Fitz's cock woke before him. When he sat up, it was painfully engorged, wet, leaking from his tip, and throbbing.
"Holy fuck," he cursed as he looked over at Olivia, she was still gone to the world, wrapped under a blanket, hugging her pillow.
He laid back down, staring at the ceiling, with images of last night swirling around his head. Eventually, his imagination no longer sufficed and he turned over to her. He slowly ran his hand up her side and when he reached the edge of her blanket. Olivia turned on her belly but she didn't wake.
Fitz tugged on the edge of the blanket until it slipped down, revealing her back. Her tousled shiny black curls fell on her face. He pulled them back and tucked the loose strands behind her ear.
She was beautiful even in sleep.
As he leaned down to kiss her skin on the back of her shoulder, he heard a voice behind him.
"I need her man," Jake said, sweating heavily, holding his shoulder that still seemed to be bleeding.
"Get out," Fitz said, "you should've let her look at it last night." Fitz pulled the blanket up, covering her back. He was annoyed Jake ruined the moment.
"Something's wrong," Jake said.
He fell against the wall and dropped to the ground. Fitz sat up but then realized he couldn't leave the bed, not with his erection still high.
"Jake, you have to try to go to the couch, I'm gonna get you help but you have get there by yourself."
Jake slowly pulled himself up and staggered to the living room. Fitz stood, naked and searched until he found a pair of sweatpants then quickly slipped them on. Thanks to Jake, his erection was dying, quickly.
He walked to Jake in the living room. He was laying on the couch.
"What's wrong?" Fitz asked.
"It won't stop bleeding-" Jake mumbled.
"You did this to yourself," Fitz said frustrated, "why do you have to make everything so fucking hard. She could've looked at this last night."
"You shouldn't have punched Marco in the face," Jake muttered.
"You shouldn't have pulled a gun in a crowded nightclub."
Fitz walked to the bedroom and stopped on Olivia's side of the bed. He kneeled beside her and tapped her gently.
"Olivia," he called.
He nudged her until she jumped up, "am I late for my shift?"
He smiled, "no, no shifts."
She sat up and groaned as she looked around. Fitz stepped back to give her space.
The night came racing back to her, the danger, the sex, the sweet pain and her fucking incredible orgasm. She looked up at Fitz, lost.
"Jake is back, he needs your help," Fitz said. "His wound won't stop bleeding."
Olivia let out a breath and nodded then she pulled the blanket around her body and stood from the bed, immediately stumbling only for Fitz to grab her by the waist.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she mumbled quickly and walked quickly to the bathroom. She would've thought sleep would do justice to her body but it hadn't. It was like the sex lingered all over her.
In the bathroom, she walked to the vanity counter and quickly splashed her face with a handful of cold water then washed her hands up to her elbows. She avoided staring at her reflection in the mirror. It was too soon and she still didn't understand her feelings about what happened in the night.
She felt the wetness between her legs and wondered if it was leftover fluid from Fitz bursting inside her or if it was new from her dreams.
She quickly walked to the linen closet to change into a robe and it took all the discipline she had not to jump in the shower and wash off. She remembered her oath and though Jake had unwisely refused her help hours earlier, she couldn't leave him to suffer.
Once she'd dressed in her robe, she walked quickly out of the bathroom with the medical kit after packing it together. Fitz was standing outside by the door.
"He's in here," Fitz said as he stepped off to the living room.
Olivia followed him to the living room and found Jake sitting on the couch. He was a pale, sweaty mess.
Olivia stopped in front of him and looked him over.
"He needs to go to the hospital," she said.
"Why?"
"He needs a transfusion and he has a cardiac tamponade. If I had the tools I could perform a pericardiocentesis but I don't."
Olivia stepped closer to Jake and pressed her ear against his chest as lightly as she could to listen to his heart. He groaned in pain but without a stethoscope that was the best she could do.
"What do you need to treat it?" Fitz asked.
"I can't treat it here, he needs an echocardiogram to confirm my diagnosis then they'd have to remove the fluid and check for blood clots or drain the excess blood."
Fitz took a breath.
"How sure are that he has this?"
Olivia shook her head and pressed two fingers against his wrist, "his pulse is weak, his heart doesn't sound strong, the veins in his neck are extended because they're having a hard time returning blood to his heart. He's sweaty, anxious. I'm sure he has it but I still need an echocardiogram to see what's going on in his body."
Olivia took the last pair of gloves from the kit and took a gauze pad and pressed it against his wound.
"AHHHH," Jake screamed.
"He needs a transfusion too. He lost too much blood. He waited too long."
Barca walked into the room and made a beeline to Fitz. He whispered something in his ear and all Olivia heard Fitz respond was, "is it serious? When did this happen?"
Barca said something else then Fitz turned to look at Olivia and quickly turned away and walked out of the room.
Olivia felt her heart race and she hoped it had nothing to do with her.
"I can't go to the hospital," Jake said, shakily.
"Why not?" Olivia asked.
"That's the agreement. Whatever happens we deal with it. We don't go to the hospital or the police. He's not gonna take me to the hospital. I should've let you look at it last night."
