confines of his sweats. The butterflies in her stomach fluttered, their wings beating rapidly when his eyes snapped shut, his hands running up her legs to squeeze her thighs tight. They kept moving up, palming the flesh of her ass, and when his eyes opened, the same fire she was engulfed in was burning there. Olivia was emboldened by the way she felt, the way she wasn't afraid of him here and now.

"What are you doing?" Rio said lowly, pinning her with his eyes.

The sound of his voice made her flush hotter, but she didn't answer verbally. She ran her hands down his torso to the hem of his sweatshirt, slipping her fingers beneath the fabric to the warm skin beneath it. Her movements were tentative and cautious. Even after all the alcohol, she wasn't sure how he would react. The thought of meeting his gaze was too much to bear, so she kept her eyes trained on her own movements instead. When she sat back and ghosted just the tip of her index finger into the band of his sweats, Rio snatched her up by the wrists, ending the exploration of his body, and sending her heart racing.

"What are you doing, Olivia?" he asked again, firmer this time.

"Nothing."

He swallowed, adams apple bobbing. "This isn't nothing." He squeezed her wrist, flexing his fingers around it, watching her closely.

Olivia was frozen, but the longer the silence stretched on, the further her mind drifted, and she shifted her hips forward. A sharp exhale left Rio's chest, and she risked a look at his face. He sat up quickly, still holding her wrist, and forced it behind her back. His lips were so close now, and her heart leapt into her throat.

"You're drunk, and you need to watch yourself," he said lowly, his chest vibrating against her own and she leaned forward to kiss him, ignoring his words completely, but she stopped when she saw the muscle jump in his jaw. "Olivia."

"Okay," she whispered, forcing herself back to the reality of their situation. This was Rio, her boss, a man who terrified her in the daytime. But right now he was touchable, less frigid.

Rio shifted, lifting his hips and tossing her down onto the mattress like it was nothing. Olivia couldn't help but laugh loudly, but she slapped a hand over her mouth to keep from waking Kai. With a growing smirk, he leaned over her, switching their positions to straddle her waist. "Close your eyes and go to sleep," he said, getting so close to her lips that she felt frozen for a moment, certain that he would close the distance.

"I'm sorry. Just ignore me. I'm not myself after three tequilas."

Rio sat back, staring down at her. "Fuckin' lightweight. Jesus Christ."

He rolled off and resumed his position beside her, but this time he laid on his side. Olivia dragged one of the blankets up over her body and nestled into them, turning slightly into her side to get comfortable. The longer they laid there, the further she drifted toward sleep. She tried to keep her eyes open, but they were so heavy and she was so comfy.

"You tired, Olivia?" Rio asked, his voice so quiet in the subtly lamp lit room she thought she dreamed it for a second. A beat later, he ran a finger softly against her cheek, brushing a few strands of hair behind her ear before caressing her chin with the palm of his hand.

"Yeah, kids will do that," she mumbled back. “You’re really not so scary, Rio.”

He continued to run his thumb back and forth against her cheek, and she couldn't resist the pull of sleep any longer. Her eyelids dropped closed, and she nestled in closer to the wall of his chest.

“Chris,” he said. “You can call me Chris.”

[topknot32]

Girl Dad (2/2)

Rio/OFC

summary- Rio sees his pregnant ex-girlfriend out one night not long after their breakup. He seizes the opportunity, and tries to persuade her to let him be in his kid's life, and hers, too.

warnings- 18+. Smut below the cut

word count- 3.4K

CAMILA

The smell of cigarette smoke had always been a turn off for Camila, always. Until she met Rio. Now, the smell of menthol and cedar wood cologne were comforts. The combination was entirely Christopher, and she breathed it in as he held her in the middle of the restaurant without a care who saw them.

She could blame it on hormones all she wanted, but in truth, she missed him. The few weeks they spent being consumed by one another were some of the best she ever had. There were several moments in their affair when she believed it could be something real, that he might not be the stereotype she'd originally labeled him as.

But every time she opened her mouth to tell her friends and family, something held her back. It was the lifestyle. The unpredictable and dangerous way he lived his life when they weren't together. Christopher had never involved her in his business, but she wasn't stupid or naive.

Camila understood the money he earned to buy luxury vehicles and expensive jewelry wasn't brought in by honest means. That part didn't bother her, no. The part that did was the danger it posed to him. He'd been shot, he told her so, and she'd seen the scars. She was a nurse, she knew what the three healed wounds on his chest were before he even said the words. Getting attached to someone who could end up getting themselves killed was terrifying no matter how much she enjoyed his company and getting pregnant by him was equally so.

When she looked up as he held her, she forgot all of that. He stared down at her with the kind of intensity that made butterflies take flight in her stomach, and she chanced a glance down at his lips. When Christopher put all his attention on her, no one else existed.

"Sorry for the waterworks. I always thought pregnancy hormones were an over dramatization, but nope. They are, in fact, very real."

"You good?" he asked after brushing away the remaining tears from her cheeks. She nodded just as the waitress came over with her salad.

Camila straightened up, and Chris released her, but he didn't retreat. He stayed on her side of the booth while she ate, an arm thrown up behind her on the back of the seat.

The winds seemed to have shifted between them since his apology. She didn't feel as angry, and he didn't seem as arrogant or confrontational. It didn't feel awkward between the two, and a comfortable kind of silence settled over them.

When Camila was finished, Chris brushed a few fallen strands of hair behind her ear. "Come home with me," he said softly, sending a chill down her spine.

She avoided looking at him because the second she did, she'd cave. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

He looks irresistible, she thought. "It's just not."

"Please."

The way that one word left his lips pulled her gaze. She could get lost in his brown eyes, and she nearly did. He gave her one of those up and down glances that made her breathe quicken, the kind he snuck so quickly she wasn't even sure if she really saw it.

"I don't—"

"Don't fight me. We don't have to do anything. That's not what this is." He motioned between them with a silver ringed hand. "Let me take care of you. It's the least I can do."

"I have to work early," she tried, but he brushed that off before she'd barely gotten the words out.

"I'll have you tucked in before midnight. Come on."

