Page 51 of Sweet Vengeance
“Hey.” I get up, tug on my underwear, and walk over to him. Ollie sighs as I hook my finger beneath his chin and tilt his head up. “Don’t feel weird about what we did last night.”
“Don’tyoufeel weird about what we did? You’ve never even been with a guy before! How are you this calm?”
I shrug. “It’s just how I operate. There’s always been a chance I’m queer, and now I know. I don’t give a shit about the other stuff, just what I want. And I want you.”
He swallows, his throat moving when he does. “What I did was weird.”
“That’s society talking, not you. What you did was hot. I’ve never been so turned on.”
“I highly doubt that.”
“It’s true. I’m gonna keep you, Kitten, for as long as I can.” Not for good. Never for good, but for a while, yes. I deserve this. I deserve him.
He makes a strangled sound, then drops his head to my shoulder. “You’re so confusing. I don’t understand why I’m like this with you. It’s like I don’t know who I am.”
“You do. You’ve always known. You’re just more than one thing.”
He gasps, then straightens.
“What?” I ask him.
“Nothing. It’s just…I thought something similar, but I keep trying to talk myself out of what I’m doing.”
“Don’t. And come home with me tonight. If not, I’m gonna end up staying here, which means I’ll be getting in a fight with Tiernan. I don’t want to do that, but I will.”
“That’s not my choice, though…it’s yours. You can’t put that on me.”
No, no I can’t, and I actually kinda love that he calls me on my shit. “I’m hoping you’ll do it anyway.” I lean down, rub my cheek against his. “I want you in my bed, dirty boy. I’m not done with you yet.”
Ollie gulps, and I know I have him.
“You don’t play fair.”
“No. I play to win. Always.”
“I don’t doubt that. And fine, whatever. I’ll stay with you, but I think you’re overreacting. And I’ll only do it if you don’t follow me around campus. No one is going to do something to me in the middle of the day, surrounded by hundreds of people at all times. They probably already forgot about me.” There’s a slight tremble to his voice he’s clearly trying to hide. Ollie is nervous, as he should be, but he doesn’t want to be. He doesn’t want to have to depend on anyone, and I respect that.
And if the guys after him are smart, they will forget about him, but I guess it doesn’t matter. They’ll die regardless.
“Fine,” I reply. See? I can compromise. “Put my number in your phone. If anyone so much as sneezes wrong in your direction, you call me.”
Ollie rolls his eyes.
“I’m serious. It’s that or I follow you.” Though I really should make it to some of my classes.
He plucks his cell off the table and types my number in as I read it to him.
“Text me.”
“You’re so bossy.”
“Eh. It gets your dick hard.”
He blushes cutely, and I feel the urge to grab him and kiss him. Kissing isn’t something I usually avoid doing. It’s just a thing that leads to fucking, part of the process, but for some reason, I didn’t kiss Ollie last night and I’m hesitant to do it today. Right now, the reason should be because we’re not about to fuck. What excuse do I have to kiss him if that’s not the case?
Because I want to, and I’m not sure how I feel about that.
“Hey…this…what we’re doing, you coming to stay with me, you know it’s just about sex and keeping you safe, right?”
