Chapter 256 - Leapt His Way (2/2)

”Yes, beautiful?” he asked, peeling a leaf that got stuck on top of her hair.

”Where's Olivia?”

”Must be in the bathroom in the hall. I saw her and Maxen walking behind us.”

”Oh, okay.” Ava was a step towards the bathroom when Finn yanked her skirt.

”Milk, mama.” Finn's head bopped. Ava suppressed a smile and scooped up her child.

She passed by the bathroom where Oliver guessed Olivia might be. But with Ava's focus on Finn, she didn't notice the open and empty bathroom in the hall.

Meanwhile, out in the woods, wind and rain wreaked havoc. In the midst of it all, peals of laughter echoed as Olivia and Maxen ran to shelter away from the cabin.

The wind whirled, fluttering with it was Olivia's silk gown. She let Maxen drag her to their destination, which she guessed was the house by the lake.

True enough, they reached a small cabin, but before they could enter, Maxen halted by the door.

Grinning from ear to ear, Maxen dipped his hand in his pocket. And when he pulled his elbows back, he dangled a key in the air.

”Hurry up!” Olivia urged him, but all she got was his lips pressing on hers as his hand blindly keyed the door open. Maxen parted his lips, and in sync, Olivia did the same.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Olivia melted against the warm and sturdy c.h.e.s.t of Maxen. Their tongues danced and swirled, and a mewl escaped her lips when the tip of Maxen's tongue c.a.r.e.s.sed the roof of Olivia's mouth.

Never breaking their kiss, Maxen pulled Olivia inside the cabin, kicking the door close behind him. ”Just a second,” he panted as he peeled himself from Olivia. He turned around to lock the door, giving Olivia the chance to make a quick sweep of the cabin.

To her shock, it wasn't a cabin but a boat garage, housing two custom-made wooden boats inside. As if her feet had a mind of its own, Olivia found herself getting inside a docked cruiser. It wobbled as she stepped into the boat one leg at a time.

The sound of waves splashing when the boat rocked sent a surge of adrenaline in Olivia's system. This was a first for her and Maxen to sleepover in a boat.

She wondered if she'll get Mal de debarquement syndrome tomorrow morning after spending the night on a rocking boat. However, it was when the lock clicked, which made Olivia straighten her spine. Something about the sound heightened her senses.

A jolt of electricity spread from the pits of her stomach down to her legs, it made her press her t.h.i.g.hs together. Olivia felt her n.i.p.p.l.es hardened into peaks as Maxen threw the key on the floor and stalked towards her.

Air got caught in Olivia's lungs. She bunched her gown in her hands to stop herself from shaking with anticipation, although she was also cold after getting drenched by the thunderstorm earlier.

Seeing a shadow cast over her, Olivia's eyes snapped up to Maxen. ”Watch it!” she shrieked, but it was all too late.

Maxen leapt his way inside the boat and it swayed left and right when he landed. The hull of the boat skidded on the U-shaped dock, and more water splashed inside.

”Stop it, Max. You'll get us all dirty,” Olivia complained, but all she got in response was a smirk on Maxen's face.

Maxen stood while Olivia remained seated. ”Nope. Not yet,” he said. He unbuttoned his suit jacket and fished a flask from the inside. He sat beside Olivia and patted his l.a.p, urging her to sit on it.

Olivia bid as instructed and straddled herself on Maxen's l.a.p, her legs splayed like a wide V on either of his sides.

Opening the flask, Maxen held it upside down, pouring out the amber liquid on Olivia's c.h.e.s.t.

The scent of whiskey wafted in the air, intoxicating Olivia. She arched her back and inhaled the aroma of leather and wood as the amber liquid streamed down to the V of her c.h.e.s.t. Her eyes closed as the whiskey warmed her skin, dotting goosebumps all over her body.

”Now you're dirty,” Maxen spoke. He hooked his fingers on the straps of Olivia's gown, stripping her of the fabric. With her c.h.e.s.t b.a.r.e and ready for his taking, Maxen cupped each b.r.e.a.s.t with a hand.

He dipped his head and peered up to lock his gaze with Olivia. Darting his tongue out, he traced the trail of whiskey on Olivia's caramel skin.