Chris pulled out his wallet and threw down a few bills, then pulled out his beanie and slid it on. He was always a good tipper, having sympathy for people in the service industry. She admired him for it. Wealth hadn't made him selfish, at least not in that aspect.

He helped her out of the booth, holding her hand like a gentleman. His black SUV was parked on the street just a block away, and once they were inside, he turned up the heat for her sake, knowing how much she hated to be cold. It was a warm cocoon that smelled like him, enveloping her in a sense of calm and safety she hadn't felt since she ended their relationship.

Rap music played quietly, not too loud to interrupt a conversation if she wanted to start one, and it seemed like he was waiting for just that. His fingers tapped a soft beat on the steering wheel as he drove, and he glanced her way every so often.

"I don't want you to pay for things," she said after a while. Chris looked over, a frown forming. "You said you wanted to help, to pay for stuff for the baby."

“And that’s a problem?”

Camila took in a deep, shaky breath. "I don't want to be a single mom, to do all of this alone." She shifted a little in her seat to see him better. She could tell by the tension in his jawline he didn't like the words coming out of her mouth. "Did you mean what you said, about Beth?"

He laughed, a sarcastic kind of laugh. She hated it. "I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it. I figured you knew that by now."

"If she's nothing to you, then do this with me. I don't want your money, I can do that myself. I want you in it, too. All the way. Like, up all night, no sleep, covered in puke all the way."

The sarcastic humor vanished as he processed. He looked over at her, then back at the road. "You're serious?"

"I'm not saying I want to get back together, but I need you, Christopher."

"You have me," he said softly, reaching over to take her hand. "I promise."

Inside his apartment, Christopher pulled his jacket off, heading for the bedroom. Camila always loved his place. The open concept, the warm touches of wood and leather, the photographs.

"Strip," he said, dragging his sweatshirt off next. With his back to her, she admired the newly exposed tan skin, the muscles rippling as he moved. She loved the way his jeans hung on his hips.

She had to drag her eyes away from the lines of his hip bones. "I'm not sleeping with you."

He looked back over his shoulder, hands reaching for his belt buckle. "I'm a grown man, Camila. I can see you naked and not have to fuck. Do what I said."

He disappeared around the corner into the bathroom where she heard the sound of the shower turning on. Her stomach did a nervous flip, but she was happy to be here. She kicked off her shoes and pulled her own sweatshirt off, leaving her in jeans and a lace bralette in her favorite shade of lavender.

He was already in the shower by the time she came in. It was a massive glass box of smooth, black tile with two shower heads, one on each side. His back was to her as she unfastened her jeans and pushed them down along with her panties, then stripped off the bralette, leaving her naked. Next, Camila pulled the hair tie from her hair and let it fall. The steamy air in the bathroom felt like heaven on her skin, the tense muscles in her neck and shoulders already loosening.

When she stepped into the shower, Christopher glanced at her with heavy eyes, drinking her in slowly, like it was the first time, but he kept his distance. She liked the way he looked at her, like she was something rare and special to behold. He turned so he could see her better, but they stayed beneath their separate sprays.

While Camila washed her hair, she snuck a few glances at his perfectly tan, tattooed body. If he saw, he didn't make it known, or at least he didn't chastise her for it. She could admire him for hours and not get tired of the view. With an internal scolding, she turned so he was out of her line of sight.

She found her thoughts drifting to a very similar scene, but a different time. A series of many different times in this very room when there was no space between them, just skin on skin, his long fingers tangled in her hair, lips exploring every single inch of her body. When desire was the ruler of her emotions.

Fingertips brushing the wet hair off the back of her neck and over her shoulder yanked Camila back to now, and her heart nearly stopped. Christopher was standing beneath the spray just behind her. She'd been so wrapped up in her thoughts she hadn't even noticed him come over.

"Where you at?" he hummed, pressing his lips to the spot where her neck and shoulder connected.

Camila shivered, hyper aware of how close he was behind her, the heat of his body giving her goosebumps. His fingers ran down her arm where he laced them through hers, pulling her hand up to press a kiss to the center of her palm. The other hand slid around her waist, resting right over her abdomen.

"I was just thinking," she said softly, eyes fluttering closed.

"About what?"

The sound of his voice was enough to make her melt into him, and she found all rational thought disappearing.

"Us."

She felt him chuckle—a slow, sleepy sound as he kissed his way across her shoulder blade. "Quit makin' me ask and say what's on your mind."

Camila turned her head to see him better, and he looked down with half lidded eyes. He was irresistible, water dripping down his face, his focus entirely on her. Surprising even herself, she leaned up and connected their lips, answering his question without words.

Christopher didn't deny her. He kissed her back, deep and slow, eliciting feelings only he knew how to. It was a sensation she'd desperately missed. She tried to turn in his arms, but he held firm, keeping her right where she was. Keeping her under his control. When he pulled back, he released her hand and cupped her cheek.

"Stop it," he whispered, and she blushed, but kept eye contact.

It was a battle of wills. She waited to see if he would kiss her again, and he waited to see what she wanted, what she was thinking. She could feel his cock hardening, pressing into the small of her back, but he made no move to push her further.

"Tell me what you want, Camila," he said, ghosting his lips across hers, but pulling back when she tried to kiss him.

"Christopher—"

"No."

She bit her bottom lip, drawing his eyes down to the movement. Wanting him and asking for it were two different things. In her mind, she wanted him to let go of his restraints, for him to devour her like only he could, but she didn't know how to say that out loud.

Christopher waited patiently, holding her body tight to him, but there was that look in his eye that told her he wanted an answer.

"I want you," she finally whispered, feeling the heat of embarrassment spreading up from her chest.

He grinned. "You have me. All wrapped around your pretty finger."

“You know what I mean."

"You should be really clear because what I think you might mean, you told me wasn't gonna happen."

The hand on her abdomen slipped lower, and her heart jumped into her throat. His fingertips drew shapes just above where she wanted them. She shifted back, connecting their lower bodies firmly, making a sharp breath leave his chest. He was hard as a rock now. Heat pooled in her lower body that had nothing to do with the temperature of the shower.

