33. Jorge
Jorge
Turbo Lover
I ’m sick to my stomach, and no, it isn’t because I’m sitting next to Lex.
What if Morgan actually presses charges against us? I didn’t mean to lose my shit like that, but I saw his hand on Oli, and I flipped the fuck out. I could only picture every other time Morgan touched him, and no one was there. No one was there to save him. So, I did the only thing I could do. I kicked his fucking ass. I’m not necessarily a violent guy, so I’m worried my impulsiveness might have cost Oli a chance at justice.
If I’ve ruined it for him, I’ll never forgive myself, even if seeing Morgan bleed brings me immense satisfaction. Worth it , the little voice whispers, but I shake it away. It’s only worth it if we get his ass permanently landed in prison. I’m talking federal . I want him watched round the clock—to be labeled for what he is and every other inmate to know.
Sick fuck.
Rubbing my unsettled stomach, I try to ignore the overpowering lavender scent in Lex’s car. I mean, it’s potent. Flicking my eyes to the multiple air fresheners hanging from his rearview mirror, I read the labels. Yup. All lavender. Lex watches me out of the corner of his eye, stiffening slightly. I know I should be kissing his ass right now. After all, he did wake up at 6 am to rescue us, but he’s so mean. Always pissy and moody. It’s hard to want to be nice to the dude.
He’s got nice pajamas, though. I’ll give him that. They look comfy as hell.
“Can we crack a window?” Phoenix begs as he desperately presses the button on his door.
Lex lifts his chin. “No. I don’t like the windows down.”
“It smells like a damn spa in here!”
“I think it smells good,” Oli says gently.
“You always did like the weird scents.”
“Lavender is hardly weird,” Lex interrupts. “It’s calming. With the amount of stress you fuckers put me through, I need all the help I can get.” And he squeezes the steering wheel for emphasis.
See what I mean? Rude.
“We’re all going to smell like it when we leave the car,” Phoenix grumbles, folding his arms.
“As opposed to prison funk? I’d like to think it’d be an improvement.”
Phoenix leans forward and flips off Lex.
“You all really fucked yourselves good, you know. If Morgan presses charges, I won’t be able to—”
“He won’t,” Oli says. “That kid he drugged is why he’s keeping his mouth shut.”
Lightbulb!
I twist in my seat to look back at Oli. “Babe! Did you check your phone? See if it recorded anything usable?”
With wide eyes, he reaches into his pocket and retrieves his phone. We all hold our breaths as he cues up the app and presses play. Loud country music sounds through the speakers, and some girl is laughing loudly. Then ' what the hell, jerk?'. You can hear Oli moving through the bar. My skin bubbles with goosebumps when Morgan’s voice is clear as a bell on the recording. That mic Kelly bought must’ve been hypersensitive because we can hear everything.
And I want to turn the car around, drive right back to the jail, and kill Morgan.
The tone of his voice, the things he said, motherfucker. I’m clenching my fists, grinding my jaw, and when you hear my terrible curses and the crack of Morgan’s face, I start shaking. The yells get muffled by all the chaos, but Phoenix, that genius, says something.
“You fucking rapist! Admit it! Admit what you did to my brother!”
Punch, groan, shouting to call the police.
“—you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
There’s a loud crackle, and then the audio goes dead. I spin in my seat again to check on Oli. He’s pale as death, staring blankly at his phone. Phoenix meets my eyes and blows out his lips. Lex, who has been silent this whole time, clears his throat.
“Well, I can confidently say that isn’t denial.”
Oli puts his phone away and rakes a hand through his hair. “You okay?” I ask him.
“Think so,” he whispers.
I reach back, offering my hand. He takes it and squeezes.
“I’m sorry that happened to you, Oli,” Lex says, surprising the shit out of me.
“Thanks.”
“Since when did you grow a heart?” I blurt before I can stop myself.
Lex huffs. “Am I still dropping you off at your parents’?”
I nod.
W e unload, reeking of lavender and Lex leaves. My parents and the Sawyers are outside, and Eli, Devon, Michael, and Kelly are also there. Sonia comes out of my house with coffee on a serving platter. When my mama sees me, she rushes over to fuss over my face. Emma and Brandon do the same to their sons.
