Ren
Might join the Blizzards. They need a good defenseman.
Thorne in my Crack
theyd take u 2. they take the shitty players.
Ren
Yeah, yeah. Visit next time you’re in town.
Thorne in my Crack
fuck off. but yeah I will.
Then, a moment later.
Thorne in my Crack
see that loss last night? was fucking shit, man. 5-1.
I groaned.
Ren
Spoiler Alert. I’m watching the game now.
Thorne in my Crack
dont waste ur time. game sucked.
I laughed and dropped my phone on the counter next to the stove. I flipped the eggs as the door to my bedroom opened and the sound of feet padding against the vinyl floor reached my ears. A loud yawn echoed as Oliver made his way into the kitchen and paused, eyeing me carefully when I glanced toward him. His mussed dark curls stood in different directions and his eyes were hooded in a way that let me know he probably hadn’t been awake for more than a few minutes.
“Good morning, sleeping beauty. Sleep well?” I teased.
I knew for a fact he did. After the events of last night, we’d decided it was best if all three of us went to bed together. Oli had taken the middle, and I hated to admit it was nice to cuddle him. He’d been pliant, snuggling up to KC while also reaching a hand behind for me. I’d plastered my chest against his back, and the sound he’d given in response had gone directly to my cock. But I was good and kept my mind free of dirty thoughts.
Mostly.
KC had woken around the same time as me, and when I’d told him I was making breakfast, he’d insisted on going home for his protein smoothie. I’d tried to argue, but he’d waved me off and told me he had to stay on track, and then he was gone to getan Uber to where he’d left his Jeep. Arguing with him seemed pointless. He was a soft guy, but he also had a stubborn streak I could appreciate.
Oliver inched closer to the kitchen island, rubbing his right eye. “Yeah, slept all right.” He hesitated, then sighed. “Thanks for last night.” Each word sounded as though it pained him, and I grinned, pleased.
“Yeah, well, the meltdown was partly my fault, Kitten.”
He growled low in his throat, not proving my nickname wrong. “You’re an asshole.” He climbed onto a stool at the island and rested his elbows on the counter. His shoulders curled forward, a gesture I’d come to realize was his way of trying to hide. “I. . . enjoyed most of what was happening.”
I flipped the eggs again and watched him from the corner of my eye. There was a softness about him this morning and he was adorable. All the sharp edges of distrust had disappeared, leaving behind a peaceful expression on his face. As much as I loved seeing his tears, this was nice, too.
“Want to talk about it?” The words came out awkwardly. Talking wasn’t my forte. It was easier for me to drag the emotions out of someone while they kicked and screamed. Manipulation was a tool I’d learned early in life, and I’d never had a reason to have a deep discussion with anyone. I didn’t let myself care enough about most people to do that.
“With you? Fuck no.” Oliver glared as I huffed out a laugh. His gaze turned gentle and he sighed. “I have some anxiety. I don’t enjoy being left out, but I didn’t realize I would feel that way.” He scratched at the island with his fingernail. “You and KC were very hot.”
“Yeah, we are.”
“Next time I’ll tie you up,” he grumbled, and I laughed.
“I’d like to see you try, Kitten. I’d really like to see you try.” And I meant it. I wouldn’t make it easy on him if that was whathe decided he wanted to do. If I was the person on that chair, then KC and Oliver would have to fight hard to get me there.