"Please fuck me," she managed to get out, leaning up to kiss him again, the words vibrating against his mouth. He let her have it this time, slipping his tongue between her lips to tangle with her own.

He nudged her forward toward the shower wall just out of the spray. She nearly cried with relief. Christopher took her hand again, raising it to rest against the tile, his covering hers as his other finally dipped between her legs, brushing over her clit, making her shudder.

She pulled away from his lips, dropping her forehead and resting it against the tile. His fingers worked over her dripping pussy, mouth dropping to her shoulder, teeth grazing the skin there. It was everything she'd been daydreaming about, but everything she said she wouldn't do if she came here. And yet she needed it, needed him.

He moved his hand lower, slipping a finger inside her, and the groan that came from his lips could've made her come right on the spot. He added a second finger and pumped them slow and torturous. It felt like heaven, but it wasn't enough.

"Please," she begged, resting her other hand on the tile, lips parting when his fingers curled in a way that made her cry out.

"Fuck, Camila." He removed his fingers and used his knee to knock her thighs wider apart. The thought that he was as eager as she was made her body flush even more. He used his free hand to guide his cock to her entrance, and pushed inside.

She tried to pull her hand under his free from the wall, but he held her there, forcing the other one up, caging her in, sinking himself deeper inside her. He stayed like that for what felt like forever, letting her body adjust to him by just barely pulsing in and out of her as he kissed every inch of skin he could reach. After tormenting her for several agonizing moments, his hips moved quicker, body pressing flat against hers.

"Your pussy feels so goddamn good, baby," he whispered in her ear, making her legs turn to jelly as he fucked her. "I missed this, I missed you."

He finally let her hands go, running one up her body to squeeze one of her breasts, brushing over her nipple with his thumb. It sent shocks of electricity straight between her legs, and she gasped, chin dropping to her chest.

Christopher leaned forward and kissed her jaw, teeth nipping at the skin. "Did you miss me, too?"

"Yes." She could barely form words. His cock stroked magic along her walls, his thrusts forceful and fast enough to make her lose her breath.

His hand moved back down between her legs, circling her clit with expert precision. "Tell me."

"Yes, I missed you," she gasped, latching onto his forearm and digging her nails in hard enough to leave indents. A ball of pleasure had begun to form in her lower body.

"I want you to come for me, baby,"

She moaned his name, unable to hold it in at his encouragement, the sound of his hips snapping against hers making her tremble. He took her chin in his other hand and forced her to look up at him, to meet his gaze. She could feel herself falling apart, and by the way he stared down at her, he liked the mess he'd made. Her eyes fluttered closed as she reached the precipice, so close to tipping over the edge into sheer bliss.

"Look at me," he whispered, his own pleasure thick in his voice. She opened her eyes, her lips parting as the hunger in his voice made the ball of pleasure explode.

The orgasm took her breath away, snatching it right from her chest, but Christopher held her tight and fucked her through it, not giving her an inch of space to pull back. It went on for what felt like forever, sapping every ounce of energy from her, and she was grateful for his grip or she would've dropped like a stone.

Just as hers was dissipating, his hit him full force, and she gazed up at him with heavy, satiated eyes. She loved the way his own eyes closed, his mouth dropping open, breath hitching in his chest. When Christopher opened his eyes again, he stole a kiss, his cock softening inside her. He pulled out and rested his forehead against her shoulder to catch his breath.

The water was still running hot, and Camila had to thank whoever installed the water heater in his building. When her legs felt steady enough, she pulled out of his hold and moved back under the spray, washing away the sweat and come from her skin. Christopher watched her with a half smirk, looking satisfied.

He joined her under the spray, pressing a hand to the tiny bump of her abdomen, the other running up from her ass to the cradle back of her neck. "Boy or girl," he asked.

It was a question she'd pondered for hours and hours over the last few weeks. Who would this little life be?

"Girl," she finally said, leaning up to kiss him. "You've got 'girl dad' in your DNA."

Christopher laughed, the smile covering his entire face, and Camila couldn't help but be smitten. "Why would you wish that on me? A lifetime of ass beatings and threats."

"Come on, I'm getting wrinkly."

Camila stepped out of the shower on shaky legs, Christopher right behind. She slipped into a robe on the hook on the wall and brushed her fingers through her hair, looking herself over in the mirror. He came to stand behind her, a towel tied around his waist.

He watched her as she pulled bottles from the cabinets—facial serum and moisturizers she'd stocked here when they were together. It warmed her heart to find them right where she left them, completely untouched like he knew she would be back.

"So, a girl, huh?" he asked, and she met his gaze in the mirror.

"I hope so."

He smiled, but shook his head. "I guess I should start prayin' now. I got a lot of bad karma just waitin' to rain down on my head."

"Hey, it's going to be okay either way."

He took a step forward and hugged her from behind, squeezing her tight and pressing a kiss to her temple. "Yeah, we will."

Finally, while she was putting lotion on her legs, he walked out of the bathroom, leaving her to finish getting ready for bed in a peaceful silence. By the time she was finished, Christopher had changed into sweats and pulled down the covers on the bed. He was putting on deodorant when she came back in.

"Get in bed, mama," he said, turning out the lights, leaving them in near darkness except for the city lights shining in through the enormous windows.

Camila thought the way he demanded nearly everything in life would get under her skin and drive them apart, but after the last few weeks of work without him around, she relished the way she could turn her mind off. It made her feel cozy and warm inside.

She slid between the sheets on her side of the bed, and he followed after adjusting the thermostat and closing the door. They laid beside each other for a while without speaking until he broke the silence.

"See, tucked in before midnight," he said, and she could hear the smirk without even seeing his face.

"I do believe I said coming home with you was a bad idea, though, and I was right."

He laughed. "My intentions were pure, I promise. You were the poor influence."

She reached out and swatted at his chest. Christopher snatched her up by the wrist and dragged her into his chest. She wound her arms around his waist and pressed a kiss to one of the scars on his chest—the bullet wound that'd pierced through to his lung. The one that nearly killed him.

"I want you to fire her," Camila said softly.

"What?"

She sat up a little so she could see his face. "Beth. She almost killed you once. She should never get the chance to try again."

