Page 72 of Win You Over
Tucking my phone in my pocket, I stand and make my way back up to the villa. I find Holden in the bedroom, sprawled out on his stomach, his face buried in the pillows. Both our bags are packed, waiting at the side of the bed.
“Baby? What are you doing?”
“Saying goodbye to the bed,” he mumbles, turning his face towards me. “It’s so big and comfortable and I think I love it.”
I laugh, sit down next to him, and rest a hand on his lower back.
“It’s just a bed, Hold. But sure, take your time saying goodbye.”
He rolls onto his back, his dark hair loose and spreading out on the pillow like a halo.
“You can’t understand. Not until you’re sharing the smallest double bed ever with someone as restless as Theo.” He shakes his head, then spreads his limbs wider. My mind snags on this little nugget he dropped.
“Um…rewind for a second.”
Holden pushes up onto his elbows, his eyebrows pulled into a frown.
“Yeah?”
“You and Theo share a bed?” Blood pulses in my ears and there’s this tightening in my chest when I play that scenario in my mind.
“Yes. We share a tiny room and an equally tiny bed in a shitty apartment. We have for almost two years now.”
My hand clenches at the sheets, and I lean forward, bringing my face closer to his.
“Leeutjie, are you telling me you share a bed with another man?”
He tips his head, teasing his lips over mine.
“Notjustanother man. My best friend. We’ve been sleeping in the same bed since we were kids having sleepovers.”
A growl builds in my chest and I bite his lip, loving the way he hisses when I pull on the flesh.
“You don’t see a problem with this?”
“Nope,” Holden says, popping the p, a smile twisting his lips. He is the finest form of trouble. I am totally screwed.
My fingers find his ribs and I dig them in, making him squirm and fall onto his back, laughter bubbling out as I continue to jab him in the ribs. The sound is beyond beautiful and I find myself hoping I will hear it for the rest of my life. It’s a jarring thought because I have never considered my future with another person. Until him.
Covering Holden’s body with mine, I bite him hard on the neck, making sure to leave a very visible, very prominent mark.
Holden writhes beneath me, and I slide my leg between his. His cock stiffens, and he rolls his hips.
“Are you jealous?” he asks, his voice a shuddering whisper as he continues to move himself against me.
“Fuck yes. I will never tell you what you can and can’t do, but baby, I’m buying you separate beds.”
Holden laughs, the noise morphing from delight to a deep groan as I apply pressure between his legs.
“Don’t…” he sucks in a breath, his chest rising with the action. “…be ridiculous.”
I nip his jaw, moving my tongue and teeth downwards, to his neck, his collarbone and then lift his t-shirt and continue my journey southward.
“Not ridiculous. You’re mine, Holden. The only person you should share a bed with is me.”
Sliding down the waistband of his shorts, I free his cock, wrap my hand around it and stroke. My tongue traces along his happy trail, into the dip of his V and then ghosts over his tip. And then I stop.
Holden whines like the needy kitty that he is, canting his hips.
