Page 42 of Tangled With You

“Ollie’s right,” Trevor said, then pointed to Mario, Quince,and Liam. “You three go grab an hour.”

“You, too,” Ollie said. “You skipped your last break.”

Trevor hesitated.

“Go,” Ollie insisted. “You’re on the strike team, you needto be fresh.”

“So do you.”

Ollie shook his head, “My only job is carrying the money.”

“Being a walking, talking target is what you mean.”

“It is what it is.”

“Ollie...”

“Go. I’m going to work with Denny.”

Trevor frowned, but nodded. “One hour. Then I’m back, andit’s your turn.”

“Yes, sir,” Ollie said with a salute that had Trevor rollinghis eyes.

He wished he could go crash with Trevor now, but that wasjust selfishness. He’d be more help to Denny, and they both needed actualsleep.

The thought made him smile. They were together now—trulytogether, with the whole world knowing. Or as much of the world that wascurrently bunking at Chez Stark. Which, as far as Ollie was concerned, waspretty much everyone.

Except for his mom and dad and Courtney, the people underthis roof made up his entire world. They were there for him, which meant theywere there for Courtney.

They were a team. All of them.

And that felt pretty damn nice.

* * * *

“So what do you think?” Ollie asked, his armoutstretched to show off his house, now fully refurbished.

“It’s incredible. You did an amazing job.”

“We did,” Ollie said, moving closer to take Trevor’shands. “I’m glad you’re moving in.”

Trevor’s pulse picked up its tempo. “Yeah. Me, too.”

“Come on,” Ollie said, releasing Trevor’s hands andcocking his head. “Let me show you where you’re sleeping.”

“Sleeping…?”

“Or not sleeping.” Ollie’s eyes glinted with amusement.“I have plans for you.”

“Oh, yeah?” Trevor could feel his whole body heating up,anticipation rising.

“Most definitely.” Ollie climbed onto the bed, thenstraddled Trevor before moving higher and higher until his lips brushedTrevor’s own. “So many plans.”

“Tell me,” Trevor demanded, barely able to breathe, hisfingers digging into the sheets, desperate for this man’s words, his touch, hiscock.

“I’m going to kiss you,” Ollie said. “I’m going towhisper into your ear how much I want you. How much I crave the feel of yourskin against mine. How deep I want to kiss you. How desperate I am for thetaste of your cock. And most of all, how much I want you to fuck me. To ownme.”

“Yes.” It was the only word he could manage through thehaze of lust that was surrounding him. “Ollie, oh, god, yes.”