Page 83 of Filtration Play
Ollie devoured their clit as the bliss radiated throughout them, and they soared, sailing across these sensations, not wanting to come back down to reality.
The water pounded on their forehead, and their fingers tangled in Ollie’s hair. He continued to suck, but now it grew oversensitized. Fin tugged him back from their clit and shut off the shower.
“Come on.” They slipped an arm around him to help him up. “Let’s get out of here and dry off.”
“Don’t think I’m up for much more,” Ollie murmured, the words barely audible.
“We’re just going to lie in my bed and watch a movie, gorgeous. I’ll get you some water and whatever pizza is left from those vultures. But right now, I need to hold you.”
The vulnerability bled from their tone, and Ollie glanced at them, a small smile resting on his lips. Their heart thumped hard. Yeah, they were smitten. Fin brought a towel with them as they headed back into their bedroom. After drying both of them at record speed, Fin hurled themself bodily onto the bed.
The feel of the mattress beneath their aching body was a siren’s song they could no longer fight. They extended their arm out, and Ollie curled up beside them, resting his head against their shoulder.
“How’re you feeling?” they asked.
Silence emanated from Ollie for a few moments. “Like I got my guts rearranged.”
A grin rose on their lips, and they lazily flicked his arm. “Thanks, smartass. No pain?”
“A little soreness, but nothing that feels wrong or off. Going to check my blood sugar.” Ollie slow-blinked, ready to crash out from exhaustion alone.
“Damn, you feel good in my bed.” They clutched him a little tighter. “I was an idiot for even attempting to run from this.” They sucked in a sharp breath. “I just…after all the ugly things Hera had said and then dealing with my dad yesterday…I didn’t want to ruin you too.”
Ollie glanced up at them, and the understanding in his eyes soothed them.
His face cracked into a grin. “Pretty sure it’s too late there. Clearly, I’m already ruined. And not just my hole.”
The lightness burst inside them like the first rays of dawn. “Did I turn you into an insatiable little cockslut?”
“A bit.” He teased his lower lip between his teeth, making it look all plump and delicious.
Fin leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. Not anything intense, just a simple claiming. The motion sent a powerful surge through them, one that rocked them to their core.
This was it.
This was what they’d been speeding down the highway at top speed for. What they’d been chasing their entire life. This slice of home, and they’d found it in him.
“You’re mine, Oliver Hale,” they murmured again, holding him tight.
“And you’re mine, Finley Williams.”
For the first time, they truly believed it.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Ollie hadn’t been to visit his dad’s since he and Fin had made things official, but now that a few weeks had passed, it was finally time.
Time to introduce Fin to his family.
They’d been nervous as fuck all day, even if they’d never admit it. They showed it in other ways, like tying him up and claiming his ass with three different cocks, cracking more jokes than normal, and amping their bratting up to eleven.
Honestly, he understood the nerves. Ollie was glad he’d never met Fin’s family and wouldn’t. After witnessing the result of a meeting—the black eye on Fin—he was pretty sure the sightof their father would make him violent. However, Fin wasn’t just meeting Julian, who they already knew. No, Fin would get introduced to the whole family en masse because Dad was hosting a shindig to celebrate Izzy’s new promotion.
And since the whole family would be in town, it felt like the perfect time to bring his new partner and introduce them to his family.
Fucking wild that when he’d been with his ex, he’d been fine with keeping his family at a distance. However, since then, he’d come to realize what support from the motley bunch of Hales meant. He’d also come to learn ways to open himself up that weren’t utterly terrifying.
And he had Fin to thank for that.
