AN: I know, I know, I know, eleven months since the last update. All I can say is time flies and family keep you busy. I intended for this chapter to be shorter but I got into the add/edit cycle that only leads to procrastination, frustration and unfinished work. Anywho, hope you enjoy this long overdue update.

TriOlitz

Chapter 12

The next morning a still very amorous Olivia and Fitz are at the kitchen table eating breakfast. Barely touching their food, they hold hands, completely rapt in the feeling of their newly consummated relationship. The warm touch from their linked hands, their coy glances, and bashful grins only serve to rekindle memories of their passion-filled night together. A burning passion that has not subsided. A hunger consumes them, a craving not for food but intimate connection. Their forks drop, dinging the edge of their plates. Their hands seek face and neck, drawing their upper bodies together, uniting their famished mouths. Tongues explore, discovering new tastes and sensations. Want intensifies until…

An unexpected boisterous "good morning", shatters their private moment and snaps the couple out of their heated bliss. Feeling caught in the act, they quickly pull away from each other.

"Hey you two, we didn't hear you come in last night, how was the meet up with the couple in the valley?" Olivia asks a little too enthusiastically before taking a sip of orange juice.

Abby and Jake grin. "Well seeing as you two were engaged in some rather rigorous physical activity we decided not to disturb you", Abby smirks.

Olivia chokes on her orange juice. Fitz pats her on the back. Mortified she grabs Fitz's hand. Not embarrassed in the least, Fitz kisses Olivia on the lips and temple. Addressing her, Fitz teases, "I'd have to agree. You were rather energetic last night. You really put me through my paces, I'm exhausted", he grins, caressing one side of her face. Olivia flashes a shy a smile, leaning into his palm kissing it.

Abby waves her hand, "It's about time, we thought you two would spontaneously combust if you waited much longer to satisfy your raging hormones." Abby laughs, drapes her arm on Olivia's shoulder and kisses her on the cheek. Jake grins and bumps fists with Fitz.

"Liv we'll talk later, I want details, size, skill, you know the long and short of things". Abby wiggles her eyebrows

"Abby!"

"What? Fitz isn't stupid he knows the drill, guys do the same thing. Right Jake."

"Whoa, sorry the bro code prohibits me from disclosing to the opposite sex what is or is not discussed after an inaugural sex debrief".

"Oh spare me, we were all there, granted we were unintentional observers. So, can't we have an open and frank adult discussion about what happened?"

"Since when is our sex life a topic for group discussion", Olivia questions with a bit of an attitude.

"Livy is right, our incredible mind-blowing sex life is a private matter".

"Fitz!" Olivia shrieks turning red. He grabs her face, kisses her passionately, disarming her inhibitions. She slides out of her chair, never breaking contact, unto his lap. Her arms engulf his neck, her fingers thread his curls and her core grinds against his quickly engorging lower muscle.

"See what you started". Jake shakes his head chuckling at his extremely happy best friend.

Needing air, Olivia pulls away and rests her brow on Fitz's. He lovingly kisses her shoulder.

"Later Livy", he whispers in a tone replete with intense sexual promise.

"Sorry to rain on you two lovebird's parade, but we have a Mellie problem and by we, I mean you Fitz". Olivia feels the bulge pressing her core deflate instantly. She pulls back to look down between them. Admittedly a novice sexual partner, Olivia is shocked by the rapid rise and fall of Fitz's instrument of pleasure. I'll talk to him about this later.

Fitz peers around Olivia to look at Jake. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Taking a seat at the table, Jake takes a deep breath, "Mayhem Mellie, thanks to her string-pulling father, and I'm sure with some help from Big Gerry, had the restraining order quashed and her record expunged. Claims she completed some 12-step psycho stalker program for the rich and infamous after seeing the error in her ways. Now she's traveling the highways and byways as an upstanding republican darling preaching the gospel of literacy. We caught her performance last night at the community center". He hands Fitz the flyer from last night.

"She's a fucking bitch," Abby adds tapping the table.

"So she hasn't changed in the slightest", Fitz deadpans.

