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The Consumed Series The Seven Minutes
Seth pulls into the glamorous drive of a ritzy hotel in the heart of Boston. The second he takes the car out of drive, my door is tugged open by a balding gentleman in a red vest with gold hems."Good evening, Ma'am," he greets, extending his hand."Oh? Okay." I take the man's hand and he helps me from the car.I catch a glimpse of his name on his name tag. Michael. And when I'm standing safely on the path leading to the hotel's entryway, Michael releases me and Seth takes his place, threading his warm fingers through mine. He tells Michael about our suitcases in the trunk. Michael nods and retrieves our luggage from the car. He keeps his fingers locked with mine as we approach a gold rotating door. I let Seth take the lead, and he pushes through one of the glass wings. We come out the other side unscathed."Seth!"We turn in the direction of the shout, meeting the happy faces of Darryl, Jackson, and the rest of Seth's team. They wave us over and I'm tugged along. I admire the lobby as
The Consumed Series The Polaris Club, Part 1
It took Darryl six minutes to reach our hotel room. Seth only needed five and a half to help relieve some of the tension that built inside me over the last six days.I spent the rest of the day at some MMAC training center while Seth trained and the entire evening with the whole team at a fancy Italian restaurant a few blocks over. When we finished there, Darryl allowed us twenty minutes to prepare for Polaris and insisted on getting ready in our hotel room.I tighten my high-pony and smooth my hands down the front of a simple black dress. I adjust the collar that sits tight around my pointy clavicles and tug at the hem just above my knee. Happy with my uncomplicated outfit, I meet Darryl and Seth in the foyer. Both men have draped their bodies in fitted suits, Darryl's black and Seth's a striking graphite hue. Forgoing his suit jacket, Seth's white, long-sleeved dress shirt pulls tight over his broad shoulders and around his torso, showcasing a disciplined body made of stone. His pres
The Consumed Series The Polaris Club, Part 2
Jackson returns to the booth, still smiling devilishly, and informs us our lounge booking is now available. We follow him from the booth to the elegant lounges in front of the wide stage where three girls hang upside down, their breasts barely kept inside their bikini tops. Seth and I share a lounge, being sure to keep the Darryl approved amount of space between us.Jackson drops his heavy body next to me and reaches behind my back, tapping Seth on the arm. Seth leans toward Jackson, his body heat a welcome warmth on my cold arms."They get nude at midnight," Jackson shouts and I roll my eyes."We'll be gone by then," Seth shouts back, placing his hand on my lower back.I turn to him. "You don't have to do that."He arches his brow. "Do what?""Pretend you have zero interest in being here.""I have zero interest being here. These places do nothing for me and this club is a waste of my time." He moves to speak directly in my ear. "I'd rather be at home with you naked on top of me, your
The Consumed Series The Boston Moment, Part 1
Somewhere between crying, and listening to Seth smash things while yelling at people on the phone, I fall asleep. When I open my eyes, it's still dark. I smooth my palm over the cold space beside me and blink at the sitting room light as it filters through the crack in the door.I slide off the bed and wobble unsteadily on my feet. The pain in my thigh and hip feels more stiff than throbbing, but it still hurts whenever my thigh muscle clenches. I make it to the bedroom door and I grasp the handle, easing it open.I make my way down the stairs, scanning the area for Seth.But he's nowhere to be seen."Seth?" I call out. Did he leave me here alone? "Seth?"I reach the bottom of the stairs and stand next to a haphazardly swept pile of porcelain and stone. Against the bottom step, a dustpan and brush sit. I clench my jaw against the pain as I crouch and grab the brush and better group the sharp materials. Then, I take the pan and sweep as much of the glass into it as I can."You don't hav
The Consumed Series The Boston Moment, Part 2
I moan, moving my hips against him, wanting more, seeking more. Seth bends his knees, sinking lower, desperate to get between my legs. Pulling his fingers from me, he replaces it with the thick head of his length. Our gazes meet and he smooths his free hand around my waist to the small of my back, he pulls me off the wall, only to push me back against it as he shoves inside me, sending my pulse skittering. He kisses me, his mouth taking mine with implicit urgency as he buries himself to the hilt and I stretch around him, his girth making it almost impossible.The cold sensations of the tiles at my back are erotic paired with the lava burning wildly inside me, and I slide with ease. With every thrust and retreat, my body moves against the tiles reducing the destructive impact of his big cock. Each of his aggressive thrusts are fueled by six long days and nights, fueled by strangers touching what belongs to him, fueled by the same intense emotion that fuels me.The water runs, a gross wa
The Consumed Series The Repercussions
"I need to be on birth control," I murmur and he nods, pulling his fingers out of me.His spell broken by my statement, he pulls his fingers from me and cups more water in his hand. He washes me properly this time, using the water to clean everything away.Knock. Knock. I startle, gripping Seth's forearm. We never closed the door..."Come in," he calls, still maneuvering his hands between my legs with gentle precision.Come in? My heart leaps into my throat. Although the glass is heavily fogged, hiding me from view, I thrust my body against Seth's. The door we never closed opens with a squeak."Seth, when you're ready," Darryl's voice rings throughout the bathroom, sounding anything but jovial."We'll be down in a minute," he calls back, smoothing his hands down my spine to my backside.Darryl closes the door and I pull away, moving under the stream."I can't go down there," I tell him, pushing my palms over my scalp, moving my hair into the middle of my back. "What if he heard us?"Se