The wheels turned inside his head, she could see it as he held her gaze. "You gonna stick around this time?"

"I'm here aren't I?"

"You gonna keep me a secret?" One of his eyebrows cocked curiously. "I give a little, you give a little, sweetheart." He brushed a finger over her bottom lip.

"No, you won't be a secret."

Christopher kissed her softly. "Good."

[vampira-carmilla]

"The fallen angel" by Roberto Ferri.

[topknot32]

Girl Dad (1/2)

Rio/OFC

summary- Rio sees his pregnant ex-girlfriend out one night not long after their breakup. He seizes the opportunity, and tries to persuade her to let him be in his kid's life, and hers, too.

warnings- none for part one. 18+ for part two.

word count- 3.3K

Rio watched her from his corner table. It was dark enough in the bar that she couldn't see him, or at least she hadn't let it be known she'd seen him if so. He sipped his drink—scotch, neat. The associate he'd been speaking with, his reason for being there, had only left a few short minutes ago, leaving Rio alone in the booth. Alone to contemplate his next move.

Running into her wasn't in the cards for him tonight. In fact, he didn't think he'd see her again unless it were by his own design, but here she was sitting at the bar talking to a well dressed man wearing a Gucci suit and a fake ass smile pointed at one thing—Rio's girl.

But she wasn't anymore. Hadn't been for weeks, and even then, could what they had really be considered anything tangible? Not according to her, or so she said. So, he sipped on his alcohol and brooded, staring daggers at Gucci Suit who stared lust filled hearts at her.

When she stood up to use the restroom, Rio took the opportunity to really look at her. She was wearing tight jeans and a grey sweatshirt, an old one she'd cut off so he could see a strip of her stomach when she moved. Her hair was pulled up in one of those messy styles she wore when she didn't plan on leaving the house, so Rio wondered what she was doing here. She wasn't dressed for a night out.

The closer she got, the better view he had. His gaze flickered down. She wasn't showing, and not being an expert in pregnant women, didn't know if she should be. Maybe she got rid of it, or lost it for some unknown reason. When the left side of his chest tightened, he cleared his throat in surprise at the foreign emotion.

She passed him by without so much as a glance into his dark corner, and he was convinced she had no clue he was here. That he was watching her from the shadows. No, she'd say hello at the very least. They didn't hate each other, didn't end on bad terms from what he understood. He could follow her, confront her in the privacy of the bar bathroom, but he didn't know enough yet. He wanted to watch a little longer, to get all the information.

It wasn't that he wanted another kid. There'd never been a moment in Rio's life when he thought it was the right choice, but after the seed was planted in his brain, he couldn't let it go. But she didn't want him, didn't love him like that, and even if she had, she wouldn't stay. Couldn't. She said so herself.

A few minutes later, she came back out, and Rio noted the look on her face. It wasn't sad, but it wasn't happy either. The closer she got to her seat at the bar, the more the mask fell into place. She smiled at Gucci Suit, who pulled the chair out for her as she sat back down.

Was it a date? She wasn't dressed for a date. Rio was an expert on that. The few times they'd gone out together, she'd been put together from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Heels, expensive dress, hair and makeup done. This version of her was not out to meet men, and that made Rio want to smile. Gucci Suit was wasting his time, but she would entertain him with charm because she was kind. His girl was as sweet as candy.

There was something primal in the way he felt about the woman at the bar. He liked her before, of course, but knowing she was having his kid dialed all his feelings to eleven. He felt like a caveman, capable of inciting violence at the drop of a hat to say, 'mine.' But Rio kept calm on the outside. Always calm.

His drink was empty by the time he felt ready to move on the pair of them. Rio slid out of his booth, took a breath, and headed over to where she sat. She sat sideways in her seat, one leg crossed over the other, an elbow resting on the bar where nothing more than a glass of water sat. Rio could assume one thing from that—she was still pregnant. His girl loved rosé, and she loved a good buzz. She wouldn't be having just water if she could help it.

Rio slid in between her seat and the empty one to her right. "Hey, mama," he said, masking his own emotions, putting on his own mask.

She turned to look at him over her shoulder, causing Gucci Suit to look up as well. Rio smiled at him, an arrogant smile because he knew she wasn't interested.

"Christopher, hey,"

She wasn't put off to see him standing there. Rio gauged her face, the movement of her eyebrows. He'd always been good with body language, with the unspoken words everyone inevitably gave away without a conscious thought. It usually gave him the upper hand. She leaned his way some, turning in her seat to look at him. And she smiled, a real smile.

"You good?"

"Yeah, what about you?"

"I'm alright. Who's this?" Rio asked, pointing at Gucci Suit without acknowledging him in the slightest, his full attention on his girl. On Camila.

"Uh, this is James," she said, gesturing toward him. "We just met."

"Well, James, it's really great to meet you."

It was sarcasm, Camila knew it, but Gucci Suit didn't, and that made Rio happy.

James extended a hand to shake. "You're a friend of Camila's?"

Rio just looked at his hand, then back to his face without returning the gesture. "You could say that."

"Don't be an asshole, Christopher," Camila whispered, her smile turning into a frown. She knew him well enough.

"Why, you like him?"

Her face started to turn red. In anger or embarrassment, he didn't know, but he liked having any kind of effect on her at all. It'd been too long since he'd had the privilege.

"I'm sorry, are you two involved?" James asked, pointing from her to Rio.

"Well, James, she's pregnant with my kid, if you must know."

"Christopher," Camila snapped. "I'm sorry about him," she said to James who, to Rio's satisfaction, looked suddenly uncomfortable.

She turned to him fully, no longer happy to see him. "What are you doing?"

There was no doubt about her feelings now. She was angry without question.

"I might ask you the same thing."

"What I do is none of your business."

Yep, definitely anger.

"Oh, it's not?" he asked. "I disagree."

Camila pursed her lips before turning to James who looked like he was about to flee at any moment.

"Please, excuse us," she said, standing, pushing Rio back by the shoulders.

A part of him wanted to smile, to taunt her, but he kept himself in line. His arrogance would only upset her further, and he wanted to make peace.