"Yes, she has, for the worst. A clean record has given her a new lease on life making her even more unstable and smug. Mellie has no doubt she sleeps on a bed of privilege, wears the clothes of entitlement and is going to ride into political glory chained to your wrist. She said her being in the same town with you was a sign and she plans to make up for the past because, and I quote, "I am my own person now".

"Who the hell does she think she was before?" Fitz furrows his brow.

"Fitzy, the delusion is real my man. She wants us to believe she's coming for you as the new and improved Mellie, completely free of influence from her conniving father and your manipulative sperm donor".

"I can't believe this. I was sure we covered our tracks. How the hell did they find us?"

"Abby's friend is a cyber ninja, he uncovered the most recent plot twist".

"Huck! Abby you called Huck", Olivia asks surprised.

"Jake filled me in Mental Mellie, so I asked Huck to do a little digging".

"Abby you know how protective Huck is of us, if suspects even the tiniest of threats…". Olivia stares at Abby shaking her head.

"I know Liv but given the information Jake shared, I had no choice. This Mellie is bad news. She's the type to eliminate the competition and never worry about the consequences because of her father's deep pockets".

"Look, your friend is a genius. He found out Mellie is leasing a condo a few blocks away and that Big Gerry hired an ex-mercenary to find Fitz. He even found the rehab clinic in Europe Mellie stayed at where for the right price they will provide a certified clean bill of mental health for a serial killer".

"Damn it!" Fitz kisses Olivia's hand, then gently pushes her off his lap. "I have to make a call, excuse me".

"Fitz", Olivia calls out. She moves to follow him but Jake grabs her hand to stop her.

"Give him space Liv. He's calling his father, a reprehensible mean old cuss. Trust me you don't want to hear the vitriol aimed at Fitz that flows effortlessly out of mouth of Big Gerry Grant."

"I understand your concern Jake but I love Fitz, have so all my life. Big Gerry doesn't scare me, I want to be there for Fitz if and when he needs me". She pats Jake's hand then goes in search of Fitz.

Making her way to their bedroom, Olivia hears shouting coming from the gym. There's no door so she stands in the hallway listening to Fitz's side of the conversation.

Fitz POV

"Well if I'm such a clueless idiot, lack any degree of shrewdness or the intellectual capacity to govern my own life, how in the world am I qualified to become president? Really, I'm a good looking moldable halfwit, the perfect stooge to parrot the party platform without question. Oh, and you will serve as my trusted advisor".

I have to be adopted there is no way I'm the fruit of this bastard's loins.

"Extended rebellious prick phase? Can't make it on my own you say. Cut me off?"

Here I am again, caught in another pointless conversation rehashing the same useless arguments. The man is nothing if not consistent with his irrational obsession to live through me the life he squandered away through drunkenness and indiscreet women paid to scream during his limp dick pussy ramming.

"Mellie a changed woman? I laugh, it's ludicrous for Gerry to actually think he can convince me Mellie is reformed; then again, he's just as delusional as her. The type of woman I need to straighten me out… favorable optics." I take a deep cleansing breath and with its' release I have a long overdue epiphany. It's time to sever all ties to Gerry.

"Are you insane old man? I despise Mellie. I will never want to date, marry or share the same air with her. You like her so much, do mom a favor, divorce her and marry Mellie. Your reputation as one whose tastes run along the barely legal is firmly established, no one will bat an eye if you hook up with her. Crown her your chosen one and sell her as the female first coming. It's about time the party pull its' ass out the 1950s and recognizes the new feminist political reality."

The only sound coming from the other end of the line is heavy breathing and ice clinking in a glass. "You still there?" Big Gerry liquored up and buzzing releases an expletive laced rant that would make a rapper say dayuum.

"Look, stay out of my life. Cut me off from your cache of ill-gotten-gain. You and I both know you can't touch what grandpa left me or what mother's side of family will leave me. It's pathetic how you keep trying use cutting me off as a threat or means to coerce me into a relationship with Mellie or following in your less than honorable political footsteps. Lay off the hooch Gerry it's affecting your memory. You can't threaten me financially, I'll survive just fine without your paltry offering." Even though I know Gerry's estate is significant I refuse to acknowledge it because it means nothing to me. if he never gives me a dime I'll live quite well without it. There is nothing he can promise me to entice me to sign on to his political wet dream. Gerry continues his cuss laden tirade unabated, never once acknowledging I have the upper hand in the argument.

