“Your calves. Seriously. So toned, so sexy.”
Ollie laughs. “I mean, you’re not wrong.”
“I know you’ve had a crappy day, but I don’t know how to make it better. Maybe I could spend the next hour showing you how much I like your calves. And, you know, the rest of you.”
Ollie’s phone buzzes and this time, he palms it and reads whatever is on the screen.
“I would love that,” he says, pulling me close so that we’re face-to-face again. “But we might have something else to do first.”
“Like what?” I ask.
“Could you go for a cup of coffee?”
Half an hour later, we’re sitting at a diner in Murraystown. It’s much less crowded than Drip, but there’s a steady stream of customers seated in booths enjoying stacks of pancakes, platters of roasted chicken, and piping hot coffee..
This place is cute and charming, but it’s not where I thought I’d be tonight. But when the bell above the door jingles, and a tall man with wavy dark hair strides over to our booth, I realize that Ollie had the right idea.
I’ve known Aven Wallace for nearly two years, and the smile he gives me as he sits across from us is warm. He’s beautiful, there’s no question about that, but I prefer Ollie’s golden good looks to Aven’s fair skin, dark hair, and brown eyes. Still, there’s no denying he’s handsome.
There’s no doubt this isn’t just a casual conversation or a chance meeting, but I still look to Ollie for confirmation. “You set this up for me?” I ask.
He nods. “It’s on your list of fantasies,” he says. “So, I want to make it happen. But it’s not a foregone conclusion. You can say no at any time.”
“For any reason,” Aven adds.
“Make no mistake, Fallon,” Ollie says, “Aven will call the shots, and I’ll be guiding you, but you’re the one in charge. Always.”
“I understand,” I tell them. “And I’m excited. So how does this all work?”
“You want me to watch, right?” Aven asks, and I nod.
“I want that, too,” he admits. “But first, we set some ground rules. We talk about anything we really want to do, and also any lines we’re not going to cross.
“For starters,” Ollie says, “I love the idea of Aven in our room, and he can look all he wants, but I’m the only one who gets to touch you.”
Aven offers a knowing smile. “Noted.”
We talk for a while longer, and I’m impressed by how thorough they are. That should probably serve as a reminder of how experienced Ollie is, but I don’t let it bother me. He shows me in a million ways—including the conversation we’re having right now—that he’s committed to me and to what I want.
I never would have thought that I’d be married at twenty-one. I never even thought I’d be married at all. And I definitely never could have imagined I’d be married to Ollie Jablonski. But the more time we spend together, I find it hard to picture any other future.
29
Ollie
I’ve done this countless times before. And I know Aven’s mind nearly as well as I know my own. We have rules set in place and I have no doubt he’ll follow them.
But I’m still nervous.
It’s not that I think anything will go wrong. I couldn’t do this kind of thing if I didn’t have complete faith in both Aven and Fallon—and I do.
My nerves are because I want to make this everything she wants to be. We may not have planned on getting married, but she’s my partner in every sense of the word, and I’m completely committed to her pleasure.
So, yeah, this is going to be good for her. Hell, it’s going to be good for all of us.
Aven’s sprawled out on the chair by the window. The curtains are drawn, though I know my buddy loves an audience of any kind. His pose is casual, but I can see the outline of his half-hard dick through the fabric of his jeans.
I can’t blame him, though. Fallon has the same effect on me.