"Seriously, Christopher, what are you doing?" she asked once they were away from the bar where they could speak somewhat privately.

But all Rio could think about was the way she said his name, one of the few people in his life who felt comfortable calling him by it. His eyes roamed her face, her lips coated in candy pink lip gloss. It was the only makeup she wore from what he could tell. She looked good.

"I just wanted to say hi to my baby mama," he said.

Camila rolled her eyes. "That's not who I am."

Rio tilted his head to the side, curious. "No?"

"No."

"I'm sorry, how is it not?"

"We were barely together," she explained, her voice lowered. It hurt him more than he thought it would. "I don't even know what I'm doing."

"Don't I get a say?"

"I didn't know you wanted one."

Rio rarely found himself at a loss for words, but at that comment, he was. Had he not made his intentions clear? From his perspective he had, but she'd also made hers crystal. They were from different worlds, so they would never work out.

"'Course I do."

Rio stepped closer, reaching out a hand and brushing his knuckles against her cheek. She was wearing flat shoes, making her several inches shorter at her normal height. In heels, she matched his frame, but not today. She looked up at him with those dark brown doe eyes he couldn't seem to resist, the anger fading.

"I told you it was over," she whispered.

"You did, but see, you didn't let me say my piece."

"Your piece doesn't matter. I'm sorry, but you made it very clear you weren't willing to change your lifestyle. I can't have a baby with a gangster."

"But you are."

Camila raised a hand, pushing him back a little, her shoulders dropping. "Please, Christopher. Just stop."

"No, mama, you need to listen." He tried stepping closer, to finish bridging the gap between them because she'd always been swayed before, but she backed up and away from him.

"This has nothing to do with you."

"Oh, I'm sorry, are you Mother Mary come again? Immaculate conception and all that?"

Camila's eyes narrowed, but she said nothing. Rio couldn't hear the people in the bar anymore, the conversations, the clinking of drink ware, and the music. He was running low on patience. He didn't like not getting his way.

"See, you think just because you tell me I'm not involved means I'm not, means I'm just gonna bow out and do as I'm told like a good little boy." He paused. "It doesn't work like that, Camila."

"Because everyone does exactly what you want, right?"

He tucked his hands into his pockets and held her gaze.

"You don't control me, you never have. We were barely anything, just a few nights of fun, sure, but it's over."

"You're being childish," he said.

Her lips parted, opening and closing around unspoken words until finally she said, "Are you serious?"

"You didn't get your way, and so you threw a fit and walked out just like a child would. But you're right, Camila, know why? We were barely anything like you said, so no, I wasn't going to change my entire life to make you happy. None of that means you get to behave like this when I am involved, like it or not."

He was the angry one now. She asked too much of him when it was her that kept him hidden. Rio had been the skeleton in her closet, the dirty secret she couldn't share with her friends, always keeping him at arms length.

"I'm leaving," Camila said, turning to go, but Rio snatched her up by the upper arm, stopping her right in her tracks. "Let go."

"We're not done. You didn't answer me. What are you doing here? You can't drink."

She struggled against his hold for a second, but settled when he held firm. "Let go of my arm and I'll tell you."

She stared up at him defiantly, brown eyes narrowed. They were close together, her lips just a few inches away. He could smell her vanilla perfume, the subtle scent bringing memories to the surface of their time together. Rio let go before he lost his head, and Camila made space between them.

"I was just meeting a friend for dinner. We weren't staying here."

"A friend."

Camila straightened her back and nodded. "Yeah, a friend. That's when that James guy saw me sitting by myself and sat down."

"What kind of friend, Camila?"

She arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "A really good one."

She was playing with him, being intentionally ambiguous, and Rio started to wonder what he'd done to deserve that. To be taunted when she knew what it did to him.

Rio reached out again, ran a hand down her arm and took one of hers in his, looking down at it. "You givin' your love to somebody else?" he asked, dragging her close again.

When he looked back up at her face, she was glancing left and right, making sure no familiar faces were locked in on their interaction. Rio wanted to laugh. Always a secret.

"Answer me."

Finally, she conceded. "No, Christopher. It wasn't that kind of friend. It was a girl from work."

He felt relief. If she'd told him she came here to meet a date, he wasn't sure what he would've done, but it wouldn't have been good. "You hungry? Since they didn't show and all."

"Why?"

Rio smiled. "'Cause I'm gonna feed you, why else?"

Then, she took him by surprise. Camila glanced down at where he held her stiff, resistant hand, and she softened, lacing her fingers through his, shoulders dropping further.

"You tired?" he asked, and when she looked back up, the defiance was gone.

Camila nodded. "Yeah, I'm tired." She squeezed his hand gently. "And I'm starving."

She started to smile, a little one just for him, and Rio dropped her hand, draping his arm around her neck instead. "Come on, let me take care of you."

They walked out of the crowded bar together, and for once she didn't seem all that worried about anyone seeing her with him. Before, they only went out on his side of town where she wouldn't run into people she worked with or her friends. She was a nurse, and knew a lot of people. If they found out she was with a guy like him, they'd judge her, or so she said.

Rio guided her down the street to the restaurant on the corner, and the hostess got them a table with a booth. They sat across from one another, and Rio could tell she was nervous. She didn't say much, just stared at the menu without reading a thing while he watched her.

"I can feel you staring at me," Camila said without looking up.

"What, I can't admire you?"

He saw the corner of her lips twitch, but she held the smile back. She looked up, pinning him with her eyes.

"You always know what to say. Always the smooth talker, answering questions with questions to avoid having a real conversation."

That gave Rio pause. "That's what you think?"

"It's what I know."

The waitress interrupted them, coming over with a sunshine smile and a notepad ready to take their order. Rio gestured for Camila to go first.

"I'll just have the Mediterranean chicken salad, please."

"And for you?"

Rio shook his head. "Nothing for me, thanks."

She left them alone. Rio rested his elbows on the table, his chin on the heel of his hand. "You look beautiful, by the way."

Camila blushed, but shook her head. "Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Try to flatter me."

"Is it working? he asked, grinning.

"It would've before."

"Before what?"