Fitz having heard it all before, ignores his father, delivers his final comment and hangs up.

Olivia POV

I enter the room with caution, not wanting to startle Fitz who's deep in thought. He's facing the French doors leading to backyard unaware of my presence.

"Everything okay, I ask rubbing his back."

He turns giving me his signature crooked smile. He pecks me on the lips and hugs me. At first his body feels tense, after a bit he relaxes and kisses the top of my head.

"Everything is fine. For the first time in a long while everything is more than fine."

I search his eyes looking for signs he's just telling me what he thinks I want to hear but all I see is sincerity and love.

"I have a confession to make. I followed you, I wanted to make sure you were alright. I… I felt the need to be here for you. I heard everything. I'm sorry I eavesdropped on your conversation. However, more than anything I'm sorry you've spent your life dealing with the type of father I overheard. I can't imagine growing up with someone so insensitive, harsh, uncaring, dogmatic and disrespectful. It is nothing short of a miracle you turned out to be this wonderful, loving, caring human being, I love so very much."

He grins at me. "You left off a crass asshole with delusions of presidential grandeur by proxy".

"Are all your conversations with your father always this demeaning and offensive?"

"Mm yeah, pretty much, after I turned eighteen. Of course, the bitterness in our conversations has escalated in recent years as the timeline for implementing his master plan has come and gone."

"Is this why you enlisted, to disrupt up his plans?"

"Yes and no. Jake and I have always planned to enlist and serve our country. The most remarkable role models we had growing up were family friends and relatives who served in the armed forces. The fact my enlistment pisses my father off is added bonus."

"He's gone to a lot of trouble to find you and place you on Mildred's radar. Do you think he'll honor your wishes and back off?"

"No but it doesn't matter. Mel-lie, he chuckles, is a non-factor. Gerry's problem is he thinks money controls and dictates everything in life. Need a vote, drop a donation or hand out a bribe, need to keep someone from exposing you, pay them off. Need to keep your son in line, threaten to take away his trust fund. My father views the world through his own reflection. With rare exceptions, in his opinion everyone is exactly like him or some variation of him."

"Wow that's narrow and pessimistic view of humanity."

"That's the Big Gerry view of life and people I general. He surrounds himself with people who fit his profile, so he reinforces his jaded perception and helps him live in a reality of his own making."

I know my feelings at the moment are totally inappropriate but listening to Fitz analyze of his father's psychological deviance makes me want to rip his clothes off and have him take me against the closest flat surface. His defiance and moral compass are sexy as hell.

"So, what about Mellie? She's here and on a mission to snag you. What if she shows up at our front door tomorrow? You're mine and I don't share or take kindly to anyone trying to take what is mine. I grab his face giving him a passionate kiss. He pulls away, never breaking eye contact.

Growling more than speaking, Fitz answers in between kisses to my neck and shoulder, "If Mellie shows up I'll send her away making it clear to her she is to never approach or contact me ever again. If she shows up elsewhere uninvited, we'll make sure she's outed on her stalker behavior and post her antics on social media. Look we have a couple more weeks of training then we leave for the triathlon. Mellie will never follow us to the meet because she hates mingling with the common folk and being around crowds of sweaty common folk will send her into a tizzy."

"Okay, but know this, I will neutralize any threat made against those I love."

Fitz looks at me somewhat confused; understandable my declaration is a little ominous. "Whoa, neutralize, that's a rather strong word. Do I even want to know what that entails? Should I be concerned if I get on your wrong side?"

"No worries babe, you can get on all my sides," I purr seductively.

Not today or tomorrow, but I will eventually tell him how his acts of bravery and creative payback in the Hamptons when we were children instilled a similar protective mindset in me and my friends. We have each other's backs and a threat to one is a threat to all that is met with swift retribution that ensures the perpetrator will regret the day they were born. Mellie is on Huck's watch list thanks to Abby; god help her.

"Is that so Ms. Pope. He lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist. He walks toward the hallway leading to the bedrooms.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Where I can get you on all your sides," he winks. Oh, happy day, time for more Fitzy lovin.