The Consumed Series The Boston Fight
I stare at him, and long frissons of nervous energy rip through me. Seth bounces on his toes, not paying any attention to the chaos surrounding him.And it surrounds him.The tall, foreboding cage is his only protection against an onslaught of rabid fans and haters alike. I don't know how he does it, how he can shut it all out and not crumble under the scrutiny, or the pressure. His intro music rebounds around the arena, lifting the fine hairs on the back of my neck. Excitement crackles in the air and I taste it on my tongue. It makes my skin crawl.It makes me salivate.Seth turns on the spot and finds me in the crowd. My heart races when his stare meets mine. He flicks his fingers, a gentle wave, and I can't help the smile on my lips as I wave back. My chest aches with the need to be close to him. He left before I woke up this morning. I haven't seen him since last night and I yearn to be close to him, to wrap myself around him and rest. Darryl prohibited me from being in the fighter
The Consumed Series The Devastation
"Will you let me take care of you before you go?" Seth asks, somewhere in the bedroom.I nod as I lie on the bed, staring up at the ceiling through swollen eyes and puffy cheeks. I see Dad's face. I see our faces together. Every memory I have of him plays out in vivid color and it chews me up. He was too young, too full of life. Working with Seth, Dad finally had everything he wanted. He was living his dream, and it was taken away in the blink of an eye. How could the universe be so cruel? How could God let it happen?The sound of the shower cascading across tiles floods the bedroom as Seth prepares it for me. When he returns, he scoops me up again, as if my legs don't work, or the floor is lava. He brings me into the bathroom, and I squint under the bright lights.Placing me down by the shower entry, he grips the hem of my dress and tugs the baby pink fabric up over my head. He folds it and sets it nicely on the basin behind me. I watch him bleary-eyed as he curls his fingers around t
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The Consumed Series The Epilogue of Vol 1
I push away from the heavy bag with a sigh, then drag an inhale in through my nose. My lungs burn, and my arms feel like stones. I pluck the towel from my shoulder and swipe it over my face. I've been slamming my fists into this bag of sand for the last hour, waiting for Olivia to finish cleaning the gym. There's no one left, the doors are locked, the blinds drawn, but she insists on having everything in top shape for when it opens in the morning.I can't say I don't enjoy watching her walk around the place with a determined little pout on her lips, because I do. I enjoy it so damn much.Blowing air from my lips, I lean against the ropes of the boxing ring. She does another round, picking up a missed towel here and there. I track her every step, my shorts growing tighter every time she bends over. Eventually, she enters my area of the gym.She doesn't pay me any attention.And it drives me crazy."Olivia," I call out, and she whips her head in my direction, her perfect, long hair whirl
The Consumed Series The Surprise Visit
I sit in my car outside Mom's house, gripping my steering. I stare at the quaint little home nestled somewhere in the middle of Sparrow Road and dread burrows deep. If I walk through those doors, I'll be alone in the house for the first time since Dad's death. The thought is isolating.Chase left for Pakistan this morning and Mom is spending alone time in a hideaway cabin in the hills. The house will be quiet. And I'll be alone.Loneliness has been the theme of my life for more days than I can count. I miss Dad. I miss Seth. It gets harder to pin Seth down with a phone call with every passing day. He calls me and I miss it. I call him back and he misses it. By the time we catch each other, he's exhausted and sleeping on the other end of the line before I can ask him how he is. He asks me to join him in every city he lands in, but I haven't had the heart to leave Mom alone, especially now Chase is gone.Releasing the wheel, I sit back against my seat with a sigh. The vermilion afternoon
The Consumed Series The Vegas Fight, Part 2
With a shake of his arms, Seth tilts his head to the ceiling, exposing the thick column of his throat, and he closes his eyes. His chest falls as he lets out a long, slow breath. What I wouldn't give to know what he's thinking. Is he nervous? Scared? Neither?A small eternity later, the referee calls both the men to the middle of the ring. He demands a good, clean fight, then sends them back to their corner. With a clap of his hands, the fight begins.Seth plays it cool, each step premeditated and predatory. Don, however, goes in guns blazing. Shooting forward, and swallowing up the distance, Don swings hard and fast, his fists flying through the air like sledgehammers. He wants to make sure that, if he connects, Seth won't get back up.I yank my blanket from Chase and pull it up to my chin. I clench my teeth together. My fingers twitch with the urge to hide under the blanket until it's over, but I told Seth I'd watch the fight.And I want to watch it......but only if Don gets what he
The Consumed Series The Vegas Fight, Part 1