Olivia didn't know what to respond.
"You're fucking him now?" Jake said, staring at Olivia.
"What?" Olivia choked out.
Jake smiled a strained smile, "he was sucking your tits when I walked in. You were sleeping naked in his bed."
"You don't know what you're talking about?" Olivia answered.
"Imagine my disappointment. I really thought you'd be the one smart enough to be different, to resist but as usual, he pulls his dick out and all you bitches stop seeing reason."
"Shut up," Olivia said.
"Why? You don't want to hear the truth? You're just like all the other stupid, superficial whores he keeps around him to stroke his dick when he's horny but eventually, he gets rid of you. Enjoy the ride. It should be good."
Olivia stepped back and removed the gauze from his shoulder and crushed it into a ball and threw it at his face, along with the gloves on her hands.
"Like I said. You need to get to the hospital. I can't help you."
Jake laughed, "she's a shitty doctor too, ladies and gentlemen."
Fitz walked in just in time to see Olivia walk off angrily to the bathroom.
"What did you say to her?" Fitz asked.
"Nothing," Jake said with a strained chuckle.
Fitz walked closer, "whatever your problem is with her, get over it fast."
"My problem isn't with her. It's with you."
Fitz shook his head, "I'm not going over this with you again." Fitz turned to go to Olivia but then he remembered Jake evaded his question and asked again. "What did you say to her?"
"I didn't say anything to her, she's just a spoiled bitch."
Fitz took a breath and walked closer to Jake and in a sudden burst of anger, he punched his friend in his wounded shoulder. Blood gushed from the wound.
"OUUUUU," Jake yelled and held his shoulder tighter.
"I don't want you around me anymore. Barca is getting you a doctor who can take care of that fucking shoulder then you can go home."
"What do you mean, 'go home'?" Jake asked, rising to his feet.
"Go home. I have enough shit to deal with, I don't need you adding to it."
"Adding to it," Jake said. "I'm your best friend. Outside of your family, I'm the person who's known you the longest and this girl comes around and suddenly your treating me like shit. How am I supposed to feel about that?"
"Stop acting like a dick and I won't treat you like one."
"Fine. I'll kiss her ass like everyone else here. Are you happy?"
"Don't say another word to her. Don't touch her. Don't even look at her."
"Fine," Jake said.
"This is the last time I'm gonna tell you." Fitz turned and headed towards the bathroom but stopped, "-and go let them take care of that." he said then continued walking. "If you decide you can control yourself, I'll need your help."
"What's going on?"
"Marco has his guys asking around about Olivia."
"What? How do you know that?"
"Lucio," Fitz said before walking off.
Fitz walked to the bathroom door and knocked. He heard the faucet running and it was evident she was in the shower.
He turned the knob on the door but it was locked. Fitz decided to leave and arrange for breakfast to be brought up as well as the doctor she requested before they had to leave.
An hour passed and she didn't leave the bathroom, then another hour then another.
It took Olivia over three hours to leave the bathroom. When she walked out, Fitz was sitting calmly on the bed. He turned and looked at her and the red, swollen eyes and wet lashes.
"There's breakfast in the dining room," he said before walking out of the room.
Olivia walked to the dining room and sat at the table. There was a scrumptious breakfast spread waiting for her but it was clear Fitz already ate.
Fitz sat opposite Olivia, frustrated at her mood though he had expected it, given everything she'd told him last night.
"I called the doctor for you. When we're done here I'm taking you to him."
Olivia nodded as she took a napkin and spread it across her lap. She was still wearing the same white towel robe from earlier though it looked like she had showered given her wet hair.
She nibbled at her food in silence. All the while, she looked on the verge of tears. Fitz watched her before he spoke.
"Why are you crying?"
"I'm fine."
"We had sex last night-"
"Don't talk about it."
"Why not?"
Olivia closed her eyes and took a breath, "just stop."
"I can't guess what's wrong with you. You have to talk. I'm not gonna pussyfoot around it."
Olivia covered her face and dropped her head on the table. "Please just stop. I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to remember it happened."
Fitz and attempted to speak but then his phone rang, cutting him off.
He looked at the caller id and sighed.
"Michel," Fitz answered.
Olivia heard unintelligible yelling through the phone.
"You should've told me he was going to be there. I would have stayed home," Fitz said. There was more yelling and Fitz hung up in the midst of it and turned his attention back to Olivia.
"When I said you couldn't handle it. This is what I meant. I gave you chance after chance to stop. You chose to continue. You chose to take off your clothes and walk into the shower. This was your choice Olivia, I made sure of it so when you woke up in the morning you couldn't say I convince you or forced you-"
"I know I chose this. Why do you think I'm so mad," Olivia said angrily, "I wish you had forced me," she blurted out.
Fitz's mouth fell open. He couldn't believe what Olivia had said.
Olivia was stunned when she heard the words from her lips as well.
"I-I didn't mean that," she said quickly.
"Yes, you did," Fitz said. He pushed his chair out and stood, his fists balled and pressed against the table. "Don't worry, I'm never gonna touch you again so your dreams of me forcing myself on you so you can play victim to your mom sadly just fucking died."