Camila held his gaze, all humor and joy fading. "Before I saw you with her."

Rio was at a loss for words for a second, trying to rack his brain. He didn't know what she was talking about, and he didn't like being at a disadvantage.

"Your ex," she said, breaking eye contact.

Rio wanted to say something charming, to draw her back into him where he was her only focus. It was a feeling he had all the time around her—the need to consume, and be consumed.

"I don't know what you mean," he finally admitted.

"Beth, Christopher. I saw you with Beth. You told me it was over with her, but that wasn't true, was it?"

Rio's mask fell for the slightest second. "Tell me what you saw."

"You with her at Warren's. Being all sweet and loving, filling her head with the same bullshit as me, I'm sure."

Realization spread across Rio's face. He needed Beth to do a job that day, but she was on her typical bullshit, wanting more than she earned. He had to break out the big guns to get her back in line. It worked, but he never intended for Camila to know. Not because he wanted back in bed with Beth, but because he knew how it looked.

"You were at Warren's."

"Yeah, having drinks with my coworkers. It was before I knew I was pregnant."

Rio leaned back in the booth, crossing his arms over his chest. "So, all this, you cutting me off, ignoring my calls, telling me I don't get a say, that was all because you saw me with Beth."

"Let's not forget your choice of career, but yes. That was the last straw."

Rio cleared his throat and ran a hand over his face, his eyes closing. He'd lost his girl to a misunderstanding. "That wasn't what it looked like," he said finally, but even he knew how that sounded.

"She shot you. You could've died, but when she flashes those pretty blue eyes your way, you're right back in it." Camila just stared at him, her expression unreadable.

"I don't want Beth. I didn't fuck Beth. That all ended before I even met you. She just–" he stopped. "She only listens to one language, okay? Hers. A part of that is thinking she has power over me, but she doesn't. I use that to my advantage from time to time."

"You lead her on and take advantage of her."

Rio was getting angry. "No, Camila. She's a big girl, alright? She doesn't need you worryin' about her business."

Camila shook her head. "Whatever."

Rio was losing her. He didn't know how to explain what he was thinking, how he felt.

"What are you gonna do with the baby?"

"I said I didn't know."

He leaned forward again and tried to take her hand, but she pulled it off the table. "Let me help you."

"How're you going to do that?"

"I'll take care of you. Pay for shit, go with you to the doctor, whatever."

She stared at him long and hard, then, but instead of saying anything, her eyes glistened with tears. She looked away before they fell, but Rio felt that same tug in his chest.

"Hey, don't do that." He stood up and came around to her side.

Camila scooted over without much resistant, and he slid in beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. She tucked into his side like it was the most natural thing in the world. She raised an arm to rest across his waist, slipping it just beneath the hem of his sweatshirt. Rio closed his eyes for a second, relishing the feeling of her skin on his.

Rio kissed the top of her head. "There's nothin' to cry about, mama. I've got you."

Rio knew what he needed to say, what his pride usually prevented from coming out of his mouth. She needed to hear it, but the words stuck in his throat until he felt her softly trembling shoulders beneath his hands.

"I'm sorry," he whispered against the top of her head, meaning it for probably the first time in his life. He hadn't meant to hurt her, but the proof was right here. He had. Because of what he'd done, she'd been alone. "I'm sorry, Camila."

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Long Day (1/1)

Coco Cruz/OFC

summary- coco comes home to his girlfriend after a long day with the mayans. 

warnings- none. soft coco, all fluff and a little teasing.

word count- 1.1K

It'd been a long day, and Coco was beat. After pulling up to the curb and shutting off his bike, he took a long deep breath before pulling out his pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his cut. Once it was lit, he let his weight rest heavy on the seat of his bike, and he took a few quiet moments to do nothing but enjoy the hand rolled tobacco.

He glanced up at the apartment building. Most of the windows were dark since it was nearing three in the morning, but four floors up and six to the right, the window was illuminated by the soft light of a reading lamp. He smiled to himself and shook his head. Was she waiting up for him or could she just not fall asleep?

Coco pulled out his cellphone next and dialed her number. She hated talking on the phone, but he was old fashioned when it came to communication. After a few rings, she answered with a soft and sleepy hello. She'd been asleep, and Coco felt a tinge of guilt.

"Hey, baby girl. Did I wake you?" he asked.

"Mhm, I must've fallen asleep on the couch."

Coco looked back up at the light in the window. "I'm sorry. I'm downstairs. I was just having a smoke real quick."

"The doors unlocked," she whispered softly, and he heard the rustling of blankets in the background. "You didn't have to call."

Coco rolled his eyes. "I told you to stop doin' that. Anybody could just walk in."

"You worry too much. I survived twenty-five years without you. I think I'll be okay."

"Hush," he said, tossing the cigarette butt to the ground.

"I'm hanging up now. Get up here."

Coco laughed when the line clicked, and being the gentleman that he was, he obliged. He took the elevator up, and when he got to her floor, he found the front door was indeed unlocked to anyone who wanted to come through. She did it for him so he could come in whenever he got done with the club, but it drove him crazy. She grew up in a comfortable neighborhood with decent neighbors. He didn't. He knew the dangers that came with an unlocked door.

Inside, he found that she'd flipped off the lamp, and it was completely dark in the apartment. She was no longer on the couch, but the pile of blankets were still strewn out on the side she must've been curled up on.

Coco kicked off his boots and pulled off his cut. There was a coatrack beside the door, and he draped the leather over one of the hooks before making his way down the hallway by memory alone as his eyes adjusted. He found Gabriela already in bed, but with the moon as his guide, he could see that her eyes were open. When he came in, she held out and hand to him and he eagerly closed the distance.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips, and he could feel her smile against him. "Hi, baby," he whispered.

"Hey."

Coco stood back up. "I'm gonna shower. I smell worse than yesterday, and that's sayin' something."

Gabriela laughed and shoved him away. "Don't come near my clean sheets then."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

Twenty minutes later, Coco came back out in a pair of clean boxers to find Gabriela out of bed standing in front of the mirror. He could see now that she was wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top, so much of her golden skin on show. She was braiding her long hair into a single plait, her fingers working nimbly. The moon was shining in bright enough so she didn't need a light.

