Page 44 of Sweet Vengeance
“It’s not weird. He just doesn’t listen to anything I tell him,” Ollie says.
“That sounds like Rory.” I like seeing them together, like the idea of Ollie and Rory getting closer. It feels right.
“It’s a dumb game,” my best friend adds, then looks at Ollie. “No offense, Bunny.”
“None taken.” Ollie’s gaze shoots to me, then darts away,shy and unsure. What the hell did Rory say to him while I was gone?
“You ice your ribs?” I ask.
“Yes, Daddy.”
My dick twitches.
“That was fucking hot,” Rory says.
“No shit. You probably don’t want to talk to me like that, Kitten.”
“Kitten?” Rory claps his hands together. “Aww, that’s cute. It fits, but he’s still Bunny to me.” He stands and stretches. “Anyway. I’m gonna go get laid. I’d ask if you want to go, but I’m sure you won’t. Thanks for hanging out with me.” He holds his hand out to Ollie, waiting for a fist bump, but Ollie just looks at Rory like he’s grown a second head. “What?”
“Nothing.”
Rory picks up Ollie’s hand and bumps it with his own before heading my way. He gives me a wink. “See you at home tomorrow.”
“Thanks, Ror.”
A second later, Rory is gone, and Ollie and I are alone. I lock the door behind him. “I’m gonna go change.” I need to get rid of my gun.
Ollie nods, still strangely quiet with me. I grab my duffel and head to the bathroom, putting the gun away first and then stripping down to my underwear. I’ve already changed my clothes, but it feels weird to be here with Ollie after what I did tonight.
When I get out of the bathroom, Ollie is in bed already, sitting up with his back against the wall. “Did you eat?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“What about pain pills? You need one?”
“I’m fine. It’s been a week. I’m healing well and don’tneed them.”
“But if—”
“I’m fine, Cillian.”
I chuckle. “You’re grumpy tonight.”
The light is on beside his bed, so I turn off the one overhead. I can’t wait to be in a bigger bed tomorrow night. Sleeping two people in a twin isn’t the most comfortable. I’m also nervous about getting Ollie to come home with me. If I can’t then we’re stuck here for longer.
I go to climb over him, but his hands on my hips stop me. Warmth immediately spreads through my groin, my cock hardening. “What are you doing, Kitten, because I gotta say, my dick is seeing this as something sexual, so if that’s not what you’re going for, I need to know now.”
“I…” he starts, then pulls his hands away. “I’m not good at this. I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“You seem like you were pretty good at it to me. I just don’t want to misread the signs. This feels out of left field.” He’s never touched me. Sure, his eyes are always on me, looking at me up and down like he wants me just as much as I want him, but touching me like he did tonight is new. “What did Rory say to you?” I sit on his thighs, straddling him. It’s not a position I’m used to, but if we’re going to do this, I also need to be careful with him. He’s still healing.
“Nothing. I mean, he did reiterate that you want me, and while I’m still super confused on how that can be true, it’s just…you’re nice to me.”
My heart stops. Nice is nothing. Nice is an act. “I don’t want you to have sex with me because I’m nice to you. I want you to have sex with me because you want me…because I get your dick hard.”
“I do…want you…” He looks away. “I don’t want to, but I do. I’m just not sure how to start this.”
“You’ve hooked up before.” He told me he’s given head.
