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If I could kill Dick all over again, I fucking would. I move to the coffee machine and try to focus solely on what I’m doing. It’s a relaxing technique Meg taught me, just to be in the moment.
“Would you teach me how to play the guitar?” Sully suddenly asks from his seat at the table.
Every evening, after having dinner or watching a movie, we sit in the living room around the fire, and I play a few songs while Ollie and Sully listen or sing along. They both love it. Sully falls asleep on the sofa most times, and I have to carry him to bed.
“Sure, we need to start with the driving lesson as well.”
“Driving lessons?” He lifts his eyes from his cereal bowl.
“You’re seventeen, you can drive yourself to school,” I state.
“Really?” he asks like he never thought about it. “But then I’ll need a car.” He frowns.
“Why would you need a car, Sully-doo?” Ollie enters the kitchen like a fucking wet dream. The grey jeans Michael helped me pick—Raph just huffed in boredom the entire time—wrap his ass like a second skin. The dark green hoodie is tight and reaches under his stomach showing the light pink fabric of the shirt he’s wearing underneath. His hair is tied in a high ponytail, his eyes look bigger and lighter, and he smeared some shiny shit on his lips. I fucking like how more at ease with himself he seems to feel since he moved here.
“To go to school,” Sully replies with a mouth full of Rice Krispies, earning a snort from Ollie.
“You, driving? The city of Chicago already has a number one menace on wheels, can’t afford a number two.”
I know he’s talking about Lori. I remember his driving while stalking me, and he comes here almost every day—since he’s still jobless and has a lot of time on his hands—and never manages to park his car straight.
“I could be good at it,” Sully retorts defensively. “Better than you!”
Ollie is whipping some eggs, and while taking two mugs from the cabinet in front of him, I grope his ass, loving the way he pushes it more firmly into my hand. He smells like the honey soap I bought him and my cum, fucking delicious. When I turn, Sully, as always, pretends not to have noticed.
“I know how to drive, I just don’t have a license,” Ollie replies, just as defensive.
“Then you’ll both have to get one. I have enough cars in my garage for all of us,” I say, ending the argument, which I always find myself doing. Those two bickers the same way I do with my brothers. Maybe that’s why they were at ease last Sunday during Meg and Linda’s lunch. Sully acts a bit shy around my family, but I’m sure he’ll open up in time. Something Lori had no problem doing.
Sully drops his bowl in the sink—almost breaking it—and after donning his jacket, he slings his backpack on his shoulders, knocking down yesterday’s mail from the counter. I want to toss him an apple, but seeing how uncoordinated he seems to be, I just pass it to him. He smiles warmly at me and I feel damn good.
A loud honking comes from the front yard. Uri is here to pick him up and take him to school. My brothers are helping me keep an eye on him until this Lenny thing blows up. He went underground after he heard what happened to Dick, the paranoid shithead.
“I left a pamphlet for you on the table, Ollie. Laters, bros,” Sully waves goodbye.Bros.I like it.
I set the coffee mugs down and grab the flyer from the wooden surface: Harold Washington City College Business Courses.
Ollie stares at it over his shoulder, and I can see the longing in his eyes before he turns and moves to the stove.
“Do you want to go to college again, kitty?” I ask, ready to give him whatever he wants. He shrugs, keeping his back to me.
I press my front to his back and wrap my arms around his lean body.
“Lori told me your idea to use those two floors on top of the warehouse as apartments for young people in need of a place to stay. It sounds great.” It really does. My Ollie has a big heart. And there are more boys and girls like him and Sully who’re just looking for a safe place to stay. “You should have told me, kitty. We can offer them a place to crash and a job working in the library cafè.”
“We?” He smiles, turning around in my arms. His happybracketssmile.
“They’d run shit-scared from me. You should take care of it.” I kiss his nose. “And get a degree, so you can also help me with office stuff, since you like it.”
“Really?”
I nod. I’ll need to get used to sharing my work, but I’ll do it gladly if it means having Ollie near me. Margery likes to have him around the office. They can talk flirtatiously for hours until I haul Ollie into my office and fuck his brain out—I soundproofed that room as well.
“You already thought this through? That was fast.” His hands are playing with my curls, massaging my scalp damn perfectly.
“Been thinking about it for a while. The college thing works perfectly with it.” I growl in bliss. “I’ll take you to school and pick you up every fucking day.”
“You just want to maul me in front of the other students to stake your claim.” He sucks on my neck hard, leavinghisclaim on me.
