Chapter Nine
Liv knew better than to underestimate Eric. It had been over two weeks since the Council dinner and so far Liv hadn't heard a peep from him, which was unseasonably out of character. Usually he hummed along beside her, hissing cruel words at her like a mosquito that wouldn't die. His absense was so dramatic that even the girls at the club had noted the lack of Eric. It was causing her to be constantly on edge, ready like an agile cat for when he pounced.
"When will you be back?" Liv asked Jordan with a sigh. He was heading out to Abnegation, a group of factionless had broken through the fencing and his team were to go and keep them at bay while the Stiff's fixed their fence. She didn't want him to leave; with Eric out of the picture Liv had been able to focus all her attention on getting to know Jordan and spend as much time with him as possible, the past weeks had been some of her best days.
"A few days, not long I promise," Jordan finished loading up the back of the armed truck and wrapped his tanned arms around Liv's small waist. "When I get back I'll take you out, somewhere nice."
It had crossed Liv's mind to ask to go with him when Jordan had told her about his trip a day earlier, but she had little desire to visit Abnegation they were too boring and dull, had it have been Amity or even Candor she might have asked. A few days wasn't too bad though, and with Eric no where to be seen it would more than likely fly by. "Be safe." Liv said as Jordan pulled the door of the truck shut next to him, leaning up through the rolled down window she placed a kiss to his lips and smiled when she felt him sigh.
"Now that is a good reason to stay safe," He replied with a grin. "I'll be back before you know it."
The engine roared to life and the truck slowly pulled out of the massive metal door, Jordan's arm waving goodbye from the window. Liv stood alone watching the truck get smaller as it got further away for a few moments before turning to head back into Dauntless, tonight was the Initiates War Games and she wanted to watch some of it before her shift started. There was always a buzz in the air when War Games came around, everyone was excited to see which team would come up on top and it would be the first time the Initiates got to use the zip line.
"Four, you excited for tonight?" With a few spare hours before the games and her shift, Liv had absently strolled into the training room in search of Four, she hadn't seen him in a while. When he turned to face her his face was more meloncholy than usual. "Did Eric kill one of the Initiate's or something?"
"Something like that."
The smile on Liv's face immediately dropped, she had been joking. "What?! Are they okay?"
"Yeah but he's called time on her. She's out."
It didn't escape Liv's notice that Four seemed oddly bothered by this one Initiate girl being given the boot, there was no doubt this was the Stiff he'd told her about after the Choosing Ceremony. "Want to get a drink before the games?" There was nothing else Liv could think of suggesting, once Eric had made his mind up there was no possible way to sway it and it seemed almost cruel to give Four any false hope that he might.
Four shook his head no. "I have to get everything ready for it, I'll see you after though. Promise." Wrapping his right hand to the back of Liv's head, he gently pulled forward giving her a kiss on the top of her head. "You can buy my drink when I beat Eric!"
"You say that every year and you never do." She teased.
"This year is different."
Liv stared at the bar in disgust. She was well into her shift now and with the excitement of the games, and Four's shocking victory with the Stiff the club was a heaving wave of bodies, and the fallout was lots of spilled drinks and general mess. There was little use in cleaning because anything Liv did manage to mop up would only be replaced by another spillage two seconds later, sometimes she really hated her job. It would be over soon though and that was the only thought getting Liv through the night; soon all these people would file out, alone or together, and she and the girls would be left to clear up the shit-storm they left behind.
"Hey!" Liv yelled at the Initiate she'd thrown the knives at. "You're not supposed to be in here, you know that!" The smug look on his face made Liv wish the knife she'd thrown at his groin had landed an inch higher. "Out!"
An arrogant laugh tumbled from the boys mouth, he'd clearly been drinking. "Don't think so, I'm here with Eric. So I'll be staying."
"Come with me!" Not giving the boy a choice, Liv grabbed hold of his wrist and dragged him through the tightly knit crowd to Eric's table. She was not playing babysitter to Initiate's and if Eric wanted to bring them with him he could sure as hell keep tabs on them. "Eric!" She yelled over the music, trying to ignore the little flip her stomach did. "I believe this is yours." Tugging on his wrist she pulled the boy forward and shoved him down into one of the empty chairs at the table. "I don't want to have to bring him back to you again."
Eric just stared at her in amusement, watching her get all wound up in nothing but a black mesh babydoll made his cock twitch. She had some balls for someone who slept with another man while she was on a date. "How's Jordan?"
Liv's throat suddenly went extremely dry and she swallowed to try and clear it; there it was, the moment she'd been waiting for now for weeks. It was going to cost her to keep him quiet, and the preditory look in his icy eyes told Liv it wasn't going to be easy. "He's good..." With a tight smile she absentmindedly smoothed her babydoll and made to leave, but Eric's voice stopped her in her tracks.
