Chapter 3
Bo
The Pink Chicken had become one of our favourite spots in the city, so it made sense to start there.
I’d secured a place at the bar for us, and Ollie stood between my legs with his back against my stomach.
“Does anyone catch your eye, ?lskling?” I whispered in his ear. He shivered exactly like he had done when we’d first met, and it still turned me on like crazy.
So does the sheer olive green shirt he's wearing.
“You look so hot, I could eat you up.”
He half turned his head, a cheeky grin on his lips. “You’re welcome to eat me whole later.”
I flashback to our first date at The Page Sage.
My dick hardened against his spine thinking about what had happened afterwards in the forest. I hadn’t really noticed his burr back in Scotland, but somehow not being surrounded by so many Scots here made it seem more pronounced.
It was like a subtle echo of the Highlands he’d lived in for most of his life.
Whatever it is, it's so sexy.
“I’ll gladly take you up on that.”
“And no, nobody’s caught…” His voice trailed off, and I followed the direction of his gaze.
I recognised him immediately. It was the guy who had waited outside the glory hole the first time we had used it.
He’d got his ear pierced since I’d last seen him, and his chest and shoulders had filled out quite a bit. He looked nothing like me or Ollie, either, which I liked.
He’s a Wolfman. Of course he doesn’t.
It still gave me a sense of peace. We weren’t missing anything. This hypothetical idea was an add-on to us, not a replacement for him or me.
“Him?” I asked, just to be sure. Ollie hadn’t seen the guy who had waited outside the glory hole. By the time we’d left, he had locked himself in the other stall.
“Well, yeah, he just caught my eye.”
“Good.” I hummed, palming his chin and kissing him on the cheek. “He looks nice.”
Ollie snorted.
“Maybe I should keep looking, then.”
“No. Nice is good.” I sucked his earlobe. “You are mine, Ollie. Forever. There is no one, ever, who makes me feel the way you do. No one I’d rather be with. Nice”—I nipped his skin the way we both liked—“is the best we can hope for.”