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)
“What are we doing first?”
“Breakfast. I cooked. But it’s probably getting cold, so we need to hurry.”
He leans forward, presses his lips to mine, then gets out of bed like his ass is on fire. A sexy ass it is too. He’s naked. I fucked him last night. I’ll never get tired of what it feels like to be inside him, to have him that way, to know he’s mine.
Ollie pulls on a pair of underwear and a T-shirt. I’m dressed since I’ve already been downstairs, making our food.
We head to the kitchen, where I have breakfast plated at the table—a cinnamon bagel because he loves them, and eggs and bacon.
“Holy shit.”
“Damn. Cursing already. You’re easy to impress,” I tease as we sit down.
“I curse.”
“So you’ve told me. I’m used to people whose every other word is fuck. I like it when Naughty Ollie slips out or you feel something strongly enough to say a bad word, but I like that you’re more careful with your language too. It’s…refreshing.” We’re the opposite of each other in so many ways, but somehow, we fit.
“Thank you, Cillian…for this…for you.”
Damn, there are no words for what that does to me. Makes me feel like more than anything else ever has. “Thank you for you too.”
We chat while we eat breakfast. He tries to get out of me what the plan is for the rest of the day, but I don’t tell him.
Once we’re done eating, I tell him not to move, clean off the table, and then go into the living room for our bags. When I return, he tries not to look excited, but I know he is. “We’re doing homework?”
“For a little while. School is important to you, and you’ve been helping me and Rory a lot. I want to make sure you’re focusing on you too. Plus, for a reason I still can’t understand, you enjoy this stuff.”
He laughs, but there’s emotion behind it, heart infused in the sound because this means a lot to him. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
And then…then we do homework and study on our date day, which honestly wouldn’t be my first choice or even my tenth, but like I said, I know how important it is to him, and in some ways, it makes me want to make it more important to me as well.
We keep at it for a couple of hours, me watching the time too. Ollie loses himself in his work, and most of the time, I lose myself in watching him—in the way his brows scrunch together when he reads, and the way his tongue often sneaks out to wet his lips. How he smiles sometimes when he’s working, and I don’t think he realizes it. He loves school so much, loves the law…and he loves me…and I’m determined we will find a way to make that work.
I wait until it’s almost eleven before I tell him, “It’s time to shower. Are you good for a break?”
We pack up our school supplies, then head upstairs. I get the shower started while Ollie strips out of his clothes. I make it as far as my shirt before he’s on his knees, face in my groin, mouthing me through the fabric and breathing me in.
“My cock,” he says in this almost feral, frantic voice.
“Is my dirty boy feeling possessive? It is yours—yours to touch and suck and keep warm with your mouth or your hole, whichever you want.”
He pulls my underwear off and swallows down my dick, looking up at me, all eager eyes as he takes what he needs, takes what belongs to him. It’s not long before I’m spilling my load down his pretty throat. Some of my cum leaks from the corner of his mouth, and I use my thumb to push it inside, Ollie eagerly eating it up. I jerk him off in the shower, let him shoot all over my cock and balls, and then I wash him and he washes me.
When we’re out, dressed, and ready to go, I say, “Wear good shoes and bring a hoodie. We’re going hiking.”
Ollie tenses, and when he looks at me, there’s no mistaking the emotion staring back at me. No mistaking the wide eyes and small smile, which grows slowly. “You’re taking me hiking?”
“Yes. Is that okay? I know that’s how your mom got hurt, but you said you like to go, right? Like to go to feel close to her?” He nods, and I step closer, tilt his head up so he’s looking at me. “It’s because you’re fucking brave, like I said. I stopped playing piano when my mom died. You didn’t stop doing what she loved.” And because of Ollie…maybe I can get the piano back too.
“You listen to everything I say, don’t you? Not just listen, but hear it.”