“Pa!” I groaned. “You spend way too much time with Barber. My Papa Bear would never say that.”
He chuckled. “You’re right. I should probably break up with him, huh?”
“Too late. He’s clingier than a bad case of herpes.”
We looked at each other, then started laughing, hard and loud and in a way that made us sound diabolical. We fell back on the edge of the bed, and he nudged his shoulder against mine when we finally settled down enough to talk.
“Text Oli. Explain. Tell him your thought process. He deserves to know. And if you still want to go on a date with thistattooed hottie, as you described him, then do it. You’re young and free to do what you want.”
“Even if Barber kills me for getting head from Oli and then running?”
Pa shook his head. “He’ll get over it, and I’m sure Oli will understand whatever you’re feeling. He’s a good boy.”
“Not a boy,” I grumbled.
“Anyone under thirty is a boy.” He patted me on the head as if I was still thirteen, then left my bedroom, quietly shutting the door behind himself.
Pa was right. I had to be an adult about this. I wasn’t going to intentionally hurt Oli, which meant being honest with him. Before my dick was in his mouth, I hadn’t known he liked me.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about him. My head was a mess with images of Oli sucking my dick, of the satisfied face he made when he swallowed my cum, of his wide eyes and even wider smile, which stole my breath.
I’d never thought about him on his knees for me, but now he filled my mind. I hadn’t wanted to think about this because I wanted to respect Barber, but that was in the rearview mirror.
I growled in irritation and yanked my phone out of my pocket. My thumbs jabbed the screen as I brought up Oli’s phone number. I didn’t even remember how I’d gotten it anymore. We’d probably both been helping Barber with something.
KC
Sorry for leaving like that. You ok?
It was almost as if he was waiting for my text because he responded immediately.
Oli
I’m fine. Are you? Want to do it again?
I scrubbed a palm down the side of my face and stared up at the ceiling. This was fucked, right? Because my answer should’ve been an instantaneous no, but I wanted to say yes. Oli was fucking adorable. Not dangerous like Ren, but he definitely had something about him that made my body go “yes fucking please.”
KC
I’m going on a date, probably tmrrw.
I hit Send, then started typing again.
KC
Listen, this is strange for me. I didn’t know you were into me. But I want to go out with Ren, too. Is that wrong?
Of course it was fucking wrong. I was being so stupid about this.
KC
Im a horrible person.
Oli started typing, then stopped. Started again. Stopped.
I watched the flickering dots appear and disappear and held my breath. My thumbs trembled above the phone screen as I resisted the urge to respond with more bullshit. I’d said what I needed to say and it was his turn. I wasn’t going to bombard him with messages.
Oli