“ What happened? ” My mom asks me in Spanish.
“ Got in a fight. ” I shrug. “It wasn’t that bad…we made bail.”
She slaps my chest, then sniffles. “ Michael called me at midnight, Jorge! Midnight! You got arrested? Who did you fight? Why? ”
My dad gives me a stern look. He’s got a few inches on me, his curls cut short to the scalp, and a thick mustache, making him look more serious than I’d like. His English isn’t the best, so he doesn’t bother. He offers me a sly smile instead of the grilling I was expecting. “ Did you win? ”
“ Gabriel! ” She slaps my dad, who chuckles.
He’s a firm believer in never starting a fight, only finishing it. “Si, Papa,” I say. “ But we need to make a police report.”
“ Police report? Why? ”
I take a longing glance at Oli being fussed over. “ The guy I fought was Michael’s brother, Morgan. He… ” I shake my head.
Sonia pops out of the void, scaring me, so I yelp. “Jesus!” I cry, and my mom slaps me again. “Sorry, Mama.”
“You were saying,” she prompts.
My parents look eager to know as well. I bite my lip, eyes bouncing from Oli to my family. Oh, fuck it. They’re going to find out sooner or later. “ He hurt my boyfriend, ” I say in Spanish so my dad isn’t confused.
Sonia’s jaw drops, then slams shut.
My mom blinks at me, and my dad frowns. “ Boyfriend?”
I nod once.
“ I knew it! ” My mom’s shriek has me flinching. “I knew it!” she declares in English that time.
“I knew you were gay. Oh, I knew it.” I swear to god, my mom’s brown eyes sparkle in delight.
Consider me surprised. I never thought she’d be so happy about this. “I’m not gay! Well, maybe a little. But it’s like…only for him,” I point, “I haven’t worked out labels yet, alright?”
She giggles and jerks me into a hug. I peek at my dad, who is still frowning. “ Sonia, did you know?”
My sister eyes me for long seconds. “ Yeah. I knew. ”
“Ohmygod,” I groan, and my mom pinches me. “SORRY!”
I’m not used to my mom hugging me so much, so I take advantage, gobbling up her affection despite the child abuse going on here. She hates it when I say the Lord’s name in vain. Sue me, alright? Shit is intense right now.
“ First the band, then fighting, and now you’re a homosexual. ”
I wince at my dad’s words. He’s old school. So it wouldn’t surprise me if he wasn’t cool with it. But, then again, he’s never been as strict as my mom. Who knows anymore? When she releases me, my dad grabs my shoulder and squeezes.
“ Talk about entertainment, huh? ” He grins, and I sag in relief. “ Introduce me to your boyfriend. ” His chest puffs out.
“ You know him, Papa, ” I tell him because what the hell? He’s known Oli his whole fucking life!
“ Introduce me. ” And he nudges me with his elbow.
We all move into the Sawyers’ front yard, and I introduce my dad to Oli. It’s so stupid, but it’s making him happy to meet my boyfriend. Oli doesn’t shake my dad’s hand, which I have to explain quickly. Emma, Oli’s mom, beams at me and squeezes me lovingly. Brandon welcomes me to the family. And once we are all aware of Oli and I’s romance, we have to hash out the hard stuff.
The why of our fight.
Once we are all inside, Phoenix takes the lead, explaining it to both of our parents, while my sister translates for my dad. I hold Oli’s hand through all of it, knowing he’s extremely uncomfortable about openly discussing his truths.
“Are you okay?” I whisper in his ear.
“Yes.”
“We will get it figured out,” I promise.
He offers me a tiny smile and rubs his thumb over the back of my hand.
To be honest, I’m ready to call it a fucking day. I want to shower, eat, and cuddle up with Oli in my bed. All of this crap can wait until tomorrow, which is what we end up deciding. Tomorrow, we will escort Oli to the police station—his very own posse—and file the report against Morgan. Sonia points out during the conversation that the cops might want to question us about that kid Morgan drugged, which will only add more to our cause.