A Week Later

Curious onlookers on the upper jogging path check out the woman with an apparent Carmen San Diego fetish peering down at the people on the beach below. She's so close to the palm tree she's hiding behind you get the distinct impression she's doing something rather naughty to it. It's 85 degrees outside and the woman sticks out like a sore thumb. Her beige trench coat, floppy hat and dark sunglasses with lenses the size of saucers, scream jilted girlfriend or run-of-the-mill LA crazy. Glaring at the couple training below, she grinds her teeth, jealous and annoyed by the tender way the man helps the woman out of her resistance parachute. She's been following them for a week looking for the perfect opportunity to unexpectedly come across their path. Mumbling to herself, "keep your eye on the prize- Mrs. Fitzgerald Grant III". She grudgingly endures watching the sweet moments of loving eye contact and caring touches that accompany the couple's every move. Calisthenics, jogging, interval training, whatever-every exercise begins with a kiss, a hug or both and ends with the same.

Fitz and Olivia have been so focused on training and each other they haven't noticed Mellie incognito surveilling their daily morning activities. The report Liz North gave Mellie, compliments of Big Gerry, details the couple's training schedule, hangout preferences and beach rental location. She runs scenario after scenario in her head, trying to plot the perfect impromptu run-in with Fitz. Problem is she can never execute any one of her surprise meet and greet schemes because Fitz is always with either Olivia or Jake. This is maddening, why is he never alone?

Fitz kisses Olivia's shoulder as he helps with her swimskin and cap and she does the same for him. Holding hands, they run into the waves and dive into the chilly Pacific Ocean. Mellie eyes roll like a slot machine, her annoyance grows with every overt display of affection Fitz lavishes on Olivia. Shit!

The temperature is climbing but Mellie refuses to remove a single stitch of clothing. For her plan to work, any interaction with Fitz has to appears natural and unexpected. She can't run the risk of being seen by Fitz prematurely. Desperate to cool down she reluctantly decides to purchase a bottle of water from a street vendor who can barely speak English. She hands the vendor a five and he gives four wet dollars back. Repulsed, she tells the vendor to keep the change to which he smiles and thanks her. Mellie spends the next few minutes cleaning the bottle of water with hand sanitizer before drinking it. The ice-cold water is a welcomed relief from the blistering heat. She sits on a bench next to the palm tree and waits for Fitz and Olivia return from their regulation length swim.

Mellie's POV

What does he see in her? She's short, nothing about her screams money or breeding. Common, that's the vibe she gives off, common and loose. The minute Fitz heads off to pilot training she'll be on to her next good time Charlie. She may be fooling Fitz but I can spot a hustler a mile away. I bet she uses freaky sex to keep him on a short lease. Men his age are ruled by the temperature and hormone controlled muscle between their legs rather than their brains. It may take a while, but with time I'll have Fitz focusing on what is important. Power trumps sex, influence is better than emotional love. He'll learn being part of a winning team, working towards a mutually satisfying goal is what sustains a relationship. Love and lust is for fools. Predictability and routine are equal to love and I am the right person to make Fitz realize this.

Mellie stops her delusional musings when Fitz and Olivia begin to pack up their equipment. She's been so caught up in her head she hadn't noticed them return or the passage of time. Oliva loads the equipment pack unto Fitz's back and gathers their water and other loose miscellaneous items. They trudge through the sand to Fitz's truck in a nearby parking lot. Mellie gingerly tiptoes away from the large palm tree she's been hiding behind and runs to her car. She wants make sure she arrives at her condo ahead Fitz and Olivia arriving home.

"Damn it, not another one." Ticked, Mellie snatches the parking ticket from under the wiper blade and shoves it in her pocket. It's her fourth ticket this week. Parking in the beach parking lot is too risky because Fitz may catch a glimpse of her. Her only option is the closely monitored metered street parking above the beach. The parking is time restricted and unfortunately for Mellie, her stalking activities exceed the time limit.