Olivia reached out and grabbed his fist before he could move but Fitz pulled it away.
"When you're done eating, get dressed so I can take you to this doctor."
"Fitz- stop," Olivia called.
He ignored her and walked back to his bedroom. Moments later she heard the shower turn on. She'd lost her appetite now and left her food by the table to get dressed for her doctor's visit.
Fitz left the shower and returned to the dining room when he was dressed.
"Are you ready?" he asked though he saw she was dressed.
"Yes but can we talk-"
"There's nothing left to talk about, pretty girl. Let's go."
He was out the door in three strides. Olivia followed him down the hall, into the elevators, out the lobby and, into the private parking lot. He pressed the key fob for his Lamborghini and opened the butterfly doors. Olivia walked to the passenger side and stepped in. Once Fitz sat in the driver's seat he closed the doors and pulled out of the parking lot.
"I wasn't thinking about the consequences last night. I wasn't thinking about judgement. I wasn't thinking about anything but feeling you. It was amazing- it was like the feeling I've been chasing my entire life- the one that I was pretty sure didn't exist."
Olivia drew in a deep breath.
"Last night might not be a big deal to you but it was a really big step for me- and for it to even have happened meant that I wasn't myself. Everything- every thought process, every voice in my head that usually stops me from doing something like- that would've made me sprint in the other direction- I ignored it. I wasn't myself last night but I am myself today."
Olivia choked up on the last words.
"I didn't mean what I said earlier- at least, I don't think I did but I know that I'm gonna have to look at my mom and explain why I thought it was okay to sleep with the person who kidnapped me while she was worried sick about me." Olivia wiped her eyes, "that is not a fun conversation to have. And if that wasn't enough Jake gave me a soliloquy about how much of a stupid slut I was and I really did not need that so please just cut me some slack okay."
Fitz turned to her as he sped around the corners of the cliff, "I still can't stand it when you cry."
Olivia rolled her eyes and wiped her face, "you should be used to it by now."
"I kind of expected this. You don't transform from a celibate divorcee to a pornstar overnight especially when you think about sex the way you do." Fitz sighed. "Whatever Jake said to you- he's full of shit so ignore him."
"He said you were sucking my breasts when I was asleep?"
"That's not true," Fitz said with tightly pressed together lips.
"It's okay. I believe you," Olivia said.
"When I told you last night that I wanted more of you. Did that scare you?"
Olivia took a breath, "I didn't think you were serious."
"Why are you playing with me?"
Olivia closed her eyes and took a breath. "Even if I could get past all my issues, I can't handle you okay-" Olivia admitted in a quick jumble of words. "Your entire thing that you have going on- and your lifestyle- I can't handle any of it. I'm just an overworked resident, I don't fit in your life in any way. Last night, I didn't even do anything I just laid there and took it and screamed and cried and mumbled incoherently...which is so embarrassing that I couldn't even look in the mirror."
Fitz smiled but didn't respond.
"What…" Olivia whined.
"I asked a question and you answered, I'm satisfied."
"You don't strike me as someone who is ever satisfied...I mean," Olivia found herself blushing slightly, "you wanted to go again. That's insane."
"You wasted your pussy on your ex-husband."
"Excuse me?" Olivia asked, wondering where his comment came from all of a sudden.
"I said it. You heard it. Let's move on." Fitz stopped at an intersection then continued.
"Okay but what does that mean?"
"It means- if you were mine, I'd fuck you and eat your pussy like you were gonna dissappear everytime I got the chance. Don't waste it on someone who won't."
Olivia instinctively closed her legs tighter together. Whenever he started talking like that she grew wet no matter how much she tried to fight it.
"Is that how you feel about Camilla? Is that why you keep her around."
He chuckled, "I guess maybe I should take my own advice but at least I've lived. You haven't really."
"So you don't feel that way about Camilla?"
"No, not at all and she knows that. I don't string people along, I don't promise things I am unwilling or unable to give. Camilla knows exactly what our relationship is. She pretends otherwise and I know she wishes otherwise but as long as I'm honest I don't really care."
"Is she good in bed?" Olivia asked, curiously.
"What is good?"
"I don't know- does she make you feel good- maybe like you did last night- if you truly did last night?"
Fitz's lips pulled into a wide, amusing smile.
"Are you asking me if Camilla is better in bed than you?"
"I don't know- just answer," Olivia said with a shy smile.
"She's great at fucking but Camilla can only make me cum when she gives me really rough head. I don't really cum from intercourse with her so no, she's not like you. No one is like you actually- even though you drove me fucking insane with your fucking attitude this morning."
"Sorry," Olivia said with a chuckle.
"So what happens now. You go back to Boston, you'll go back to being a horny, overworked resident/waitress?" Fitz said.
"I'm probably fired from the restaurant by now" Olivia ribbed lightly.
"If you were with me you wouldn't have to worry about working to pay back loans."
Olivia shook her head, "I don't want you to take care of me."
"Someone should."
"I can do it myself."
