Page 15 of Only for Tonight

“Yes,” Oliver moans. I grab his throat and pull his back against my chest. He starts coming, and it’s like a never-ending stream. I fuck him through it, making it sling everywhere.

I slam into him three more times, sink as far as I can go, and come deep inside him. “Baby,” I groan, biting into his shoulder. I wrap my arms around him, holding him. I look out over the club and lock eyes with Jace, who shakes his head and walks out.

Well, this just got interesting.

*****

I wake up the next morning and pull Oliver closer. He’s lying in front of me, sound asleep, and I can’t remember the last time I woke up this fucking happy.

After the club, we decided to come back to my place, where he practically dragged me to my room. He was insatiable all night long, and I loved it. Jace seeing us complicated things, but I’m not going to let him stop me from seeing Oliver.

I kiss the side of Oliver’s head and slide out of bed to go fix breakfast. I slide boxers on, and when I step into the kitchen, Jace is sitting at the kitchen island. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he demands.

“If you wake him up, I’ll stab you in the neck.”

“He’s here?” Jace hisses.

“Yes, he is. My question is, what are you doing here?”

“I came to see if you’ve lost your damn mind. Aiden said–”

“I don’t give a shit what Aiden said. He doesn’t control my life. If I want to see Oli, I will.” Aiden laid down some ridiculous rule that we couldn’t see Oliver again when I told him I wanted to find him. He should have known I wasn’t going to listen.

I start pulling eggs and bacon from the fridge, letting Jace stew in his own shit. When I turn around, he’s standing behind me. “How did you find him, Toby?”

“Just lucky, I guess.” I step around him and set the stuff on the counter. I set a pan on the stove and wait for it to heat up before I lay the bacon in it.

“Just lucky?” Jace repeats. “Did you fucking stalk him or something?”

I chuckle. “Or something.”

“You did, didn’t you? You fucking psycho.”

I get the eggs in the pan before I turn around to face him. “You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about him.”

“That’s beside the point.”

“No, it’s not. Why are you blindly following what Aiden said? He lays down a law that Oli is hands off, and you just listen? Since when?”

“Since there’s a reason he said it. He’s never told us we couldn’t see anyone except for Oliver.”

I turn back to the stove, flipping the bacon. “There’s something about him, Jace. I can’t leave him alone.”

Jace sighs, and I listen as he sits back down. “Aiden can’t know. He’s been fucked up since that night.”

“I know, but he won’t say why. I’m not hiding him like a dirty secret.”

“I’m not saying you should. Just until we find out what the hell is going on.” I throw some toast in the toaster and turn to face him again. “So? Is it as good as you remember?”

I roll my eyes with a laugh. “Better. There was nothing between us this time. No masks, no blindfolds, no restraints. He’s fucking amazing, man.”

Jace nods. “I know.”

Movement from the hallway catches my eyes, and I watch Oliver shuffle into the kitchen in just his boxers, hair sticking up everywhere, still looking half asleep. Fuck, he looks gorgeous. “Good morning, Baby.”

He smiles and walks toward me. That’s when he catches sight of Jace. “Oh. I didn’t know you had company. I’ll just—”

“Come here.”

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