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)
I have no idea if any of that makes sense. If I’m fucked in the head or what, but it’s how I feel. Like it would deepen the bond between Ollie and me…and Rory and me…and the two of them. I want them to love each other too. I need it.
“I would never push you to do anything you don’t want to do, and if anyone else ever touched you, I’d cut off their fucking hands.” I grin.
“Oh my God.” He closes his eyes and shakes his head, but there’s a small smile on his lips.
“We don’t have to talk about Rory right now, though.” This is about us. I brush my fingers through his hair. “Is your real name Ollie, or is it Oliver?”
“Oliver, same as my dad, but I don’t feel like Oliver. That’s him. I’ve always been Ollie.”
“It’s cute.” I kiss the tip of his nose.
“It’s me.” He shrugs one shoulder. “What was your mom’s name?”
“Moira,” I answer, easier than I should. “Everyone says I look like her. She played the piano…she loved it. She taught me too.”
“You play the piano?” he sputters.
I chuckle. “I’m more than the mob and good looks,” I tease. “But not anymore—the playing, I mean. I haven’t since she died.”
“You should play the piano, Cillian.”
“I don’t know how…” Not the skill. I just emotionally don’t know how to do that. Somehow, I’m sure he knows what I mean.
“You can. I know you can. She would want you to play. I would love to see it.” His brows draw together. “I always thought the piano in the living room was weird. Is it yours?”
“Tiernan bought it. It was his subtle hint. He’s not who you think he is. I mean, he is who you think he is, but he’s more than that. Rory is my person, but he would’ve never thought to buy a piano for me in hopes that I would play. We all give something different to each other. We are nothing without all of us…and now we are nothing without Dean and you.”
Ollie leans in and presses his lips to mine…and then we talk. We talk more about my mom and about his. He shares more about his father, tells me stories about their family hiking and going on adventures. How supportive his dad is. How they never had much money, and he didn’t know if he could make Ashford happen, but his dad would have sold their home for it if they’d needed to.
I don’t understand what that’s like, having a father like that, one who would move heaven and earth for you, but I’m glad Ollie does.
We talk until the sun comes up and even afterward, until our eyes droop and fall closed and neither of us can speak anymore.
Ollie kisses his way down my body, settles between my legs. He looks up at me with such hunger and emotion, it steals my breath.
I take his glasses off and set them on the nightstand. “Do it, dirty boy. Be my perfect little cockwarmer. That’s the only place my dick belongs now…in you.”
Ollie gives me the happiest fucking grin, then rests his head on my thigh, sucking my soft cock into his mouth.
I am in love…and there’s nothing I won’t do to keep him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Ollie
“Bunny, I fucking hate school. This is boring, stupid, and I want to be done,” Rory says from his spot beside me at the kitchen table. Cillian is on the other side of me, laptops and schoolbooks out in front of us.
“We’ve literally been studying for only twenty minutes.” This is something the three of us have been doing together the past few weeks.
“Here.” Cillian pulls a fidget spinner out of his pocket and hands it to Rory, who immediately starts playing with it.
“How long do we have to do this?” Rory asks.
“Why are you acting like this is the first time?” Cillian asks him. “He’s not gonna give in, and the more you argue, the longer we’ll be stuck here.”
“Oh my God. Your boyfriend is the worst, Cil. Why does this shit matter anyway?”
“Because you should have options,” I interrupt. “And because it might feel good to have a degree, even if you don’t use it. And because I don’t think either of you have had any structure in your lives, no one telling you this stuff is important, and maybe if you had, you would enjoy it. And maybe you won’t, but you should at least try. You’ve been given a really incredible opportunity to go to school. I don’t want either of you to regret not taking it seriously.” My voice gets louder the longer I speak, and when I’m done rambling, they’re both staring at me.
Embarrassment makes the tips of my ears burn.
“What?” I finally ask, when neither speaks.
Cillian is still looking at me, but Rory turns to Cillian.