Page 61 of Five to Love Him
Leo’s voice sounded sweeter than anyone else’s. “Hey, I should get back to help Joyce.”
In one of the many storage rooms of the school, Leo looked at us from the table onto which we’d lifted him. We were in the room with only one, but he still had our full attention as he always did.
“She’s doing fine. We’re overseeing her.”
“You realize I have a job to do.” He pointed at himself. “I’m the secretary.”
“But Joyce and Adam wanted to keep working for you. Let them do some things as well to get their experience on the job.”
The little wolves volunteering had surprised us, and even after their punishment, they had petitioned the principal to continue their errand duties. The vampire was all for work experience and had agreed enthusiastically.
We liked that there were several singulars in Leo’s office now, also enjoyed that we often got one or two of them to help out at the yoga studio. It was a lot easier to be outside the underground if we were with someone else we had discovered.
“They didn’t volunteer so I would have time to slack off,” our gleaming one said, but he sounded distracted. We assumed our kissing his neck had something to do with that. “Also, you know. Supernatural sense of smell.”
“We know.” We pointed at the window in the small room that was mostly oak wood shelves and old books. “We’ll air this place. And before you worry, we’re outside the door. We’ll make sure we’re not interrupted.”
“Interrupted doing what?”
Leo was still shy about the intimacy we offered. That suited us, but at the same time, he had started being more forward in the things he said and demanded, and he had confessed to us that showing his affection in public was much easier because everyone already knew that he was ours.
In this case, sitting on the table, he was being coy.
“You know we want to please you, and we’ve watched you look at us all day.”
He leaned back on his hands. We’d actually taken the time to clear the Latin textbooks off the table and wipe it down before asking Leo to follow us inside with a ruse that we needed his help.
“Maybe I was really just looking at you without an ulterior motive, hive. You’re always around, always there. I’m not sure I’d be able to avoid looking at you.”
“Were you just looking at us?”
“No, but I might have been. Seriously though, what are we going to do?” He looked around, mildly anxious.
We pulled up a chair and sat in it. It put us at the perfect height to do what we had planned on doing.
“We wanted to suck you off.”
After the first time we had been with him, we had repeated it, had gotten a taste for him. We hadn’t gone that much further, and Leo hadn’t asked for it, so with our hands and our mouth, we had given to our gleaming one, and with each time we’d given, he’d started to relax a little more when we held him, when we slept next to him in the nest of a mattress and pillows we’d built weeks ago.
“I really feel like I should reciprocate.”
Leo looked at his lap but leaned forward, putting his hands on his knees so he was closer to us. Little moments like this still made us think he was seeking our nearness, and we enjoyed giving it to him at every turn.
“You don’t need to reciprocate now. Maybe later. You may have been looking at us earlier, but we have been thinking about this.”
At the yoga studio, we did the accounting while keeping half an eye on Adam, who had finally started cleaning the floor. Our boss, Xander, had said he wanted to do some videos for social media, and he needed the studio cleaned for it.
“Okay, but seriously, this has to stop. You’re always doing everything for me. Can you please just ask me for one thing? I’ll even promise I’ll do it, whatever it is.”
We looked up from our spreadsheet at the yoga studio and missed putting a used napkin in the trash in the teachers’ conference room, giving Joyce the chance to do it for us.
“You would promise to do anything?”
Leo shrugged. He was wearing a short-sleeved button-down shirt. We had told him those looked good on him, and he’d ordered a few online, pleasing us to no end when he’d admitted, blushingly, that he’d done that for us.
“I know you’d never ask for anything extreme. It’s you we’re talking about, after all, the sweetest, most caring hive ever. Last week you apologized for not bringing me those strawberries for movie night.”
We still felt bad about that. Movie night wasn’t really movie night as it had been for Leo before he’d met us. We had picked a K-drama to watch, and each Sunday we’d settle in the window seat with all of us and lots of snacks, and he’d lean against us and complain that we could distract him without missing the subtitles while he had to keep his eyes on the screen to follow them. We loved movie nights, and we always wanted to make them special.
