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“Yeah, but—”
I shut him up with another kiss, which he doesn’t seem to mind too much. “They’re home safe now,” I tell him, my lips lingering on his. “You’ve got nothing to worry about.”
With a groan, he drops his forehead to my shoulder. “I wish.”
I snake an arm around his waist. Careful not to jostle him enough that he spills his coffee, I tug him until he’s as close to me as he can get. “Do you need to talk?”
“I’m good.” He gulps down his coffee before setting the mug on a coaster that lives on the piano.
“There’s no way—”
“I’m as fine as I can be. I’m taking my meds, we’re making progress, and at least for now, all four of us are home and safe.”
I frown. “You’re really okay?”
He laughs, but the sound is hollow. “No. None of us are okay. But I’m trying to focus on the good today, and I’m also not going to dump my shit on you when you’re already stressed enough.”
“But—”
“Mm mm, no. You’re always taking care of us, Ell. It’s too much weight for you to carry.”
But someone has to.
“I just want to see you happy,” I tell him.
“Then give yourself a break. Hell, let one of us take care of you for a change.”
“I do,” I say indignantly.
“Not nearly enough.” Oliver turns himself so he’s sitting cross-legged on the bench and facing me. “Something’s gotta give. Both you and Rhett have been burning the candle at both ends, and before you know it, there’s not going to be anything left.”
“I just can’t relax. Yesterday, I tried, but how can I focus on anything but work? I have to. I can’t let anything happen to the boys, or to any of you. There’s so much to do, so much to—”
The rest of my sentence dies as Oliver fits his mouth to mine. I make a startled noise as both his hands hold my head so I can’t pull away. He tastes like coffee and sugar, like happiness and home.
“That’s much better,” he murmurs when he releases me. It takes the words a couple seconds to register, and by then, one of his hands is already drifting down my body.
“What’re you doing?” I ask once my brain starts working again.
“Helping you relax,” he says in between the hungry kisses he’s leaving all over my neck. “And then I’m gonna make you breakfast while I tell you all about the ideas I have for our secret project, and you’re gonna give me your opinions.”
When he nudges my chin up, I let my head fall back. Oliver sucks on my neck hard enough to bruise, but I don’t mind. The thought actually sends a new wave of desire through me, and I relax into it.
My dick hardens under his hand, which has made its way down my chest and stomach. All I manage is a groan.
“Just focus on how it feels,” he says against my skin. “Let me handle the rest.”
When I nod, he slips his hand into my sweatpants and past my briefs. In seconds, I’m fully erect, and he wraps his fingers around the hard length. He loves doing this—placing all his attention on one person and not letting them concentrate on anything except what he’s doing.
As Oliver strokes my dick, his lips find mine again. They’re soft and a bit swollen, and I never want him to pull away.
“Fuck. Turn for me.” Oliver slides off the bench and onto the floor. His knees hit the carpet as I swivel in place so I’m facing him, and he wastes no time yanking my clothes off. “God, yes.”
He licks my cock from base to tip before taking it into his mouth. My eyes close of their own accord. There’s something about the way Oliver sucks dick that has me choking on air every time.
“Ol,” I moan. I lean back, and my elbows hit a bunch of piano keys as I brace myself. The discordant notes sound throughout the room, making Oliver chuckle around my cock. “Fuck.”
He does something with his tongue that forces a grunt from my throat. As his head moves up and down, his hand follows. Opening my eyes, I watch him. He’s moaning and taking as much of my cock as he can, just like he always does. Sometimes I think he enjoys this as much as I do.
