Page 45 of Fallen Stars

And before I second-guess myself, I drop to my knees. Lick the length of his cock, then wrap my lips around the head and take him to the back of my throat.

“Oh, fuck.” He fists my hair and hisses.

While the sky ignites, I fuck Oliver with my mouth. Show him how much I want this. How much I want him.

“Shit.” His grip on my hair tightens. “L… Jesus, fuck.”

His dick swells in my mouth. I reach around and clutch his ass. Hold him in place as I suck faster and add a little teeth. His muscles lock up a breath before he comes down my throat. I dig my fingers in his ass and suck him off until he trembles beneath my hands.

Releasing him, I stare up at the man I’ve wanted as more than a friend for far too long. He pulls up his underwear and pants, adjusts himself, then drops to his knees so we’re eye to eye.

In his gaze, I see awe and wonder and something akin to love. He lifts a hand to my jaw and strokes the pad of his thumb over my lips.

“You’re a literal fantasy.”

A smile stretches my cheeks painfully. “Right back at ya.”

He drops his forehead to mine. “What now?”

One firework after another brightens the night sky through the trees.

“Not sure.” I drop a chaste kiss to his lips. “But as long as it involves you, nothing else matters.”

ELEVEN

OLIVER

A single truthcan change your entire life. A single action can make you see the world in a different light.

For years, I fantasized about what it’d be like to be with Levi. I created this perfect image of us in my mind. My heart fluttered at the mere idea of holding his hand, of lacing our fingers together and walking around town as a couple. A light sheen of sweat spread across my skin as I pictured his lips on mine countless times. And my cock ached at the slim possibility of having him in my bed, naked, moaning my name and begging for more.

In my endless stream of wishful thoughts and amorous dreams, I never had a clear sense of the future. Nor a true grasp of the potential reality. My lustful delusions of me and Levi always had this hazy aura. An ugly reminder that we would never be anything more than best friends.

Now, those fantastical thoughts have more definition. A hint of clarity. A touch of substantiality.

But not fully.

Levi West may be mine in all the ways that matter, but he isn’t mine completely. And that stings more than not having him at all.

Is it inconsiderate and foolish of me to want us to go from friends to lovers in a blink? Without a doubt, but does that change the fact that I do? No. Although Levi has told me point blank he wants me, wants more, it isn’t that simple. Not when his family sets ridiculous, unattainable goals and expectations for his life. Not when they force him into relationships he does not want. Not when we have to tiptoe around others and hide the real us.

“You okay, Ollie?”

I startle as Kirsten sidles up to me and stares at my hands. The same hands that have been putting a filter and grounds in the coffee maker basket for who knows how long.

Unsure how many scoops I’ve added to the filter, I dump the grounds back in the container and start over.

“Yeah. Just have a lot on my mind.”

I pop the basket into the coffee maker and press the brew button.

Kirsten leans into my side. “Want to talk about it?”

Can I talk about it? I want to. God, do I want to. But I don’t want to break Levi’s confidence.

In the past three weeks, so much in my life has changed. I’ve never been this happy. I’ve also never been this reserved. It feels as though I am constantly teetering on a tightrope, trying to maintain my balance. Swayed by my heart and head, I revel in my new relationship with Levi while I simultaneously question if I can keep what we have a secret.

Levi hasn’t asked me to stay tight-lipped about us, but I assume he wants as much since everything we do is behind closed doors or in isolated places. Not to mention, he and Abigail Calhoun are still fake dating.

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