Page 82 of Sweet Vengeance
“Damn. Cursing already. You’re easy to impress,” I tease as we sit down.
“I curse.”
“So you’ve told me. I’m used to people whose every other word isfuck. I like it when Naughty Ollie slips out or you feel something strongly enough to say a bad word, but I like that you’re more careful with your language too. It’s…refreshing.” We’re the opposite of each other in so many ways, but somehow, we fit.
“Thank you, Cillian…for this…for you.”
Damn, there are no words for what that does to me. Makes me feel like more than anything else ever has. “Thank you for you too.”
We chat while we eat breakfast. He tries to get out of me what the plan is for the rest of the day, but I don’t tell him.
Once we’re done eating, I tell him not to move, clean off the table, and then go into the living room for our bags. When I return, he tries not to look excited, but I know he is. “We’re doing homework?”
“For a little while. School is important to you, and you’ve been helping me and Rory a lot. I want to make sure you’re focusing on you too. Plus, for a reason I still can’t understand, you enjoy this stuff.”
He laughs, but there’s emotion behind it, heart infused in the sound because this means a lot to him. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
And then…then we do homework and study on our date day, which honestly wouldn’t be my first choice or even my tenth, but like I said, I know how important it is to him, and in some ways, it makes me want to make it more important to me as well.
We keep at it for a couple of hours, me watching the time too. Ollie loses himself in his work, and most of the time, Ilose myself in watching him—in the way his brows scrunch together when he reads, and the way his tongue often sneaks out to wet his lips. How he smiles sometimes when he’s working, and I don’t think he realizes it. He loves school so much, loves the law…and he loves me…and I’m determined we will find a way to make that work.
I wait until it’s almost eleven before I tell him, “It’s time to shower. Are you good for a break?”
We pack up our school supplies, then head upstairs. I get the shower started while Ollie strips out of his clothes. I make it as far as my shirt before he’s on his knees, face in my groin, mouthing me through the fabric and breathing me in.
“My cock,” he says in this almost feral, frantic voice.
“Is my dirty boy feeling possessive? It is yours—yours to touch and suck and keep warm with your mouth or your hole, whichever you want.”
He pulls my underwear off and swallows down my dick, looking up at me, all eager eyes as he takes what he needs, takes what belongs to him. It’s not long before I’m spilling my load down his pretty throat. Some of my cum leaks from the corner of his mouth, and I use my thumb to push it inside, Ollie eagerly eating it up. I jerk him off in the shower, let him shoot all over my cock and balls, and then I wash him and he washes me.
When we’re out, dressed, and ready to go, I say, “Wear good shoes and bring a hoodie. We’re going hiking.”
Ollie tenses, and when he looks at me, there’s no mistaking the emotion staring back at me. No mistaking the wide eyes and small smile, which grows slowly. “You’re taking me hiking?”
“Yes. Is that okay? I know that’s how your mom got hurt, but you said you like to go, right? Like to go to feel close to her?” He nods, and I step closer, tilt his head up so he’slooking at me. “It’s because you’re fucking brave, like I said. I stopped playing piano when my mom died. You didn’t stop doing what she loved.” And because of Ollie…maybe I can get the piano back too.
“You listen to everything I say, don’t you? Not just listen, but hear it.”
“I try to.” Because to me, that’s what love should be about. “My father…he wasn’t good about a lot of things. He’s not good to me, but he listened to her. If she had a favorite food, he knew it. A favorite flower, he got it. One time we were walking through the store, and there was a Care Bear display. She mentioned how they were her favorite as a kid, and months later, he bought her one. I’d forgotten she’d said it, but he hadn’t. I didn’t get it, asked him why he got her a toy for kids, and he said because she liked them, because they brought her to a time when things were simpler, and when I found the person for me, the most important thing I could do was hear them. That always stuck with me. God, I can’t believe I still think about that.” How can the man who talked to me that way be the same one who has ignored me for years? But then, I think about how I would feel if I lost Ollie, and maybe I would be just as broken as my father is.
“You love him…he’s your dad.”
“I hate that I love him. It would be easier if I hated him.” Sometimes I try to tell myself that I do, that I hate my dad, but deep down, I know I don’t.
“That’s not how you work. Your heart is too big.”
I’m not convinced, but I like that Ollie thinks it. “I don’t want to talk about him right now. Come on. Today is about us.”
Ollie and I grab hoodies, put on our shoes, I take his hand, and for the first time in my life, I take someone I care about on a date.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Ollie
Today has beenthe best day of my life.
