Page 21 of For Fake's Sake and other stories

“Thank god.”

I chuckle and close my eyes.

I wake up when the mattress shifts and the quilt flops across me. Why is my bed moving? The faint scent of Ollie’s Ralph Lauren cologne fills my nose. Yes, I remember now. I got my man, my boyfriend. I slowly open my eyes and smile. Ollie’s sleeping face lies all crumpled on the pillow. His usually scruffy hair is even crazier as bed hair. This secret moment of simply watching him makes my heart swell. He’s here. Ollie is my boyfriend. His nose twitches, and he lifts his hand to scratch it, but he bumps into me before it gets there. Ollie’s eyes fly open.

“Good morning, boyfriend.” I drop a kiss on the tip of his nose.

“I forgot I was here. That was a surprising way to wake up.”

“A good surprise?” God, please don’t let him regret it.

“Yes, a really good surprise.” Ollie smiles, still sleepy, but my heart soars.

“That’s good to know.” I lean in and kiss him chastely with no tongues. How does he feel about morning breath? I needn’t have worried. He grips my hips, pulls me against his body, and sweeps his tongue over the seam of my lips, asking for entry. Hell yes, we’re doing this.

Ollie pushes his body so he’s rolling me onto my back, our mouths still fused as our hard dicks line up. I groan into his mouth as he rolls his hips. My stomach gets sticky from pre-cum from him or me. I don’t know or care. I just want more. I cup his arse to match his grinding and squeeze the firm globes. Ollie moans.

The ring of my phone startles both of us. Ollie pulls his lips from mine and rolls off me. I curse long and loud. My mother.

“Are you going to answer it?” Ollie asks, his head back on his pillow.

“I’m thinking about it. It’s fifty-fifty at the moment.” I rub my hand down my face. “It’s my mother.”

“Oh,” he says simply. Over the last seven weeks, I have told him about the crazy that is my mother, and he knows what she’s like.

My phone keeps ringing and ringing, loudly belting outManeaterby Hall and Oates. Ollie chuckles.

It stops, and we both exhale and smile.

Until it rings again.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” I snatch the phone and swipe the call. “What do you want, Mother?” I snap. Ollie rolls his eyes at me.

“That’s no way to greet your mother, Kit,” she replies haughtily.

“Then don’t call me at ten o’clock on Sunday morning, especially when I specifically told you I wouldn’t be available this morning.” I wink at my gorgeous boyfriend.

Ollie raises his eyebrows and holds back a laugh.

“I can’t remember everything you tell me. I have a lot going on. You know how busy I always am.”

“Then you have to be prepared for me to be pissed off with you. You can’t have it both ways. Now what do you want?”

“Lunch, of course.”

“I’m not coming to lunch. This is another topic I’ve already spoken to you about. Why don’t you ever listen to me?”

“I didn’t think you meant it. Patty Windsor is bringing her godson with her. He’s a delightful young man. I think you’ll get along splendidly.”

“No. I’m not coming, and I have a boyfriend. I have to go. I’ll speak to you in the week.” I end the call and turn my phone off. I grin at Ollie. “Now, where were we?”

Ollie pounces back, and we lose ourselves in the tastes and touches of each other’s bodies.

I stroll back into my apartment and walk down the hallway to the living room. Jack’s shouting at the TV as he kills whatever mutant army is on the Xbox. He pauses the game and looks me over. Of course I’m still wearing last night’s tuxedo sans bowtie and cummerbund.

“The walk of shame suits you, Ollie. You look like you’ve been thoroughly fucked.” He grins. I hold up my hand, wiggling three fingers. He howls with laughter. “Good for you, Ollie.”

I grab a beer from the fridge and offer it to Jack, then get one for myself. “You took a risk last night, mate.” Leaning back against the cupboards, I take a long drink and rest the bottle on the counter.

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