"That's not the point. I know you can do it for yourself, you have been doing. I'd just like to make your life easier, not harder."
"Because you like having sex with me?" Olivia asked.
Fitz shrugged, "we've already established that we're not fucking again."
"But if we were then what?" Olivia shook her head, "you'd buy me purses and shoes and pay my bills and I'd fly out and have sex with you whenever you wanted. Is this what you offer your other girls and they happily accept?"
"You're making it sound like something it's not."
"That's what it would've been Fitz. That may be fine for other people but it isn't for me. I spent 4 years being married to someone I didn't really love- not in the way I was supposed to so the next time I'm with someone I want it to be different. I don't want to feel like I'm missing anything or getting less than I should. If that makes sense."
"It does," Fitz said with a smile. "Not many women I've dealt with are bold enough to say that to me."
"How many women?" Olivia asked.
"You focus on that," Fitz said. "Of course"
Olivia chuckled lightly, "at least now I know what I'm missing."
"If you think your gonna get what I gave you last night from anyone else-"
"Oh get over yourself, maybe I won't, it doesn't matter. I don't really have time to date anyways." Olivia quipped. "Maybe I'll buy a vibrator."
Fitz laughed, "yeah, sure you will."
"I will- maybe. I don't know."
"You won't-" Fitz's phone rang, cutting off the conversation.
A few seconds into the call, Fitz looked into the rearview mirror.
"I see them," he said. "How long?"
Olivia took the opportunity to look around and she saw a black jeep with dark tinted windows behind them.
Fitz spoke for a few more seconds and then he hung up.
"Did something happen?" Olivia asked.
"Nothing that concerns you," Fitz said with a smile.
"Okay," Olivia said.
Fitz glanced into the mirror again and then revved his engine and sped up, overtaking a few cars in front of him easily. When Olivia looked back, she didn't see the jeep anymore.
"Is someone following us?"
"We're not sure."
"We?" Olivia questioned as she looked around only to see Fitz's Range Rover behind them with Felix behind the wheel.
"Tell me something about yourself that I'd never expect?" Olivia asked, to try to calm herself.
"Why does it matter?"
"I'm just curious…"
"About?" Fitz asked, still distracted by what was said on the phone call.
"You went to Stanford, why?"
"Basketball scholarship."
"Basketball? Why didn't you finish then?"
"Broke my leg on national tv," Fitz said.
"National tv? So what? You were supposed to be in the NBA or something."
"If I hadn't broken my leg," Fitz said with a dry chuckle.
"That's why you quit. A broken leg doesn't take that long to heal, you would've been almost back to where you were in a year with good therapy."
"Yeah, no. At that point, I'd worked my ass off playing basketball for at least 4 hours everdayday since I was 12. Worked my ass off playing varsity in high school and got myself a scholarship to college playing even more hours daily. I made no money, I had no time to work to make money and now that everyone one had seen my break my leg on tv, I'd gone from the #1 draft pick prospect to just another injured athlete."
"So that's how you ended up doing this?"
"Met the wrong people at the right time. Your father was one of those people."
"My dad got you into this?" Olivia asked, strained.
"Yes and speaking of your dad, he wants to meet to give me my money. I know he's full of shit and he's gonna come up with some excuse for why he doesn't have it all but I just thought you should know."
There were so many ways to go Olivia wasn't sure where to continue.
"You know that you were were a helpless kid right? I mean- you'd been working on one goal for almost a decade and it all just disappeared-"
"Let me stop you right there," Fitz said, with his usual playful smile, "I'm not a victim. I played basketball, not because I loved it but because I was a 6 foot -13 year old whose dad was a basketball coach. I was the perfect mix of scrawny and muscular and for some reason, I was very good at it and I only stuck with it because it would make me wealthier faster than all my other options."
"So it's all about money for you- all the time."
"All the time," Fitz said as he stood.
"If that's true then why were you letting me go- before my dad gave you your money."
Fitz shrugged his eyebrows but didn't answer.
Olivia waited for a response and when she got none she decided not to push it.
"How much have I cost you since I've been here?"
"Alot," Fitz said with a chuckle,"but I'll live."
"How's your arm?" Olivia asked.
"Fine, it's a little itchy but fine."
He pulled into the parking lot of an office building.
"How high are your chances of getting pregnant?" Fitz asked.
"Not high," Olivia answered, "my period just ended and I know I'm not ovulating but my cycle is off. Your sperm seems like the kind to live the entire 5 days up there and I don't want to be ovulating when that happens."
Fitz chuckled, "I don't know if I have super sperm. I haven't gotten anyone pregnant yet."
"Well considering the fact that you had sex with me unprotected and you've only known me for 2 weeks- I'd say it could happen."
"Oh- burn on me and a little bit on you too," Fitz teased.
Olivia laughed.
"I usually only fuck raw if I'm in a relationship with someone."
"When was the last time you were?"
"Three years ago, give or take."
Olivia nodded, "so you said your dad was a basketball coach?"
Fitz reversed and parked the car in a spot at the front of the lot and turned off his engine. His Range Rover pulled in opposite him and parked.
"What about your mom?"
