Page 118 of Strange Lad

To be honest, I’m ready to call it a fucking day. I want to shower, eat, and cuddle up with Oli in my bed. All of this crap can wait until tomorrow, which is what we end up deciding. Tomorrow, we will escort Oli to the police station—his very own posse—and file the report against Morgan. Sonia points out during the conversation that the cops might want to question us about that kid Morgan drugged, which will only add more to our cause.

Eli and Phoenix stay at the house while my dad takes Oli and me back to the bar to get his car. We say our goodbyes, get in my dad’s work truck and leave. By the time I’m shouldering open my front door, I barely have time to react before Oli pulls me into a strong hug from behind. He rests his head against mine and shakes.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” I rasp, sagging in his arms because it feels so good.

“Saving me.”

“I didn’t…”

“You did,” he insists, spinning me around to look me in the eyes. “I thought I could handle it, but I froze up. I couldn’t standup to him. And had you not been there, had you not seen, who knows what he would’ve done.”

I cup his cheek, searching his face. “I will always save you, beautiful. However and whenever you need me to. I love you, Oli. And I protect what I love.”

“Finally gave up that last thirteen percent, huh?” he teases, swaying us a little.

“I don’t know who I was trying to fool with that. It’s been one hundred.”

Oli’s pretty green eyes brighten, and he leans down to place a sweet kiss on my lips. “Food?”

I beam at him. “Food.”

You got this. You’ve done endless research.

And I have. I’ve done so much research it’s scary. On top of it, I’ve upped my grooming regimenandpurchased a plug I wear at night. To put it lightly, I’ve changed my sheets way more often lately. Oli was giving me flirty eyes throughout our brunch. Knowing Morgan’s time is almost up makes the guy hot for me. I don’t know. It could be because I finally coughed up my feelings.

Idolove Oli.

Fuck, I’m crazy in love with him.

It gets stronger every day.

From his pretty eyes down to his revered touches, I amwhooped.But there’s also the giant elephant in the room, too. We haven’t had sex. Penetrative sex. Dick in ass, my dude. And my ass is going to be served up. Soon. Probably after this shower.

“Are you okay?” Oli asks, lifting his filthy shirt up and off his body.

I gawk at him in all his glory. Those abs haven’t diminished in the slightest. His big chest is so broad and full, I still kind of want to motorboat them bitches. He’s got a dark blond happy trail leading beneath the waistband of his pants. Thick arms that flex when he breathes. It’s unreal how ripped Oli is—how beautiful he is. There’s a reason I’ve given him that pet name.

And it’s this.

This.

God-tier man bod. Good Lord.

“Jorge?”

I slurp my eyes and drool back into my face, and meet his worried stare. “We can shower separately,” he offers.

“Nope. We are getting naked. You and me.” It was my fucking idea anyway—one that Oli was very eager to oblige.

“The rules go both ways, kitten. Remember?”

“I remember,” I grumble and rip my shirt off. I’m panting, torn between shivering with nerves and purring with excitement.

All of my fantasies about Oli have yet to come true. I want this to be a sexy shower, full of suds and boners and lips. My dick perks up immediately just picturing it. Ever since he humped me into oblivion, I’ve been anxiously awaiting until we can dosomethingmore. Anything. I need him to touch me. To just take what he wants.

But you can’t rush him. No, I can’t rush him.

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