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“Balls, I need to take a very private shower,” Lori breaks the moment.
Ollie rolls his eyes. “God, Lori, we need to install a filter inside your mouth.”
He pushes on my chest, and I let him go to hug his brother. Lori comes my way. He barely reaches my pec, but the smile on his lips is kind of creepy. He crooks his index finger at me. Holding myself on the back of the chair, I bend my torso a few inches forward. My leg feels stiff and my body aches all over.
“Red haze or not, I will gut you open like a bloody fish and let you eat your own intestines as your last meal if you hurt him.” His saccharine voice is a huge contrast to the vicious words. But this best friend posturing makes me respect him even more because he has Ollie’s back. Even against a guy three times his size.
“Got it KKJ?”
I straighten up again. And raise a brow at him. “KKJ?”
“King Kong Jr. I’m very bad with names. So, I give people nicknames.” He shrugs.
Ollie is shaking his head at Lori. “Happy?”
“Ecstatic.” His friend smiles. “I needed to clear things up because I care about you.”
“Care less,” Ollie quips.
“Where’s the guest room?” Sully asks.
“You meanyourroom. It’s the second door to the right. Our bedroom,” I place a possessive hand on Ollie’s shoulder, watching how his brother’s eyes widen, “is the third on the other side of the corridor.”
After Ollie shows them where everything is in the bathroom and gives them what they need, he finally comes to bed. He lies next to me, and as soon as I lift my arm, he curls around my side—gently, so as not to hurt me, his head on my pec, leg slung over my thigh. The painkiller I took is slowly working.
“I’ve seen the cat, by the way,” I tell him, kissing his head and inhaling his honey scent.
“Pink?”
“I woke up and thought my house was haunted. Fuck, he’s ugly.”
He giggles. “Pink is a she. She’s a survivor. Don’t call her ugly in front of Sully. He loves her dearly.”
I sigh. I have a cat, a boyfriend, and his brother living with me. Who would have thought?
“Did my family mess with you? They are a bit protective.”
He pushes himself up on an elbow and looks at me.
“No, they didn’t.” His lips quirk with humor.“ And if you keep piss-marking your territory so thoroughly, nobody will dare to even say hello to me.”
“Good.” That earns me a little huff.
“Are you really okay?” I ask, each word takes monumental effort. “With…this?” I wave my hand at myself. He knows what I mean. “Aren’t you scared?”
He cups my cheek with his long fingers. His eyes are full of adoration. Fuck, nobody has ever looked at me this way. “Only of losing you. You can never leave me, not ever.” His thumb rubs my jaw, and he averts his eyes before focusing them back up on mine. “I need you, Rague, with me because…because I love you.”
Ollie needs me. He loves me. The thought makes me feel dazed. It’s intoxicating, invigorating, ratcheting up my obsession and protectiveness in away that is not healthy.
“I want you with me all the time. Want to take care of you, protect you, open my chest and tuck you inside, take you out only to fuck you till I fill you up, mark you as mine and hold you in my arms. You deserve better, but I don’t fucking care. Is that love?”
He doesn’t flee hearing my word vomit—which would have proved difficult as he’s anchored to my side by my arm. He snorts instead. “I think it is.”
We kiss long and slow. When his fingers brush tentatively against the scars on the side of my head, I cover his hand and push it more firmly against them. I feel myself trembling, and I squeeze my eyes tightly.
“When those scientists experimented on me, they kept me immobile on a bed for days, sometimes months at a time. My head was held down by a metallic band. I couldn’t move, even when the pain was unbearable. Didn’t matter how much I begged or cried. They ignored me. Controlled me, their hands held me down while they tortured me. That’s why I don’t like to be touched, especially my head. It reminds me of the pain, the helplessness. A small pat, a light hug from my family is fine but…”
“I can stop if you want. You can still touch me as much as you want. You can tie my wrists up while we fuck, so I don’t get tempted.”
