Chapter 29 Oliver
Shit.
I hadn’t meant to be a peeping Tom, but now that I’m here, I can’t seem to make myself turn away.
Kat had left Nathan’s office looking upset, and while I was pretty sure that Des was going after her, I wanted to make sure.
I’d followed him long enough to see him leave out the sliding glass door in the kitchen with a tray of s’mores ingredients before I turned around and went back up to my room, but something was eating at me.
Why s’mores?
Kat had looked upset, not like she was craving a bonfire, and the more I thought about it, the more it ate away at me until I did the only thing I could think of to put myself at ease.
I looked out the window of my room to find them, in fact, sitting by the fire, a tray full of s’mores ingredients and…
Kat straddles Des’s lap.
They're both fully clothed as far as I can see, but even from up here I see her hips roll, and if I weren’t already hard, I sure as hell would be now.
This is wrong. I should close the curtain and give them their privacy.
But at the same time, they are in the backyard; it’s not like they’re in their room, and I’m watching on the camera. They chose to be out in the open.
I stand, cock throbbing, begging to be released as I debate what to do.
Reaching out, I grip the curtain, telling myself it’s wrong to watch without consent, just as Desmond’s eyes snap up as if he can feel my gaze. My heart hammers in my chest as I stand frozen, worried he’s going to tell her or call me out.
He does neither. Instead, a wicked smile curves his lips before he leans in to press those same lips to Kat’s neck. I’m jealous that his lips are on her, but even more so, I’m envious of the way she responds to him as she lets her head fall back to give him better access.
I drop my hand from the curtain and quickly move to shut off my light.
As wrong as it might be, I can’t seem to help myself when it comes to Kat.
I watch, chest rising and falling like I just ran a marathon, as Des lifts her with an arm wrapped around her waist to free his cock before pulling her sleep pants down to her knees.
She tenses up as he sinks into her, and I hold my cock, squeezing at the base, waiting for him to move, wishing they were facing the other way so I could see her face.
“Fuckkkk,” I hiss aloud as I watch them, and instead of him moving, she begins riding him.
I’m not sure I’ve ever been this hard, well, with the exception of our last family meeting when Nathan made her eat her whole meal with his cock inside of her and fucked her on the table for dessert.
I hadn't been able to face her the same since, because now every time I see her, I end up hard, feeling like a teenager with my first crush.
This might not be the best way to help, but I’m sick of running from her and my feelings.
I want Kat, even if this all blows up in my face someday. For now, I want this, her, a family, for as long as I can.
I’m already so close after just a few strokes, but when Des pulls her from his lap, I make myself stop as well, hoping to find my release with her.
I watch with rapt attention as he pushes to stand, Kat still in his arms, and he turns to place her on the couch across from where they just sat. The second he sets her down, she scurries around to face the house, and he moves behind her, bending her over the backrest and giving me a perfect view.
I almost come on the spot when he sinks back into her, and I watch her face screw up in pleasure.
I match his thrusts, and I know she’s close, and then Des winds his hand up into her hair and pulls her back into his chest, and she crashes over the edge, taking me right along with her, whether I was ready or not.
I stagger forward, bracing my hand against the cool glass as the intense pleasure hits me.
What I wouldn’t give to be the one fucking her.
I pull off my shirt, clean myself up, toss it into the bin, and tuck myself back into my pants. Moving into the closet for a fresh shirt, I stop and stare at the bag that’s been there for the last few weeks.
The gift for Kat that I’ve still been too much of a coward to give her.
Soon.
I need to fix this first.
I need to do better, and I will.
Starting now.
I clean myself up, head downstairs and into the kitchen, and shoot off a quick text to Des to make sure they head this way. They should, given they have the marshmallows and all that, but with my luck, they might leave it out there and head up for bed.
Yeah, I’m not taking any chances, not this time.
I’m not great at cooking, but I could survive. Thankfully, Nonna made hot cocoa a lot with Des and me when we were younger, before she and Nonno went back to Italy.
Let's hope my memory is good enough to do this right and that we have everything I need.
Crap, maybe this was a bad idea.
In the end, we have everything, and I’m about 99% sure I made it right, while I’m 1000% sure I just destroyed the kitchen, and Kat might just as soon murder me as she is to enjoy the cocoa I made for her.