I startle, sitting upright on the couch as the T.V. changes from the live stream loading screen to the emerald exterior of Las Vegas's MGM Grand. "Shhhh!" I shush Chase mid-story about some girl he met when he was stationed in Afghanistan by clamping my palm over his face and pushing him away. I've already heard the story twice. He's in love with her but doesn't know it. "It's starting!" On the screen, cars zip by, and people flood the streets, milling about like ants. "It's an eight-man fighting format," the commentator says as the camera phases into the arena. "The winner receives one hundred thousand dollars, a professional contract with the MMAC, and the title of Amateur Champion."They continue to discuss the layout of the championship and I tune it out. I'm too distracted by the grandiosity of it all as the camera pans over tens of thousands of roaring people, seated around the cage, ready for the fight. "It's a big deal, isn't it?" Chase muses between chomps of buttered popc
The Consumed Series The Swing, Part 2
"What are you doing out here?" I ask. How long has he been out here? Blush gathers in my cheeks at the thought of him hearing the things I said about him. About us."Hiding from Darryl." Seth lowers his hands and straightens. The way he holds himself with such confidence is breathtaking. "Saving you from your asshole ex. Again." I sigh and turn toward the swing. I sit down on it and pat the space beside me. Seth looks up at the worn branch while shrugging out of his jacket. "That's not going to hold me." I glance up, then at Seth. If he weighs every bit of the two-hundred pounds Chase claims he does, then I suppose it won't. I shift into the middle of the plank as Seth steps forward and drapes his jacket over my shoulders. The fabric envelops me and I melt into its warmth, into its crisp citrus and sandalwood scents. "I saw him follow you out here," Seth says, rolling up the sleeves of his fitted, black formal shirt. Each twist of the fabric reveals an inch of, perfect ropy muscle
The Consumed Series The Swing, Part 1
After the funeral, Mom invites over as many people as she can fit into her home for refreshments. They come in droves and I'm too tired to entertain, but I do it anyway. I accept condolences and hugs with grace and enthusiasm and I mingle with relatives I haven't seen since I was a child, relatives who live on the other side of the country. I keep Seth in my peripheral the whole time, wanting nothing more than to be spending this time with him since he flew all this way on the eve of his championship match. I want his touch, his comfort, and maybe that's selfish, but after the day I've had...I just want to be coddled. Chase keeps Seth out of my reach and insists on interrogating him under the guise of friendly conversation. I've tried to save him, but I can barely move a foot before I'm swept up by someone else. I wonder if Seth thinks I'm avoiding him, or can he feel my aura pining for his? Can he feel every cell in my being pushing against my skin, willing me in his direction? I hop
The Consumed Series The Funeral
Funerals happen a lot quicker than I imagined they would. This is the first time I've been at the helm of planning one and I didn't realize I'd be expected to make sensible and coherent decisions while drowning in an ocean of grief. I thought I'd have more time to come to terms with the fact my father has passed. I thought I'd wake up from this nightmare by now.To make matters worse, Seth is in Vegas. His schedule didn't allow a trip back to Portland for Dad's funeral. He demanded the MMAC approve his request for a twenty-four-hour leave, but they declined it because Dad wasn't immediate family. The championship fight is tomorrow night and it's a risk they can't take. And I get it. It just sucks. He's been so busy we've barely spoken. He calls me after midnight every night, but we fall asleep before the conversation goes anywhere. I miss him."Shit," I swear as the zipper of my dress eludes me for the millionth time.It sits between my shoulder blades, where I can't reach, taunting me
The Consumed Series The Breakdown
We pull up outside my parents' home and I cast my gaze over the property. It looks exactly as it did when I left Portland and I don't know why that surprises me. I don't know why I expected it to be any different. The glow of the sitting room light filters through the cracks in the curtains and I suck air deep into my lungs. Mom's awake.Dad's truck sits in the drive and sticks me like a knife in the heart. I glance at Selena who's looking at it too. She clears her throat, casting her attention to the road."Should I come with?"I nod, not wanting to be left alone with the tornado of emotion undoubtedly waiting for me on the other side of the front door. "Yeah, come with me."We exit the car and make our way to the front porch, Selena dragging my suitcase behind us. My palms grow clammy with every step, my heart racing. What's waiting for me inside? I grab Selena's hand and thread my fingers through hers. She wraps her arm across her body and holds the inside of my elbow. I lean on her
The Consumed Series The Declaration
I lie on the bed for a while, thinking about my brother, Chase. Does he even know? Will he have time to attend his father's funeral? I think about it for hours, it feels like. In and out of focus, of exhaustion, of grief, I remain on the bed, my mind too tired to process whether or not I've slept. I must have because the next voice I hear zipping up the stairs is female."Where is she?" Shoes hit the stairs and I shoot up in bed as Selena tears through the door, her pretty face displaying every thread of grief she feels. "Olivia?"Seeing her brings memories flooding back and I burst into tears all over again. Selena rushes over to the bed and climbs on, drawing me into her hoodie-clad arms. We fall against the mattress, our limbs intertwined."I can't believe it." She sniffles, her chest vibrating as she combs her fingers through my hair. "I can't believe it, O.""He's gone," I sob. "And I don't know what I'm supposed to do.""You'll know once you get home." She holds me for a while lo
