Page 1 of Hunk Sandwich
Chapter 1
Bo
With my shoulder against the doorframe, I watched my husband sitting on our couch, nose buried in a book. Sometimes, when he read, he looked so soft and unguarded I couldn’t help but fall for him all over again. His cup of now stone-cold tea sat on the coffee table before him.
Gods. What an Ollie thing to do. An indulgent grin stretched my lips wide when I remembered how he had insisted he definitely didn’t also have ADHD like his younger brother. Yet after about a hundred “Do I have ADHD?” self tests he had filled in online, he had finally made the appointment for assessment.
I loved the subtle changes the diagnosis had brought him. He was freer, more authentic, and more confident. It was beautiful to see him blossom into his true self.
His love for books hadn’t changed, so I got Ruby, the owner of the bookshop we’d visited on our first date in Kincardie, to send him a curated box every couple of months. The shipments from The Page Sage made him happy, and that, in turn, made me feel great.
Making Ollie happy was one of the most important things in my life. I gladly put in the work to keep on top of my mental and physical health so I could tend to his needs, and be his calm in difficult moments. “Hey, älskling?”
“Mm?” Ollie kept his eyes trained on the book.
Hyperfocus is a powerful thing.
“Do you have a moment?” I palmed his shoulders and bent down to kiss him.
“For you? Always, darling.” He followed my lead, smiling against my lips and pulling me closer for a deeper kiss.
“I’ve been thinking about the idea we talked about.”
“Oh?” The tone in his voice and the way his eyes flew open at my words told me he knew exactly what I meant.
After our last visit to the Pink Chicken, I had confided in him how much it turned me on to have someone listening to us from outside the stalls. Ollie and I were very into the glory hole there. And he confessed he had felt the same way.
“Yes, I…” I walked around the couch, sat next to him, and rested my hand on his thigh. “I’m not sure I can handle someone touching you like that. But these thoughts have occupied my brain for weeks now. And they don’t get any less hot.”
My sweet mate snuggled into my side, nuzzling his cheek against my chest.
“I know what you mean. The idea of someone kissing you—or more—makes my skin crawl, but it also…I don’t know.” He huffed.
“Yes?”
“It turns me on like crazy when I…” I hesitated again.
“Come on, älskling. Tell me. I’m not judging you.” Bo reassured me, opening space for me to talk about my feelings.
“I don’t want to hurt you, or for you to think I’d act on it if you’re not okay with it.”
Chapter 2
Ollie
Bo cupped my chin and tilted my face up.
“I know you’d never do that, Oliver.” His soft smile sent a gentle shiver down my body. Ever since we’d met, I’d had a visceral reaction to this beautiful man.
It hadn’t faded one bit. On the contrary, my love and devotion to Bo had only grown.
I melted into his kiss.
“All your fantasies are safe with me,” he breathed, then moved in for another.
“I know, my love.”
Courage, Bright.