He came up behind her and slid his arms around her waist, pressing his face into the crook of her neck, leaving soft kisses at her collarbone. Goosebumps rippled up and down her arm, making him smile. When she didn't turn her attention to him, his hands wandered, and she giggled, pressing back against him.

"You're distracting me," she whispered, turning her head to look up at him.

"Not enough." He stole a kiss. She tasted like the mint toothpaste they shared

Gabriela pulled away and nudged him back toward the bed. Coco did as she wanted and got in on his side. Instead of walking around to hers, she climbed over him, and Coco tried his hardest to hold her hips in place as she straddled his waist, but she gave him a few playful swats before rolling onto the mattress.

"You're not the only one whose had a long day," she said, sitting up to kiss him once more with one hand planted against the naked skin of his chest.

Coco took her by the back of her neck and held her there. There was nothing like coming home to his girl after a day like today. He'd avoided relationships for so much of his life, but now that he had a steady one with a woman way out of his league, he felt like he'd been a fool to wait so long.

The kiss deepened, and he used his other hand to drag her closer until she was laying over him, and she allowed it. He knew she had to be up early, and he felt guilty for keeping her up, but he could also be a selfish bastard. His lips moved down her neck to the place that made her weak. He nipped at the sensitive skin with his teeth

"Johnny," she said breathlessly as she pulled back. He loved it when she used his real name, and she knew it. 

"Hmm?"

"I have to be up in four hours."

Coco pressed his nose against the side of her face and groaned. "I know, I'm sorry."

Gabriela brushed her finger along his bottom lip. "So am I." Her hand moved further down his body to the band of his boxers, but he snatched her up at the wrist. She laughed again and rolled back over onto her back.

"Don't you fuckin' tease me," he said while pulling the sheet up over the both of them. "It's mean. Now go to sleep."

While she found his suffering amusing, Coco just shook his head, but he couldn't stop from smiling. For the first time in his life, he had something good to hold on to. Something that had nothing to do with the club. And he was happy.

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Stubborn Man (2/2)

Creeper Vargas/OFC

summary- while on the road for a charity gig, creeper's girlfriend finds herself in need of pain relief after an old back injury flares up at a motel

warning- 18+. smut below the cut

word count- 2.2K

The longer she laid there waiting for Neron, the sleepier she became. It was nearing two in the morning, and after spending most of the day busy, she was ready to pass out. The little light of desire in the pit of her stomach kept her up, kept her waiting. No matter how heavy her limbs felt with oxy and exhaustion, she was still hot with need for the man she loved, who'd left her unsatisfied almost an hour ago.

Bella's phone sat on the nightstand, and she raised a brow, an idea coming to mind. She picked up the cell and flipped through the messages in Neron's thread, a smirk spreading across her face, butterflies taking flight in her stomach.

"Come back," she typed out quickly, hitting send, adding a "please" a second after. The oxy in her system made her feel brave. It didn't take long for the phone to vibrate with a reply, and her smile grew wider.

"Be patient, baby. I'm coming, I promise."

"Now. Or I'll finish what we started myself." She bit her bottom lip, watching the dots pop up signaling he was typing. Whatever Bishop needed him for, it must not be too serious.

"You better not."

She shoved the sheet down off of her body before slipping her free hand down her stomach between her legs where the ache would not relent. She positioned the phone with the camera on, her legs shifting while snapping a quick three second video, making sure everything he'd want to see was hidden underneath her hand. She hit send, her stomach turning nervously. It took a few moments longer than before to get a response.

"You trying to get me hard in front of a bunch of guys?"

She let out a frustrated huff, ignoring the response. What she wanted was for him to rush back, to tell her he was on his way, but that's not what she got. She tossed the phone down in the other side of the bed and hopped up, her back feeling a million times better. Her jeans shorts were draped over the chair in the corner, and she pulled them on, searching out Neron's t-shirt she'd been wearing earlier. She slipped on a pair of sandals before swinging the door open, heading out into the chaos of the night. If Neron didn't want to keep her entertained, she'd go out and find something to keep her busy on her own.

It was much noisier outside the room, and a smile pulled at her lips at the sight of all the different clubs getting along. Just with one quick look, she saw patches from Colorado, Texas, even Utah. Bella didn't see any Mayans at first glance, so she wandered along the row of rooms in search of familiar faces.

"Well, hello there," a voice said from her left, and Bella turned to see a man dressed in all black with no identifying colors. She faced him, raising a brow as he stepped closer. "What a surprise you are."

She could smell the liquor on his breath, and in his hand he held a half drank beer bottle. The smell made her want to gag.

"What's your name," he slurred, the bottle of beer almost slipping from his hands..

"Bella," she said with a roll of her eyes.

He stepped closer, and she crossed her arms over her chest, finding him amusing. "Well, Bella, where you headed?"

"To find my old man," she said, and he furrowed his brows.

"Oh, come on, you don't have to lie. I don't bite."

Bella glanced over the stranger's shoulder, catching a glimpse of Coco talking with the biker from Colorado. Further back, she spotted the familiar silhouette of Neron talking with Bishop. Even from where she stood, she saw Coco's brows pinch together and he stood from his seat on a fold out lawn chair. Coco turned to grab Neron by the shoulder.

"You a hang around?" she asked the man.

"Almost a prospect."

Bella nodded, not believing a word of it. She stepped to pass around him. "Then you should know better than to approach an old lady without her man's permission." When she looked back up, Neron and Coco were on their way over.

"Someone's got some balls," Neron called out with a grin on his face. "Back off, friend." He grabbed the stranger's arm and dragged him back. The beer bottle dropped to the pavement and shattered. "Didn't anyone teach you any fuckin' manners?"

Bella moved away a little to keep from getting in the middle, but she admired Neron and the way he always came to her rescue. He glanced her way with an exasperated expression before turning back to the drunk.

