Page 40 of Glory Troll

We both slumped back to the bed, hearts pounding and gasping for breath.

“I fucking love you so much,” Ollie rasped, reaching out to take my hand.

His taste still coating my tongue, I brought our hands up to my mouth and kissed them. “Thank you,” I whispered. “Thank you for loving me, Ollie.”

Twenty-one

Ollie

“Good morning, my love.” Bo’s warm breath at my ear sent delicious goosebumps down my spine.

“What time is it?” I sighed, snuggling deeper under the duvet. I never wanted to wake up anywhere but in his bed.

“Nearly seven. I need to be at the rink at eight, but I didn’t want to go without letting you know.” A warm hand skimmed down my spine to palm my ass. “Waking up next to you is the best thing in the world.” Bo grunted, bucking his hips so his cock slid against mine.

“Best thing ever,” I muttered, still so sleepy, but forever turned on like crazy by him.

“Go back to sleep. There’s food in the fridge, and a key for you on the hook by the door. The rink is close, in case you want to pick me up later.” He ran his nose up my neck, letting me feel his fangs on my skin. “And I left you a credit card on the table in the kitchen. Use that for anything you need today.” He nipped my skin.

I probably wouldn’t do that.

“Oliver?”

“Mm?” I hummed, squinting at him in the way too bright morning light streaming in through the glass double doors.

“I want you to use the card. Understood?”

Okay, stern Troll daddy Bo is my weakness.

“Understood, you hot thing.”

With a smirk, he leaned in to kiss me. “This hot thing can’t wait to be back in bed with you after the game tonight. Winning always makes me so horny.”

“How do you know you’ll win?“ I asked, only to immediately give myself a mental smack around the head.

Bo didn’t seem to take offence. His smirk widened, and he ground his hard cock against mine. “I will make sure we win. For you.”

He extracted himself from the bed with one last kiss on my lips.

I watched him swagger out of the room, naked, with his long blond hair mussed from sleep, and admiring the play of his muscles as he walked.

Especially in his glorious arse.

I drifted in and out of sleep, only faintly aware of Bo having a shower and then making himself a protein shake for breakfast.

“I’m leaving,” he whispered, appearing suddenly next to the bed, leaning down and kissing me again. I felt him straighten up and look at me for a long moment. “Gods, I love you in my bed, Ollie.”

The next thing I knew was that I heard the front door snap shut and sleep took me under again.

Hours later, I was finally back among the living. My sweet Troll was right. Waking up in his bed was the best fucking thing. Waking up sweaty and covered in dried cum? Not so much.

Chortling to myself like an elderly gentleman, I swung my legs out of bed and made my way into Bo’s enormous shower. With my head tilted up into the warm spray and letting the water wash away the evidence of last night’s intense fucking, I remembered what he’d told me.

He’d left a key for me. Ugh, my traitorous little heart squeezed so hard it made me gasp and promptly inhale a mouthful of water.

Fuck! But Bo has a key for me.

My beautiful man… God, I couldn’t wait to shower with him.All the showers, that’s what he had promised me.

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