Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 104802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
“See something you like, Kitten?”
“What? No.” He whips his head in the other direction, and I laugh. “Can you hurry? I need to shower too.”
“Do you need some help? I’d be willing to get back in there with you and wash your…back.”
“That was ridiculous.”
“Yes, but I imagine it was pretty cute too.”
“Absolutely not.” He gathers his things, putting them in his bag. It’s impossible to hide the bulge beneath his jeans. Ollie is packing, and he’s hard…because of me.
I really want to flirt with him some more, but if I do, I’m going to want to fuck him even more, and I can’t do that until he heals some, so I say, “Have at it.”
He frowns, stalls a moment, then seems to shake himself out of it. “Thanks for letting me use my own bathroom.”
I chuckle. He’s got to try and get some jab in.
Ollie slips into the bathroom. I tug on a pair of underwear, then toss my towel into the hamper.
Ollie’s shower is faster than mine, and unfortunately, he comes out wearing a T-shirt and pajama pants.
“Take your pain pills. We should ice you up one more time before bed.” I look around the room, opening the only closet I see. “Do you have blankets and pillows I can use to make a bed on the floor?”
“You don’t have to…do that. If you don’t want.”
I try to bite back my smile. “Do what? You’re going to have to spell it out for me.”
“Sleep on the floor. You can sleep on my bed…with me…only because you’re staying here and protecting me, though.”
“Aw, you’re breaking my heart. I was hoping it’s because you can’t get enough of me.”
“I don’t like you.”
“Sure you don’t.”
“Whatever.” Ollie walks over to the door, double- and triple-checking that it’s locked before letting out a deep breath.
With a sigh, I walk over to him, hook my finger beneath his chin, and tilt his head up. “No one is going to hurt you. I promise.”
His face is smooth. He shaved while he was in the bathroom, and while I like it, I also liked the slight stubble he had before. I wonder what it would feel like against my skin.
“I don’t like to be scared.”
“What do you say I teach you some things? Not right now, but once you’re healed. Some fighting and defensive moves. Rory can help too. He’s smaller, like you. He knows how to be scrappy. He’s actually the best fighter out of all of us.” Rory is shorter than the rest of us, and leaner, but he always comes out on top.
“I don’t want to hurt anyone.”
“Look at it as you learning to take care of yourself.”
He nods, and then damned if he doesn’t lick his pink lips. That simple movement goes straight to my cock, and though I just nutted not too long ago, I’m ready to go again.
“Okay,” he says.
“You’re dangerous.”
“What do you mean?”
I pull away. “Nothing. Get into bed.”
I’m surprised when Ollie does as I say. I get the pills and more ice, then turn off the light. There’s a streetlamp right outside his window, a soft yellow glow spilling inside, so I can easily see to walk over to him.
I hand Ollie the pill, which he takes, then climb into bed with him, holding the ice to his ribs despite how fucking cold it is against my hand.
“I’m sorry…” he says, breath warm on my skin. “About your mom…and how your dad treats you. I couldn’t imagine that. My dad is my best friend. I don’t know what I would do without him.”
“Thank you. I’ve got everyone I need, though.”
I won’t ever let myself need anyone else…no matter how much I’m already starting to like him.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Ollie
The past few days with Cillian have been interesting, to say the least. He’s this strange mix of mother hen and bossy jerk. Half the time, I don’t know whether to think he’s sweet, an asshole, or totally hot. I mean, the hot thing is always there because it’s impossible to look at Cillian and not be attracted to him—at least for me—but there are times it’s easier to ignore than others, and I’m angry with him while at the same time being confusingly turned on.
It doesn’t help that he’s spent every night in my bed either. I’ve never actually slept in the same bed with a guy before. My sexual experience boils down to messy handjobs and blowjobs with guys I didn’t have any kind of friendship or relationship with. Like, in high school I used to blow the captain of the lacrosse team, but we never talked outside of our hookups. Cillian and I aren’t hooking up, and it would be the stupidest decision I’ve ever made to do that, but again, I’ve felt his nearly naked body in bed with me, he makes no secret of the fact that he wants to have sex with me, and…he’s nice to me.