"She used to be a pastry chef."
"Used to be?"
"My parents don't work anymore- not really, not when I'm paying the bills. My dad quit teaching P.E. and started a basketball camp. My mom opened up a bakery."
"Um...what do your parents think you do?"
"Exactly what I do, if I leave out some details- the criminal details."
Olivia smiled, "you really aren't gonna tell me what you do, are you?"
"No."
"You own a hotel- that you built from scratch, it takes a lot of money to do that -unless you only own a part of it-"
"I own all of it."
"My dad steals, he extorts people, I'm pretty sure he's involved in drugs or else those Mexican cartels wouldn't have taken me."
"Yeah- I remember you said something about that when you saw your father. What happened?"
"I get numb and sometimes I do stupid things so I don't feel numb anymore. Last night, I had sex with the guy who kidnapped me. Seven years ago, I worked for months and saved up enough to take a trip to Mexico with a friend of mine. Long story short- it did not go well."
Fitz opened his door and stepped out. He hated being reminded of the fact that he kidnapped her. It was his original sin and he couldn't take it back.
The moment he stepped out, the car following them earlier drove by in the flow of traffic and didn't stop.
Fitz watched the car pass then and walked over to Olivia's side of the car and opened the door for her. She stepped out and looked around at the office park.
"Oh gosh, I still can't believe I'm in Italy," she took a deep breath and smelled the air, "it's gorgeous here. This is definitely not Bos-" Olivia heard the screech of tires and then she saw it.
A rolled down window, a man pointed a high-powered rifle through it. It was a different car, like they were coordinating.
It was as if time froze. She saw him aim it at her though Fitz was a few paces beside her. Then she heard gunshots and it was as if everything felt heavy. She froze and was unable to move but then Fitz's body was in front of her, blocking her. She felt herself fall to the ground and suddenly she could only see the clear sky above her.
There was more gunfire and screaming still, she couldn't move from her spot on the ground. She heard bullets hit the metal of his Lamborghini, then there was silence.
Fitz lifted her in the passenger seat and locked the seatbelt across her torso then slammed the door shut and walked to the driver's side and got in quickly. He sped out of the lot in front of his guard car.
His phone rang and he answered. Someone spoke in his ear for almost a minute before he hung up then turned to Olivia, "you're okay," he said as he looked over and inspected her to make sure she wasn't hurt. "You're okay."
Olivia was still too stunned to register what happened but when she looked over in Fitz's lap and saw a pistol resting on his thigh, it all came flashing back.
"They tried to shoot me- why-why- I-I didn't do anything," she mumbled through sobs, still shocked.
Fitz didn't answer, no answer he could offer would comfort her. He sped up, going almost 100 miles per hour through the streets. Every few seconds he would glance over to her to see if there's been any change and there wasn't. She was still despondent.
Fitz didn't drive back to the hotel, he drove to a dock a quarter mile from it. There was a yacht as large as a house waiting at the end of the mooring. He couldn't risk going back to his hotel and potentially having an incident happen there.
Fitz pulled up to the edge and got out quickly. He slipped his pistol in the back of the waist of his pants and then walked around and opened Olivia's car door.
"We have to go-"
"No- I'm not going- I'm not getting out-"
Fitz took a breath and tried to remember how hard it was for him to adjust to his lifestyle at first.
"As long as you're with me, you're safe. You just have to walk 50 feet to the boat and you have to step in."
Olivia took a breath and still the idea of stepping out of the car made her legs feel weak. Fitz sensed her hesitation and reached under her and lifted her out of the car. He walked her down the mooring and stepped across the ledge into the boat and finally let her down.
Fitz watched her trembling lips and reached out to her and caressed her cheek and wiped her eyes.
"You're safe."
"I didn't do anything- why would someone shoot at me?"
"It was Marco," Fitz answered.
"Marco?" she questioned, confused. "Why- how do-"
"He's been asking around about you. That was his guy that shot at you. I recognized him from last night. I kicked his ass in front of a crowded club to defend you and now to save face and to get back at me he's going to try to kill you."
Olivia shook her head and attempted to speak but no words could come out.
"Don't worry. I'm not gonna let him touch you, okay?" Fitz stared into her eyes as he spoke.
Olivia nodded but water still cascaded down her cheeks.
"Come on," Fitz said. He took by hand walked from the deck down to the lower level of the boat. They walked down a hall until he reached a cabin and opened the door and led her inside. It was bigger than her bedroom in Boston. Mostly brown wooden furniture and cream upholstery.
Fitz sat her on the bed and then walked to a small bar across the room and brought back a glass bottle of Voss water.
"Drink this," Fitz said as he opened the bottle and handed it to Olivia then he reached down and slipped off her sandals.
She took a sip and handed it back.
"Come on, drink some more," Fitz said as he put it to her lips.
Olivia took another sip.
"Alright, just stay here okay. I have to go up to the deck and take care of some stuff then I'll come back and check on you."
Fitz's phone rang in his pocket as he spoke his last word. He pulled it out and answered.
"What?" he said on his way out the door.
