Page 30 of Two For One

I rolled my eyes as he pulled on the band of my jeans. O licked his lips.

“Let me make you feel good, and we can figure this out tomorrow morning,” he said, popping the button on my jeans, pulling my underwear down to reach for my cock.

I watch his lips wrap around me sucking gently, taking me all the way to the back of his throat. My head fell back over her chair as I let him make me come with the smell of Xiomara around me.

I slept on the chair as O slept with Xiomara.

Was I jealous? Yes and no.

Her small queen bed was no place for three people. The chair with the two cats on me wasn’t too bad. They were good snuggle buddies and I was making up for never having a pet.

O left the room first in nothing but his jeans, showing off his toned physique and those nipple piercings and a belly button piercing I dared him to get that he’s never taken off. Unfortunately, it suited him. My mouth might have watered as I watched him go into the kitchen, like this was his apartment.

“You, ok?” he asked, checking her fridge.

I shrugged, feeling pretty damn good, but I couldn’t let him know that.

“I thought things were good last night?” he frowned, setting eggs and sausage on the counter.

We are fine. I signed, getting up from the couch to put my pants on.

O sighed loudly, his brows furrowed, frustration on his face.

Don’t get your panties in a twist. Things are fine, I’m just wondering how she is going to react when she finds out you have been pretending to be me. I zipped up my jeans looking for my shirt, finding it under the cat who liked me.

“Don’t worry about that,” he said, putting the sausage on the pan. “Kneel over here and let me worry about her. “

This is going to be good. I signed, excited to see her flip out on O.

“It’s going to be fine,” he said, too confidently.

I knelt by the stove, looking up at him. It was a position I was very familiar with and when he cupped my cheek, with a tenderness I didn’t think was possible, butterflies erupted in my chest.

Damn O for being so fucking lovable even though he was deranged and thought the worst of the world. The door to Xiomara’s room opened, soft meows filled the room as she said good morning to them.

“Maleficent, you're so loving today, what’s gotten into you girl?” she asked and I wished I could see what she was doing. “I’m not complaining⁠—”

She abruptly stopped talking. I could picture her there with her amethyst eyes, blinking owlishly at O who was flipping the sausage.

“Who the fuck are you?” she snarled.

Her bravado was sexy as hell, especially when I knew how feared O was by many people. This little witch didn’t care who he was, though I suspected she knew what he was capable of.

“Good morning, Xiomara,” O said, breaking some eggs into a bowl. “Omelet or over medium?”

“Fuck the eggs. I asked who the fuck are you?” she snapped.

A beautiful, disheveled Xiomara rounded the corner. Her eyes grew round when she saw me.

“I’m the man you fucked last night,” O stated, completely calm.

“Yeah, fat chance it was him who slept with me,” she said, pointing at me.

I pushed my lips together to keep the smile off my face, down casting my eyes submissively.

“Actually, Ezra watched us,” he said, shredding some cheese.

“No,” she whispered.