The Grand Pact (The Grand Men #1)(36)

“Of course.”

I stand and button my jacket with a heavy stare on Olivia. Then, I reach out, dancing my fingertips from her shoulder, across her collarbone, up her slim neck and over the seams of her swollen lips.

“Shall we?” I ask, pulling down on the pouty flesh and exposing her near-perfect teeth.

She watches me as her throat bobs, then her head follows, nodding in agreement.

I smile as I take her hand and walk to what I know is room four. They aren’t numbered, but anyone who’s a member at The Nightingale knows how the club works.

I wait at the door as Oliva slips her hand past my waist and unlocks it with her key. I quickly throw a glance over my shoulder to see Charlie watching after us.

Jackass.

As we slip inside, I shut the door and question my own damn sanity over what I’m about to do.

“Look, Liv, you’re fucking beautiful. One of the smartest girls on Louis’s payroll, and I’ve purposely led you on here like an absolute prick. But I’m just trying to throw off a scent, so to speak. Charles thinks—”

My words drop off the tip of my gaping jaw as I turn and face her.

“You’re taking your top off,” I say, not stunned enough to keep my mouth shut.

“Charles thinks what?”

“You didn’t wear a bra tonight.” I swallow, shaking my head. “You didn’t need one,” I add, dazed and fucking rattled as I take in her perfect tits.

I clench my teeth hard.

Stick to the fucking plan, mate. She’s not that hot.

Olivia hums, her eyes sultry and full of something my cock begs for. “I even wore matching panties.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to see?”

“No.” I nod my head yes.

She takes my hand and laughs, pulling me over to the makeshift bed. It’s more like a giant fuck chair, but you can sleep on it.

As I sit down, I grasp both sides of her shirt in my fists and pull them together, covering her nipples from my hungry gaze.

Still, I clench my eyes tight and reevaluate the last week in my mind.

Olivia lowers onto my lap, squashing my hands between us and effectively smothering her breasts in my palms.

“Mr Montgomery, open your eyes,” she whispers.

“Just a sec.”

I should definitely fuck her. Right?

“You’re not what you think you are, Elliot. You can do what you want, and you don’t have to tell me or explain yourself to anyone else.”

Did Luce really mean that?

“About the restaurant thing—”

“I shouldn’t have brought that up. I meant what I said. We should forget about it.”

“I agree.”

Fuck.

“Who the fuck is Maxwell?”

“I met him on the plane, and he said he would show me around the city. He’s a friend, Elliot.”

He’s a friend. Why’d she tell me that? And why did I care?

Olivia’s hips gyrate slowly over my lap, and I groan, releasing her shirt to grip the tops of her thighs.

I should stop her. If I let this happen, it’s going to be on Lucy’s terms. She’s taken over my mind this week, living in my head rent-fucking-free.

But if I don’t do this… It will still be on Lucy’s terms.

Conclusion: I’m fucked either way, but a whole lot less if I walk out that door.

When I open my eyes, I find Olivia’s mouth dangerously close to my own. Darting my tongue out, I wet my lips, then encourage her to move back. She rolls over my erection, just like I wanted her to.

As I lift my knees, she falls forward, and I bring my mouth to her exposed neck.

Fuck it.

She works herself over my trouser-covered dick, searching for her release while my tongue dances across her salty skin.

From her smooth neck to her taut throat, down her chest to the swell of her full breasts, and then across to her— “Yes!” Her head falls back, and she lets out a moan that doesn’t belong to Luce.

Fucks with me a little.

She rights herself, smirking at me as she comes closer.

I frown.

“God… No. Don’t stop. Please, Ell, just this one time, don’t stop.”

I squeeze my eyes tight, trying to forget that voice.

That night.

The way Lucy rolled her hips higher and higher until my fingers slipped inside. The way she was dripping for me, begging me to not stop.

Olivia’s mouth brushes mine, and I reach up, forcing my hand between us and flattening my finger against her parted lips as I push her back.

“Sorry. They don’t belong to you.”

They don’t belong to anyone.

I sigh as I stand, letting Oliva fall to her feet. “Wait here,” I tell her.

As I emerge from the room, I find the second floor quieter than it was five minutes ago, but Charlie’s still in the same spot I left him.

No Amber in sight.

He smiles smugly as I approach him.

“Fuck you, asshole,” I snap, not needing his shit.

He holds his hands up. “I’ve got you, Montgomery. You get home to that phone and hand of yours.”

I shake my head as I stroll past him, my shoulders drawn back as I try and shake off his words.

I shove my hands in my pockets as my knees bounce with every step I take down the stairs.