She hops into her car complaining, "Why on earth those two insist on coming to this beach when there's a perfectly acceptable beach right behind their rental is beyond me. It makes no sense!" minutes later Mellie speeds into her condo parking garage, almost sideswiping several cars en route to her assigned parking space. Once upstairs she discards her disguise and takes a seat on her balcony which faces the rental Olivia and Fitz share with Jake and Abby. The condo is a few blocks away, close yet far enough away she can claim any unexpected run-in with Fitz is merely coincidental. Big Gerry really came through, the unit is the ideal voyeur roost. Perched like a vulture on the balcony with a pair of binoculars, she has a fairly unobstructed view of everyone's comings and goings at the beach house.

Ten minutes later, Fitz and Olivia pull into the driveway in front of the beach house. They unload their gear and take it to the outside shower at the rear of the house to rinse off. Mellie adjusts the binocular sights to zoom in on Fitz. The more she observes the angrier she gets. Fitz sets aside the cleaned gear and draws Olivia flush to his body. He gives her a long passionate kiss, then begins to unzip her wetsuit. His kisses the skin trail exposed by the descending zipper to the to the end at the base of Olivia's spine. Then licks his up to the space between Olivia's shoulder blades causing her tremble and her back to arch. He spins her around, slowly pulling the wetsuit down by the sleeves, exposing her moist brown skin peppered with specks of sand. Olivia steps out of the swimskin but leaves on her neon lime green bikini. She kisses Fitz, drawing him down to her open mouth, gently tapping her tongue against his lips playfully. He opens his mouth inviting her tongue to do more, much more, as his hands enjoy the ampleness of her breasts. She repeats the same disrobing ritual on him and massages his package just before he steps out of his wetsuit. Facing one another, Olivia turns on the shower to rinse the minute traces of sand from their hair and bodies. Fitz aroused by the sight of Olivia's near naked body, slips his hand into Olivia's bikini bottoms. His fingers alternate between rubbing her clit and thrusting into her soft folds. He devours her moans and probes her mouth with his tongue. Olivia breathless and equally horny, slides her hand into Fitz's speedos. Her small hand enwraps his large shaft delicately working to extend the muscle's length and girth.

Mellie's mouth drops open and she crosses her legs to quell the throbbing pulsations taking hold in her core. Jesus Christ, it's ten o'clock in the morning, in broad daylight for god's sake. Fitz has lost all sense of decorum. Her holier than thou stance is only temporary, it wanes with every pulsating wave between her legs. She increases the zoom, focusing her view on Fitz's reaction to Olivia's handiwork. Her thighs press together tighter and tighter as her hips shift uneasily in the hard bistro style chair. Mellie imagines Fitz is kissing her like a madman instead of Olivia, his wet frame pressing into her and his hand teasing her bud. Every thrust of his body against Olivia she feel vicariously. "Oh Fitz," she moans, "I know it's my face you see when you look at her…ooh…when you touch her." Mellie is getting a contact orgasm from watching the two lovers.

Olivia and Fitz are eager to do more physically but the open air design of the shower provides very little privacy. Nonetheless, unable to suppress their raging ravenous desire, their kisses intensify and their hand strokes quicken. Moans become louder, legs tremble and slightly buckle, muscles tighten, and the cold water from the shower proves ineffective in calming their libidos. Erotic release is imminent. Seconds later Olivia's head jerks backward and her core explodes riding Fitz's finger pony. Fitz's head falls to Olivia's shoulder, his pecker reaching friction bliss in Olivia's hand. Bodily fluids gush in sync with moans of satiated satisfaction.

"Oh god yes Fitz!" Mellie screams at the top of her lings. The loud scream travels along the wind through the morning stillness, growing faint with distance. She crumples in the chair and unconsciously flings the binoculars over the balcony railing sending them crashing through the windshield of a Prius parked on the street in front her building.

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"Someone screaming your name."

"Only you baby." Fitz grins. "Let's take this indoors, I think we have time for part two before brunch."

AN: What do you think will be Mellie's next move? Do you think she'll be bold enough to show up at the front door? Mellie has some nerve talking about Olivia's possible sexual proclivities when she's getting her kink on 12 stories up on an open balcony. LOL

Hope there some readers to still interested in this story. Please share thoughts in a review. Until next time, be blessed and healthy.