Olivia pressed her palms against her cheeks and dried her face then she laid back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, waiting for time to pass and the numbness to fade.
Hours had passed. It turned from bright to dark and the boat had left the dock hours ago. At some point during the time, someone had brought down her things from the hotel.
When Fitz returned to the cabin, Olivia was still in the same spot he left her hours ago. He'd expected to find her asleep when he walked over but she was awake and staring at nothing in particular. "I thought you'd be sleeping," he said softly as he turned to the bar and poured a drink.
"Where are we going?" Olivia asked.
"Rome."
"Why?"
"The plane is there," Fitz answered then took a gulp of liquor.
He walked back to Olivia and stood in front of her on the bed.
Olivia sat up slowly until she could see his face. He didn't look worried, he looked...vengeful.
"How are you feeling?" Fitz asked. His voice was raspy from the liquor.
"I don't know how to answer that," Olivia responded.
Fitz handed her the glass of brown liquor, "take a sip."
Olivia took the glass and drank in one large continuous gulp until there was no liquid left at the bottom of the glass.
"Woah, woah, woah," Fitz said with a chuckle as he pulled the glass from her lips.
Olivia squeezed her eyes shut as she waited for the burning in her throat to subside then she opened her eyes and found Fitz staring at her. His features had lightened and he didn't seem angry anymore.
"I don't know why you keep doing this?"
"Doing what?" Fitz asked defensively as he took a step back from her.
Olivia took a breath and turned away. The liquor made her feel warm inside.
"They were shooting at me today and you stepped in front of me- why would you do that?"
Fitz shrugged, "I signed up for this life, you didn't."
Olivia looked up at him, "you got into a fight at a club for me knowing it would lead to this. You let me go before my dad gave you your money back."
"What answer are you looking for?" Fitz asked.
He turned and went back to the bar, not waiting for an answer. He filled his glass once again and returned to Olivia.
"I don't know," Olivia said after a while.
"Are you hungry?" Fitz said.
Olivia shook her head.
"Are you gonna be okay down here. I'm heading back upstairs."
"I want you to stay with me," Olivia said.
Before Fitz could respond Olivia reached up and kissed him. He was shocked and didn't immediately return the kiss but then he felt her pull back and kiss him again as she caressed his cheeks.
Fitz dug into the kiss and wrapped his free arm around her waist and pulled her closer against him while his other hand held his drink.
She felt him swirl his tongue around hers, kissing her hungrily. His lips brought the fresh taste of liquor to hers.
Lost in the kiss, Olivia reached up and buried her fingers in his curls as she opened her legs wider, allowing her to be pulled closer to him.
Suddenly, Fitz stopped, pulling from the kiss which caused Olivia to gasp audibly.
He stepped back and sighed."I said I wasn't gonna touch you again," Fitz mumbled frustrated. He ran his hand up her inner thigh and then reached behind her and grabbed her ass and squeezed. "But I want you. I wanna feel you on my cock."
"Mmm," Olivia whispered absently as she pressed her hands against his chest. "I want you too. I shouldn't have said what I said."
"No, you shouldn't have," Fitz said softly as he leaned closer to her and kissed her lips.
Fitz walked back to the bar and rested his glass on the counter. Olivia waited on the bed for him to return, breathless and, full of want.
When Fitz returned, he reached for the hem of her sweater and pulled it over her head and, tossed it somewhere. He unhooked the straps of her bra and tossed it then he lifted her around his waist and immediately took her breast in his mouth and sucked hard.
"Ahhh," Olivia moaned as she wrapped her arms around his neck and grabbed into his hair. In a moment she felt him lay her back on the bed and pulled her jeans and underwear off in one motion. She was naked then and leaned up and reached for his shirt to undress him but Fitz stopped her with a smirk on his lips.
"Not yet," he said.
Olivia was perplexed but then she felt his arms around her thighs, pulling them open as he drug her to the edge of the bed. It was a movement so sudden she fell on her back.
Before she could lean up to see what he was doing, she felt his lips, kissing down her inner thigh and his tongue licking between kisses.
His thumbs spread her lips open and then he slid his tongue into her wet hole and drug it up to her clit. Olivia closed her legs tight."Mmmmhhh," she whimpered as she raised her chest and arched her back.
Fitz opened her legs into a v and kissed her clit. He heard her suck in air, pleased with her reaction, he continued feasting on her hole. He licked and sucked and kissed and soon her wetness spread all over his face and her inner thighs.
Olivia was left gasping as he swirled his tongue inside her. She locked her legs around him and grabbed into his hair. "What...are you doing- to me," she moaned, strained. Olivia raised her body but felt Fitz push her down. He leaned up for air and dug in again, flicking his tongue over her clit.
He felt her tense around him as she squirted on his chin. He moved up and spun her around then bent her over on all fours and opened her legs from behind and continued mercilessly with his tongue, moving up and down from her clit to her wet hole.
He spanked her ass hard, leaving a red handprint in his wake. Olivia opened her mouth and screamed into the sheets. It took seconds for Olivia to collapse under him. Fitz quickly turned her under her back and finished her.
