Olivia - So you can fuck me and be gone in the morning?

Olivia - So you can fuck me and be gone in the morning?
"Good call," Billy said, claiming the mug like a trooper.

We collectively burst into laughter.

"I'm scared too, Will. If anything ever happened to her because of me… With me is the safest place for her right now. I swear if I thought sending her home, sending either of you home, was safer, I would. Please trust me. I already lost one family. I don't want to lose another," Harmon said midway through the laughter.

"You won't. Hunters don't quit on each other," Billy said, a flicker of sadness darkening his eyes as he thought of our father abandoning us. "Right?" Billy asked, looking between us, a small smile on his face once more.

Harmon signaled for the band to start playing again. I forced myself not to overthink more than I already had, determined to stay in the moment and enjoy my time with my two favorite men.

"Right. Let's party," I howled into the room.

"Fuck knows it's been ages since Bianca let your ass into a club, you old married man," Harmon teased, reclaiming my hand and leading me out onto the dancefloor as the band resumed their set.

"Say that to her face, I dare you," Billy shot back and we erupted into laughter again.

We spent the rest of the night together, just the three of us. Bianca was amazing, but the night life wasn't her scene. With my graduation, mine and Harmon's new jobs and the events of the last few weeks, it really had been some time since Billy partied with us. So it was good to see my brother unwind.

I laughed and joined in the banter as they goofed off like friends again. We danced the night away. Billy elected to get even more wasted despite Harmon's disapproval. Seeing Harmon nurse the same drink for ages, I opted to do the same. I recalled his many declarations of being unwilling to fuck me while I was drunk and he wasn't. In the back of my mind, I kept expecting him to disappear.

If he wasn't going to be there when I woke up in the morning, I needed him to touch me tonight. Fuck the doubts out of me.

Billy and Harmon's paranoia made them move us from the initial suite, a fact I did not appreciate and was unaware of.

"I'm not staying in the same room as you," I whined as we stumbled into the suite at three in the morning with Billy between Harmon and I, an arm slung around each of us.

"Don't like spending the night with daddy, baby girl?" Harmon questioned, making my eyes explode out of my skull.

"What the fuck?" I whispered to him as we dropped Billy onto the couch.

"For safety. Same as Harmon's suite," an almost black out drunk, half asleep, Billy slurred.

I turned beet red, listening to my brother compare himself to Harmon.

"There's no fucking way he doesn't know," Harmon said through chuckles, throwing his head back.

"Be responsible, Olive," Billy lectured in his sleep.

"You think this is funny? You can't say shit like that in front of him," I said angrily, the night catching up to me.

"There are three bedrooms. You don't have to sleep with daddy if you don't want to," Harmon said, grabbing my wrist as I attempted to storm away from him.

His voice was stern. Stoic. Cryptic. His eyes were cast down. I couldn't read him.

"Is that what you want? To spend the night in separate beds?" I snapped at him, the familiar sting of rejection rearing its ugly head.

He yanked on my wrist and dragged me along until we got to the nearest seat. Then he sat down and pulled me into his lap.

"I need a second, okay?" I said with a sigh, looking down at his fierce grip on my wrist. "I just—"

His mouth closed over mine possessively. His fingers were in my hair, pulling pins out and letting them drop to the floor.

"Don't feel like giving you one. Strip," he said, when he finally detached his mouth from mine, having sucked the air out of my lungs with his dominating mouth.

At some point, I had moved to straddle him. My hands cupped his neck as my body surrendered to his. How quickly spreading my legs for him had become second nature. Even with the somber mood I was in and my aching body begging for reprieve.

"So you can fuck me and be gone in the morning?" I hissed at him as his mouth moved down my jawline.

We both froze for a second, the words settling between us. The tension in the air was strifling. My heart was in my throat as I waited for him to move again. Speak again.

"What did I tell you about me seeing shame in you because we're fucking?" he bellowed, raising enraged eyes up to me.

He ripped the kimono open, making me gasp as my pulse picked up speed. My mouth was dry as I watched him attack my breasts with his mouth.

"I fucking saw the look in your eyes when he said we're not fucking. I don't give two fucks what he does or doesn't hear. I'm about to prove he's wrong, Olivia," Harmon deadpanned, his hands forcing the layers I had on under the kimono up my thighs.

"That's not how you take the damn thing off," I sassed, my hand overlapping his as it landed on my thigh.

"We're past taking the fucking thing off, Olivia," he retorted.

One of his hands groped a breast while another slid from my outer thigh to between my legs. His touch illicited a moan from me.

"Harmon, we can't do this," I said in vain, licking my lips as I watched my fingers unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.

"Take my hard dick out of my pants, Olivia," he countered sternly.