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)
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Cillian
When I wake up in the morning, Ollie isn’t in bed with me. The bathroom door is closed, so I figure he’s in there. Last night was fucking intense. I’ve had a lot of sex and started having it at a young age, but I’ve never experienced anything like what I shared with him. It was like…fuck. Like Ollie was showing me a part of himself no one had ever seen—hell, maybe that Ollie hadn’t even known was there. Yet something about me drew it out of him.
I’ve spent most of my life feeling powerful, but nothing has given me as much as watching the way he worshipped me, the way he craved me, the way he wanted to be between my legs to sleep with me.
Because I bring him comfort? I’m not sure anyone has ever thought that about me. Some might argue their case about Tiernan, Rory, and Aislin, but that’s different. They’re from my world, which, right or wrong, changes things in my head. Not that I think Ollie needs me. He’s stronger than he probably knows. If he wasn’t, he wouldn’t have run toward those men that night. But he wants me in a way I’m unfamiliar with. Not because of my name, or who my father or cousin is, but because of me.
The door to the bathroom opens, and Ollie steps out. He’s already dressed, his hair wet from a shower, so clearly, he’s been up for a while.
He spots me naked on the bed, blushes, then his gaze darts away. “Can you like…cover up or something?” He waves his hand at me, and I laugh.
“Why? You saw all of me last night.” I don’t call him on the cock-warming thing because I don’t want him to feel insecure about that. I fucking loved it.
“That was different.” He lifts his arm, almost knocks his glasses off, then runs a hand through his wet hair, looking frazzled. It’s cute, but also not what I want for him. I want him to have loved what we did as much as me.
“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’t you feel 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.