"Nooooooooo-" Olivia wailed as her orgasm took her. She covered her mouth to stop the noises coming from her.
He could feel her legs shaking around him. He leaned up and pried her hand from her mouth.
"Come taste your pussy," he said as he pulled her to him, kissing her fiercely, so she could taste herself as she came.
He waited until he felt her relax in his arms. Her shaking legs slowly came to a stop and her breathing quieted.
When he pulled his lips from hers and broke the kiss, her lips were glistening wet with her fluids. He smirked and let her go and Olivia fell back on the bed, breathing deeply, completely spent. Fitz wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. There was fluid that had run under his chin, he wiped that as well and walked over to the bar to finish the drink he'd left there.
His cock was stiff in his pants and had been since Olivia uttered the words, "I want you," to him.
He took a sip of his drink and walked back to her with it in hand.
"Usually when people cum they scream yes- but you scream 'no'," he teased. Oliva smiled at him lazily but couldn't open her mouth to speak.
Some time passed. Olivia sat up slowly, covered by a sheen of sweat. Fitz was at the edge of the bed. He stood back and tempered his excitement as he nursed his drink, waiting for her to change her mind about what they were doing. She noticed he was unusually reserved, especially since she could see his erection stifled in his black jeans.
"Is something wrong," she asked softly.
"I'm waiting for you to change your mind," Fitz answered honestly as he caressed her cheek.
"What?" she asked, confused then she understood his meaning. "You know, today, when I was alone down here, I realized that last night could've been the last night of my life and then I realized even more tragically that I spent the entire morning hating myself for it. It's truly pathetic." Olivia eased up until she was on her knees on the bed and was at eye level with Fitz. "it was true what you said- about being on my deathbed and not caring about what anyone thought of me. I'm guessing that was from experience."
"It was."
Olivia smiled softly then pushed his shirt up his torso. Fitz rested his empty glass on the bed and aided Olivia in removing his shirt. She ran her hands up and down his chest slowly, allowing herself to truly feel him, something she hadn't done last night. "I'm not going to change my mind." Olivia reached down and undid the buckle of his belt, then his pants and, pushed them down to the ground so he was in just underpants. His thick cock protruded under the fabric of his pants and suddenly she was nervous, no matter how much she postured or tried to put on a brave face, she was nervous.
She took a breath and shoved his underpants down, leaving her no choice but to face his erect penis; thick, long and, pointing in the air.
Fitz stepped out of his clothes and grabbed her ass and lifted her legs around his waist. Olivia braced herself against him and took another long, deep breath.
She felt his hand roaming up her body. The other was wrapped around her waist, holding her against him. When his hands reached up to her neck Fitz leaned down and kissed her softly in a line up to her ear. He continued kissing until he reached her lips and then slowly, without notice, he slid his tip into her. She was wet and warm. Her walls clung to him. A cry escaped her lips but he swallowed it with a kiss. He held her tighter against him and pushed further.
"Fitzzz-" she cried out against his lips. It was hard to focus on kissing him when she was feeling so many things at once.
Fitz broke the kiss, unable to focus as well. "Fuck-" he cursed softly.
He pulled out fully and then entered her again, holding her to his gaze as he stroked her slow.
Camilla opened the cabin door, "Fitz, we're waiting for you upstai-" she stopped mid-sentence when she registered the sight before her.
"Fitz-" Olivia mumbled, breathless. She couldn't finish her words. "mmmmm…"
Fitz leaned down and kissed her lips again, breaking their eye contact. He pulled out.
"No-" Olivia protested in a whimper. "don't stop."
Fitz chuckled and lifted her off the bed, only to climb on and lay her in the middle. Fitz intertwined their fingers as he lay between her legs and entered her again, deeper than he had before.
Olivia screamed out. Pleasure radiated to every crevice of her body.
"Shit-" Fitz utter gutturally. He leaned down and kissed her hard as he began thrusting into her with slow, deep strokes.
The door slammed across the cabin after Camilla angrily stormed out without a word.
Olivia was oblivious to her presence but Fitz had noticed her, though he refused to acknowledge her.
He continued grinding into her as he kissed her slowly. With every stroke, she grew wetter and hotter. Fitz took his time, relishing in the feel of her tight walls. Her muscle wrapped around him and was unrelenting in its grip. The slower he moved, the more of her he felt and soon his rhythm erred. His muscles tense and as his orgasm swelled inside him, he mentally prepared himself to pull out of her before he came.
Olivia clawed at him, panting and moaning in his mouth. Her legs, a response Fitz was beginning to grow familiar with, began to tremble.
He raised her legs and pulled one leg over his shoulder and quickly turned her on her side, giving him a better position to pull out of her. Slow deep thrusts quickened with uneven tempo.
She heard him grunt, deep and low and he thrust harder, slapping his balls against her clit with every push.
Half of her body seemed to stiffen while the other half shook uncontrollably. She grabbed him, digging her fingers in absently as her orgasm washed over her like rough waves; all-consuming and merciless.