"Peter wants a dance."
Was he kidding? Liv hoped he was. "He's sixteen Eric! And even if that wasn't an issue, both booths are being us-"
Eric lifted his heavy booted foot and kicked one of the wooden chairs out to Liv, knocking her in the shins. "Do it here, Peter doesn't mind. Or are you defying your leader?"
Opening her mouth to argue Liv shut it realising that he was goading her to react, there was no point in making it more difficult for herself because that's exactly what he wanted. "Sit." Grabbing Peter's shoulder she all but threw him into the chair Eric had kicked. "No touching, or I'll break your hands before even he can stop me." Straddling the Initiate, Liv began the usual routine she did when ever she did a private dance; except this wasn't very private and as she rolled her hips over Peter's she was unable to look away from the steely eyes watching her like a cat toying with a mouse. Leaning back into Peter, her head resting on his shoulder, and her body curving into his, Liv took the break from Eric's intense eyes to gather herself together. A cold droplet hitting her chin forced Liv's eyes open; above her Eric stood holding a tumbler of whiskey, a smirk tugging at his mouth, with a soft tilt the dark liquor poured in a slow stream from the glass. Liv had little choice but to open her mouth and drink as much of the whiskey as possible.
"You're done." Eric grumbled at Peter, yanking Liv from his lap much to his protests.
The air between the two of them seemed to crackle with tension, even Liv couldn't deny it, it was there and intense. The surging passion that she was fighting as much as she could just wouldn't disappear.
Eric, however, had no desire to resist anything. Glancing to his left the flapping velvet curtain caught his attention and when one of the dancers pulled a man out he took his opportunity and dragged Liv into it, not caring that the Initiate undoubtedly knew what was going to go on behind the thick velvet. If he'd had his way he would have fucked her on the table for everyone to see, to see that she was his.
Grabbing her face and pulling Liv towards him, Eric kissed her feverishly. For a moment Liv remained stiff, but when he dropped down on to the leather couch pulling her ontop of his lap her resolve quickly dissolved, enjoying the feel of his rough, demanding lips against hers too much.
Liv was thankful the music was as loud as it was, because otherwise she was sure that the entire club would have heard the unladylike moans she was making as Eric's skilled hand slipped into her panties. What are you doing? You're with Jordan! That nice guy who really cares about you! Her mind was literally screaming at her but it made little difference because her hands quickly slid between them and pulled at the zip on Eric's jeans, freeing his rock hard cock.
Both of them were desperate, their kisses rough and frantic. Eric smirked against Liv's lips when she pulled her panties to one side and shoved herself down onto him, burying him to the hilt. Last time he had been the one making all the first moves and it made him practically burst with smug pride that she had been the one this time; she was the one riding him at a wanton speed, kissing him and pulling depserately at his top. Jordan was obviously not satisfying her. No longer willing to be second in command, Eric grabbed Liv bruisingly by the hips and started slamming her down on his cock enjoying the high pitched moans slipping from her red lips. Next time that was were he'd be fucking.
"Eric!" Liv gasped, her insides tightening around Eric's cock. Eric groaned in her ear, still working his furious pace and making Liv whine lowly in the after glow of her earth shattering orgasm. "Harder!" She begged, her hunger for him not ebbing even after her climax.
Eric smirked and obliged her, unable to deny the begging tone she used. His thrusts became more urgent and everytime Liv let out tiny gasps of pleasure as he went deeper, he could feel himself getting closer. It was all too much for Eric and with a low groan he came deep inside of Liv.
For a moment neither moved, both panting in the aftermath of their orgasms.
"Please don't tell Jordan." Liv finally panted, all too aware how pathetic she sounded.
Eric sniggered. "Maybe I wont," Hoisting Liv from his lap, he slipped himself back into his jeans and zipped them back up. "Although..." Clasping Liv by her throat he tilted her face up and bit her bottom lip hard enough to cause it to bleed a little. "I see nothing in it for me."
"Please." She whispered.
"Come to my apartment after your shift and we'll see if we can work something out." With one last blistering kiss, Eric threw the curtains open and returned to his table leaving Liv alone in the booth lost for words.
A/N Thank you as always NiNa5 for your reviews, and also to LaurenB16 and ML you guys all rock! I will be desperately trying to keep this minimum of one chapter a day going, but my daughter has a hospital appointment tomorrow so there may be a days delay in the next one. I don't want to rush it and it be shit haha. Anyway I hope you liked the chapter, as always review and let me know :)
