Page 36 of Glory Troll

Gosh, please let him be there.

I spotted him immediately, my tall, handsome boyfriend, head swivelling from side to side to keep both automatic doors in sight.

When he spotted me, he pushed through the crowd that was surprisingly dense, considering the hour.

Bo didn’t seem to care much about the other people, or who he had to get past to get to me.

With a wide smile on his face, he handed me the gorgeous flowers he was holding, cupped my cheeks with his huge palms and kissed me on the lips.

A few people in our vicinity cleared their throats at his blatant show of affection. I didn’t give a shit about any of them. Nothing mattered to me but the man before me.

“You’re here,” he whispered, as he leaned his forehead against mine. “You came.”

Eighteen

Bo

The man of my dreams was right there in front of me, and I couldn’t wrap my head around it. I felt his body close to mine, his taste still fresh on my tongue, but my brain tried to protect me from being hurt.Again. As if he would vanish the minute I opened my eyes, I kept a close hold on him.

“Take me home, darling.” Ollie squeezed my hand encouragingly.

Home.

I took his bag, his free hand with the other, and walked him through arrivals until we reached my car.

“No idea how to get in there. I don’t think I can let you go.”

“I’m exhausted and I honestly can’t wait to get home and go to bed with you.”

I snorted and looked over at him. He’d said the words calmly, but a desperation burned in his eyes as he looked at me.

“Okay, that was all I needed to hear. Get in.” I kissed him again and unlocked the doors.

When we both had settled in the seats, I backed out of the parking spot, heading back toward the motorway.

Ollie’s hand came to rest on top of my thigh, kneading my muscle.

“Älskling,” I groaned, covering his fingers with mine, and fidgeting my ass on the seat. “Please,” I added, not knowing what I wanted him to do.Stop or go on?

He inched closer to me in his seat and leaned his cheek against my shoulder. I slung my arm around him.

“I missed you so much,” he whispered in my ear, his hand still holding my leg, but higher up now.

“Missed you too,” I gasped as he travelled up to the place where my aching cock strained against my jeans. Ollie rubbed me through the fabric, his thumb unerringly pressed on my head.

“Do you think you can get us home safely tonight if I say hello to him?” He swiped his finger over my leaking dick again, and I cursed.

“Yes,” I whimpered, fidgeting on the seat, legs spreading to make room for his hand.

When he popped the button and pulled the zipper down, a snarling growl of relief escaped from my chest.

“My poor baby,” he crooned as he freed me from my boxers, his warm fingers wrapping around my length, squeezing me tightly.

“Do you want to come in my mouth, baby?” His voice was raspy and turned on.

“God, yes, please. I need to be inside you.”

“Fuck,” Ollie cursed, gripping himself with his free hand.

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