In the midst of it, she felt her breast bouncing up and down from Fitz's punctuated thrusts that ended with Fitz pulling out of her. Cum shot from his tip up to her breasts and as his orgasm waned the last drops fell on her belly button. He grabbed her breasts roughly, spreading his fluid over her skin as his orgasm slowed.
Fitz fell beside her and sighed, "no cream pie for you this time."
Olivia laid quietly until her breath returned to normal.
"You were gentler this time," Olivia said as she turned to him. "Why?"
"Well," Fitz began, "last night, I didn't expect to cum so...easily."
"Easily?" Olivia questioned.
"It was a pretty quick orgasm...for me. I fuck hard because without the friction, I can't cum. Last night- it was kind of too much friction- it was ridiculous. I spent all my energy trying not to cum which is the opposite of what I'm supposed to do."
"Is it easier when you go slower- with me?"
"Fucking you slow is even worse."
Olivia giggled and shook her head. Fitz leaned over and kissed her.
"So," He began,"I need to talk to you about today."
"Did something else happen?"
"I don't know if it's safe for you to go home," Fitz said the words slowly and waited for her response.
Olivia sat up slowly, "what do you mean?" The cum on her torso had rubbed off earlier and was now almost dry.
"The fact that Marco did what he did today, so quickly- he's serious. He isn't gonna stop just because you go back to Boston. He knows who you are, Olivia."
Fitz sat up as well.
"Fitz, I can't stay. My mom is home-"
"What if you went home and made sure your mother was okay?"
Olivia hesitated before answering. "I'd still have to worry about my residency."
"Give me a few days to figure out what the fuck is going on then I'll take you home. You can see your mother and make sure she's okay. Take a leave of absence, tell them you're traumatized and you need time and that'll buy you some time."
"What would I tell my mom, she's not gonna want me away from her."
"Tell her the same thing you tell everyone else. Make her go back to Brooklyn where they can take care of her. I'll pay the nursi-"
"You don't have to-"
"I'll pay it," Fitz insisted, "I want to make sure she's okay."
Olivia thought for a moment then she shook her head, "Fitz, I can't-"
"Do you remember how you felt earlier? When you saw someone point a gun at you and fire? You remember how unimportant everything seemed? All you wanted to do was live, nothing else mattered?"
Olivia shook her head, "how are you sure he'll try to get me all the way in Boston?"
"Because that's what I would do," Fitz answered truthfully.
Olivia took a long, deep breath and laid back on the bed.
"I need to call my mom," she said softly.
Fitz sighed, frustrated, "Olivia, no matter how much you call her, if she doesn't see you, it's not gonna help her."
"You told her I'd be home in two days, now it'll be longer. I need to tell her."
Fitz leaned over her, "You're staying."
Olivia nodded.
Fitz ran his hands through his hair, relieved."I'm gonna try to get you home as soon as possible. Just hold off on calling your mom for now, just until we figure out what going on, okay?" He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips again but couldn't help but notice she seemed down. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing- I just- it's been a crazy two weeks and now it seems like the next two weeks will be crazier."
"It'll be fine," he sat up, "Are you hungry?"
"I'm starving."
Fitz hopped off the bed, "let me get you something to eat."
He dressed and headed to the kitchen. Camilla was the first person he saw, sitting at the table, eating a tub of ice cream and drinking what looked like liquor.
"You're fucking her now?" Camilla asked, though she was still focused on her ice-cream.
Fitz walked to the boat's intercom and spoke into it, "Hey Simone, come down to the kitchen."
"Answer me Fitz," Camilla barked.
Fitz reached into his pocket and took out a small metal rectangular box with a spliff inside. He brought it to his lips and lit it with a lighter from the kitchen.
"Stop talking Camilla," he said as he moved it from his lips with his index and middle finger and then blew out a huff of smoke.
"Do you love her? I mean you're fucking her raw- which you always make such a big deal about condoms but now you've known the bitch for two weeks and your fucking her without a condom. You're staring into her eyes and fucking her slow? I don't get it?"
Simone walked in, "yes boss?" she answered.
"Can you heat up some of that food from earlier?"
"Sure," she said as she walked to the sink to wash her hands.
"Bring it to the master cabin. Enough for two," Fitz said as he headed to the exit.
"Fitz-" Camilla called.
He didn't answer.
Camilla hopped out of her chair and followed him.
"Answer me," she screamed.
Fitz turned and finally faced her. He took the spliff from his lips and took a breath to calm himself. He'd been ignoring her for her own good because he knew his temper and was trying to avoid losing it.
"I travel all over the world running your fucking errands. I suck your dick dry when you want me to. I lie for you. I cheat for you. I keep secrets for you. I've been loyal to you for years and this girl shows up and in two weeks, you treat her better than you've ever treated me."
"What you're feeling right now- whatever it is, jealousy or whatever, get used to it because if I get my way, Olivia's gonna be my girl and she's gonna be around for a while." Fitz turned and continued down the hall.
"Does she know her mother is in the hospital?" Camilla blurted out.
Fitz stopped in his tracks and turned around. He glared at Camilla and without a word, she turned away, backing down. "I'm not gonna say anything," she said quickly.
Fitz turned and continued down the hall back to the cabin.