The Mayans were old school when it came to family and friends that weren't club members, and the laws were nonnegotiable. It was purely a form of respect to introduce yourself to one of the guys before approaching their guest, woman or otherwise, it didn't matter. Someone who wasn't even a prospect or a patched member had no rights in their eyes. They were here by choice, and had to respect the MC's rules regardless of their own personal wants or needs. Bella could feel the desire building all over again watching Neron defend her honor.

"Hey, I was just having a conversation," the drunk said with his hands up in defense.

"Not with my girl, you're not." Neron shoved him in the chest, Coco at his side waiting for something to pop off that Neron might need help with. "You want to talk, you can talk to me. How's that sound?"

"I don't have shit to say to you." He spun around to walk away, and Neron let him, obviously not sensing a threat.

He turned to Bella and shook his head. He stepped closer to her as Coco headed back over to his seat, and kissed the side of her face, one arm winding around her waist. "I thought you were in bed thinking about me," he whispered in her ear. "Now I find you out here gettin' yourself into trouble. What am I going to do with you?"

"Hopefully you finish what you started," Bella whispered back, his fingers sliding up the shirt she'd thrown on. "I love it when you're like this." She nipped at the skin of his neck while slipping one hand into his cut.

He pushed her backward to the wall, pressing her against it. "Like what?"

Bella ran her other hand discretely down his front to cup him through his jeans. Neron exhaled heavily, pressing his forehead to the side of her face. He looked back up, checking to see if any of the guys were looking their way.

"I'm going to tell them we're going to bed." He motioned at Bishop, but she held him against her.

"No. They've had you long enough."

His eyes snapped to hers, and that smirk she loved so much began to form. She pressed her lips to his and ran her fingers along the waistband of his jeans. If anyone was watching, Bella didn't care. She had a need that nothing else could cure.

"I want you now," she whispered in his ear, running her tongue over the shell. "Right now."

"Jesus Christ, you're gonna be the death of me." He kissed her then, hard and needy, his knee sliding between her legs to press against her center. "You fuckin' win." Neron pulled back just enough to whisper the words against her lips.

Bella didn't give him a second to change his mind, and she took his hand, dragging him back toward their room. Once they were behind closed doors, she turned to look at him while slipping the shirt over her head. Neron's gaze was filled with hunger as he watched, but he didn't advance. Bella stripped slowly, putting on a show, and when she was completely naked, she made her way over to where he stood. Her hands slid inside his cut, pulling it off and draping it over the chair.

Bella pressed against his shoulders, pushing him back toward the bed as his hands wandered up her body, to her ribcage where he cupped her ample breasts in his hands, squeezing the tender flesh. His eyes stayed locked there, and she could feel her body heating. She kept backing him up, and when his legs hit the mattress, he grinned. She pushed him down to sit, and he did as she instructed without argument. The look on his face made it seem like he found it amusing—her taking control.

Neron leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the place just beside her bellybutton, his teeth nipping at the skin. She shivered, running her hands along his shoulders, up his neck and over his head where his hair had started to grow out, thick and black. He latched onto her waist and dragged her closer, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard, earning a breathless moan from her. He refused to let her escape, locking an arm around her waist. With the other, he deftly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling his already hard cock out. "You wanted it so bad," he said into her ear, sending a shock straight between her legs. "So take it."

His grip on her loosened. Bella didn't need to be told twice. She straddled his waist, taking his cock in her hand and guiding it to her entrance. Neron watched her with dark eyes, his gaze dropping to the place where their bodies connected when she took him deep. They both moaned, and Bella wasn't sure she'd ever felt such relief to have him inside her.

"Neron," she breathed, rocking her hips back and forth slowly, eyes fluttering closed. He kissed her everywhere—lips, forehead, jaw, collarbones, and he encouraged her with filthy whispered words in her ear.

Neron held her tight, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck, hands running up her back to hold her by the back of her neck. His teeth found every inch of skin he could, the sensation setting her on fire as she rode him. She settled into a slow grind, his cock hitting all of the right spots.

It didn't take long for Neron to run out of patience with not being in control, and he slipped his arms under her legs and stood, taking her with him. She wrapped her arms around his neck to keep from falling. It wasn't like Neron to sit back and take it. He liked to be in control, liked to feel her under him. He was careful not to hurt her when laying her down on the mattress, and he wasted no time covering her body with his, sinking deep inside her again. Bella cried out, fisting the sheets in her grip again as he fucked her, holding one of her legs up around his waist. His pace was quick and forceful, both of them desperate for each other.

Bella moaned his name like a prayer, and when Neron noted how close she was, he slowed his hips, using forced instead of speed to get her higher. She ran her hands up the smooth planes of his back and dug her nails into his shoulders, her legs trembling as she neared her climax. She was close, so close, and she knew it wouldn't take much to push her over the edge. She slid a hand down her body, using her first two fingers to work circles around her clit. Neron watched, his breaths coming quicker, sharper.

The ball of pleasure snapped, and Bella's eyes closed, her vision going white for a few seconds. Neron groaned, burying his face in her neck as he came, too, his hips stuttering as the pleasure overcame him.

Bella wound her arms around his shoulders, her thighs still cradling his hips. She rubbed his back softly, both of them silent as they came down from their highs. The weight of his body on hers was a comfort, and she secretly hoped he wouldn't move, that the two of them could just fall asleep like this. Her fingers danced across his skin, up the back of his neck and over the fresh growth of hair on his head. Neron shivered, and a sigh left his lips.

"I feel much better," Bella whispered, a sleepy smile working it's way onto her lips.

Neron pulled back and stole a kiss before rolling over onto the other side of the bed, his hands crossing behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling. She turned on her side to look at him, running one hand over his abdomen to rest on his chest, her fingers tracing the ink there.

Neron's eyes flickered down to watch her movements. One of his hands reached down to take hers, and he laced their fingers together before pulling them up to press a soft kiss to the back of her hand.

"I love you." His voice was soft in the quiet room, and she gazed over at him with nothing but love on her face. "I'm happy you came with us, even though it hurt you to do it." Neron finally turned his head to look her in the eyes.

"I'd do it all over again." She leaned up on her elbow and claimed his lips, her hair falling like a curtain around them before she rested her head on his chest to get some much needed sleep before the trip home in the morning.