Completion Chapter 224

Brack’s presence shook up. I had no doubt he did it on purpose. Unfortunately, he also activated my libido. The man was a sex rocket to an orgasm and I wanted a hot ride. Just the brief glance and my panties grew wet.

I took a cold shower at the club while my bodyguards waited outside the won’s lounge. I had no plans to allow Ty to trap in the shower at my apartnt when he decided to pay a visit.

After I dried off, I swirled my wet hair around my finger and snapped it up in a clip. My muscles ached, but this was the best kind of pain. Okay, maybe not. Brack’s pain was more delicious, the jerk. Why had he co here?

One of the new bodyguards drove to an upscale clothing store so I could find an outfit to match the plans I had for tonight. Friendless, I planned to crash my favorite nightclub. I needed sothing slinky and daring. I took my ti perusing the racks until I found the perfect black glitz dress. I’d wear a skin-tone thong to give the added illusion of being bare underneath. Next stop- my hair stylist. I needed a trim and Petra was the only person capable of doing sothing with the inch-long frizz left over from my collision with the van. If she failed, I’d cut it all off, dye the top purple, and freak out my dad. I’d called ahead and made an appointnt for Petra’s business partner to tackle my nails, too. In order to give my ultimate plan a chance, wild and free Olivia needed to be back in action.

No luck with dyeing my hair. Petra worked wonders with what I had. I’d save the purple for another day. My nails were now presentable and I was ready for my late night adventure. I picked up sushi for dinner and headed back to my apartnt. After a short conversation with my father, I ate and clicked on the news. Within minutes, I clicked it off. I couldn’t watch the injustice that had children dying in house fires, drunk drivers killing innocents, and two murders in the city last night. Thoughts of the future swirled through my head. They weren’t thoughts of tennis.

Was I doing the right thing? Was I crazy?

I practiced breathing techniques to control my nerves. I could do this. Brack and his team had given the skills. My athletic build and ability gave a chance. I walked around my apartnt assuring myself it was safe. This would be my daily ritual until creepo ca after .

Single and dressed to the nines, I had no trouble getting into Club Ozz. I gave a head nod to a few people I recognized while making my way to the bar. It was unlike to drink alcohol when training, but I needed liquid courage. I ordered a shot of tequila and downed it. I wasn’t leaving a drink behind while I danced.

The alcohol instantly went to my head. I ordered another and tossed it back. Maybe I needed to drink more often. The music changed to a faster beat as I made my way to the dance floor. My hips swayed long before I found my spot. I loved dancing in wild club jungles and getting lost in the crowd. I loved the sll of sweaty dancers, sex, and alcohol. I moved my body unintentionally brushing against other dancers in the tight quarters.

I wanted my life back!

Strong hands on my ass brought out of my self-pitying thoughts.

"Whoa," Brack’s deep voice stopped before I could smash his instep with a four-inch heel.

I glanced over my shoulder and gave him a once-over. No aviators, black linen pants, and a tucked white dress shirt. The man cleaned up nice and caused my breath to catch. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I ground out when I could finally breathe and speak.

"Dancing with you," he whispered in my ear. Before I could do more than gasp, he spun around so we faced each other. His knee moved between my legs as his hands grasped my hips. I’m not sure what surprised more- Brack’s clothing or his moves on a dance floor.

"Humor , baby, and show what you’ve got," he said over the music.

I had hips and thighs built for tennis. And dancing. "Keep up with , pretty boy."

His eyes flared. I had no idea if it was passion for dancing or for . I’d give him a lot of both. Hell, we might be thrown out; I laughed at the thought. I ground my pelvis into his leg as I unbuttoned two more buttons on his shirt. I needed flesh under my hands and the wild side of planned to take what I wanted.

Not only could Brack keep up with , he led with dominant finesse. Rarely did a man truly know how to lead. Brack did it expertly. The beat changed again and this ti it was sultry, which suited my purpose. The man knew his dirty dancing moves, too. His undulating hips had my mouth watering and barely there panties dripping. The slide of his pants over my sensitive skin left undone. And, I knew so little about him. Marine, cop, bodyguard- what made him tick? I wanted all the answers even though he ruined my plans to take out a killer without him in the picture. I knew he had a thick skull and wouldn’t walk away easily. He’d proved right.

His fingers slipped along the edges of my pussy and I stopped thinking about everything but the man holding , handling , nearly fucking in public. I didn’t care. Sweat dampened my skin. Brack twirled around so my ass rode his leg. He grasped my upper thighs, slipping his hands beneath my short dress and used his thumbs to rub into a red hot ss of shaless need. I moved my arms up and threaded my fingers through my hair, fluffing it off my neck. Then, I put my hands to Brack’s neck and pulled him down. He bit my ear as he slipped a single finger inside . He shifted my body and ground his cock against my ass. I felt as if crack mainlined straight to my pussy. His cock was an addictive drug.

"Co on," he said as he twirled once more. He grabbed my hand and led off the floor. He bypassed the tables and went down the hallway toward the restrooms. He didn’t stop at the long line of won, just took straight to the n’s room.

"Get the fuck out," he said to two n at the urinals.

"Lucky girl," I heard from the hallway. And, "I think that’s Olivia Stradmore, the tennis player."

Brack slamd the door and locked it. The next thing I knew my back was to the sa door with my legs wrapped around his hips. He ripped my thong away and struggled for a mont with his zipper before entering . I was so fucking wet there was no resistance. He watched with insanely intense eyes and fucked hard, just the way I liked it. I gave no thought to the comnts from the hallway or my missing bodyguards. The door and my legs anchored to Brack’s body leaving our hands free. I grabbed his pecs and dug my fingernails in. My only thought was Brack’s cock driving into his fingers rubbing my clit. The sounds he made as he fucked . The feel of his flesh beneath my nails. The overwhelming need to possess him like he possessed .

I was so close I could taste it. And that’s when he stopped. I hadn’t realized I closed my eyes. With the lack of stimulation from his cock, they flew open. His flushed face only accented his spectacular eyes. It wasn’t that sexy gaze I wanted, though.

"I’m going ho with you tonight," he ground out.

What the hell?

"Say it, Olly, or your bare ass will hit this dirty floor."

Well damn. "You’re going ho with , you crazy asshole. Now fuck ."

He did. His cock gave the ride of my life. I tore the rest of the buttons from his shirt and left scratches down his chest and back. This crazy fucker took in a bathroom. A filthy, disgusting bathroom with the whole world knowing exactly what was happening in here. And I didn’t give a fuck. Actually, I loved it. I cried out when my orgasm crested. Finally, his lips clashed with mine. He took every last cry, moan, and sigh. Thirty seconds later, he ca. I returned the favor and swallowed his moans.

When our breath returned to normal, Brack lowered . There was no sense in checking the mirror or washing up with more than a wet scratchy paper towel wiped down my legs. I was well and truly fucked and refused to hide it. Everyone outside the door knew exactly what happened. Okay, it wasn’t the entire world out there. Didn’t matter if it was because I couldn’t care less.

Brack picked up my thong off the floor and stuffed it in his pocket. "You ready?" he asked and took my hand. I led the way.

Stupidly, I didn’t expect the cell phone caras going off when we walked out. Fuck, I was a fool. Brack took the lead shielding and walked us from the hallway. Our walk of sha, as I’m sure the tabloids would report.

My poor father.