I didn’t realize how lost I would be in my own kitchen, and why the hell are there so many cabinets and drawers? Not to mention the pantry.
It’s a miracle I managed to find the four things I needed. I also just happened across mini marshmallows, too, which was a win.
I barely make it into the dining room when I hear the door slide open, and I can’t help but stop and listen, my curiosity getting the best of me.
“What’s this?” Kat’s voice is little more than a whisper, but I couldn't miss it, not when it calls to me.
“I didn’t do it,” Des says, and I hear the smirk on his face.
Why is he like this? Could he be more obvious? I rub at the bridge of my nose under my glasses and pray for the universe to give me strength.
“Who was it then? The hot cocoa fairy?” The sass in her voice is impossible to miss and so unlike the woman I met that first night.
Damn it, I want nothing more than to go back in there and watch the way her lips hug that mug. That’s a terrible idea, though, if the way my cock is already hardening is anything to go by.
No, I need to get my shit together and do this right.
She deserves it.
“Oh, this is delicious!” Kat gushes, and that’s all I needed. I make myself move through the room and back up to my room.
Tomorrow is a new day, and I’m going to make the most of it.
I’d hoped to wake early enough to clean the kitchen, but I must have been delusional because even before I make it down to the kitchen, I smell the coffee, and I know she’s already done it.
Walking into the kitchen, I find her sitting in a spotless kitchen, as if I hadn’t destroyed it last night.
She has a cup of coffee in front of her, and oh, how did I miss that sweet smell?
Taking a breath, I’m almost positive those are chocolate chip muffins.
Hers sits in front of her book, forgotten as her eyes fly across the page, so deep in the story that she doesn’t even look up when I walk into the room.
She’s so beautiful that looking at her like this makes my chest ache. I reach up and rub at the spot, feeling the way my heart beats double time, and take a moment to realize what a dumbass I was.
Kat is perfect for us in every way, and I almost gave up my chance with her—to be happy—because of something someone else did to me.
I almost did the same to her because, as much as I tried to ignore it, ignore her, there’s no denying she wants me for some unknown reason, one that I’ll be forever grateful for.
Peeling my eyes open again, I move through the kitchen right up beside her. Moving before I can overthink or talk myself out of this, I stop behind her chair.
“Good morning, Kat.” Her head snaps up so fast I almost laugh, but the shock on her face makes me stop. I always forget how jumpy she is.
Vince’s assessment of Carter pops up, and not for the first time, I worry he might have been more than just a man who threw away a winner for someone easy.
She presses a hand to her chest and sags in the chair.
“Christ, Oli, you scared me half to death,” she says with a laugh that’s full of relief, and I take comfort in the fact that she seems to at least want me around.
I didn’t ruin this.
“Sorry.” I reach up and rub my neck, feeling so out of my element that I fight the urge to simply turn away and make myself a cup of coffee and let her go back to her story.
No! Grow a fucking pair.
Wow, when did my inner voice start sounding so much like Des?
“You were just so into your book. What are you reading?” I ask, peeking over her shoulder to try and get a look.
Her face goes pink, and she quickly turns back around to slam it shut and push it onto her lap. I don’t catch the title, but I see enough of the page to know I interrupted her at a very… intimate part.
Her reaction makes more sense now. But then again, who reads that in the kitchen?
Maybe the woman who is in danger of being fucked in every and any room at any given moment. I’m not sure there’s a safe room other than Addy’s. And that doesn’t just mean here, but the office, the cars, vacation homes, even the fucking jet, I bet.
Thinking about where she might get fucked while standing this close, only me and her this early, knowing damn well she’s quite possibly turned on from her reading…
Terrible idea.
“I just wanted to apologize for the mess.” Her face screws up adorably, and I remember she had no idea it was me. “The kitchen.”
I watch as she puts the pieces together, and it’s now or never.
Leaning in, I press a kiss to her cheek. “Thanks for cleaning it up. I’d planned to come down and do it early, but it looks like you beat me to it.”
Despite the urge to run away like I’m five years old, I stand and move toward the coffee maker, feeling her eyes follow me as I go.
She stays quiet, and I swear the silence is going to eat me alive, but I bite my tongue, making my coffee and moving back to pull out the chair next to her while her gaze stays locked on me.