Eli and Phoenix stay at the house while my dad takes Oli and me back to the bar to get his car. We say our goodbyes, get in my dad’s work truck and leave. By the time I’m shouldering open my front door, I barely have time to react before Oli pulls me into a strong hug from behind. He rests his head against mine and shakes.
“Thank you.”
“For what?” I rasp, sagging in his arms because it feels so good.
“Saving me.”
“I didn’t…”
“You did,” he insists, spinning me around to look me in the eyes. “I thought I could handle it, but I froze up. I couldn’t stand up to him. And had you not been there, had you not seen, who knows what he would’ve done.”
I cup his cheek, searching his face. “I will always save you, beautiful. However and whenever you need me to. I love you, Oli. And I protect what I love.”
“Finally gave up that last thirteen percent, huh?” he teases, swaying us a little.
“I don’t know who I was trying to fool with that. It’s been one hundred.”
Oli’s pretty green eyes brighten, and he leans down to place a sweet kiss on my lips. “Food?”
I beam at him. “Food.”
Y ou got this. You’ve done endless research.
And I have. I’ve done so much research it’s scary. On top of it, I’ve upped my grooming regimen and purchased a plug I wear at night. To put it lightly, I’ve changed my sheets way more often lately. Oli was giving me flirty eyes throughout our brunch. Knowing Morgan’s time is almost up makes the guy hot for me. I don’t know. It could be because I finally coughed up my feelings.
I do love Oli.
Fuck, I’m crazy in love with him.
It gets stronger every day.
From his pretty eyes down to his revered touches, I am whooped. But there’s also the giant elephant in the room, too. We haven’t had sex. Penetrative sex. Dick in ass, my dude. And my ass is going to be served up. Soon. Probably after this shower.
“Are you okay?” Oli asks, lifting his filthy shirt up and off his body.
I gawk at him in all his glory. Those abs haven’t diminished in the slightest. His big chest is so broad and full, I still kind of want to motorboat them bitches. He’s got a dark blond happy trail leading beneath the waistband of his pants. Thick arms that flex when he breathes. It’s unreal how ripped Oli is—how beautiful he is. There’s a reason I’ve given him that pet name.
And it’s this.
This.
God-tier man bod. Good Lord.
“Jorge?”
I slurp my eyes and drool back into my face, and meet his worried stare. “We can shower separately,” he offers.
“Nope. We are getting naked. You and me.” It was my fucking idea anyway—one that Oli was very eager to oblige.
“The rules go both ways, kitten. Remember?”
“I remember,” I grumble and rip my shirt off. I’m panting, torn between shivering with nerves and purring with excitement.
All of my fantasies about Oli have yet to come true. I want this to be a sexy shower, full of suds and boners and lips. My dick perks up immediately just picturing it. Ever since he humped me into oblivion, I’ve been anxiously awaiting until we can do something more. Anything. I need him to touch me. To just take what he wants.
But you can’t rush him . No, I can’t rush him.
So he’s going to have to tell me.
“What is it?” he steps up to me, the heat from his bare chest luring me closer as my brain puddles in my skull.
Gentle fingers stroke my jaw before tucking some curls behind my ear, and I lean into the touch. “I’m horny as hell, babe. That’s what it is.”
He hums, the noise rumbling out of his throat and vibrating my nuts. “Let’s get in the shower then.” Thumbing my lip, he pulls it down with a pop , pupils blown out.
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” I rasp and hurry to get my pants off.
My bathroom isn’t the biggest ever, but the walls are closing in on me now that I’m completely naked. Oli takes me in, hunger present in his eyes. I’m rock-hard, breathless, and ready to launch. Of course, he doesn’t reach out and fondle me. Of course, he doesn’t say a fucking word. He just soaks up his fill of my body, making delicious anticipation slither down my spine.
“Are you…?”
“Sorry,” he mumbles and starts unworking his jeans.
It’s like his movements are in slow motion. Either that or I’m severely impatient. I haven’t been able to see him fully naked before. Even when we frotted , he’d slipped his underwear over his cock before getting up to fetch something to clean me with.
The jeans go first, and he kicks them to the side. I’m a little disappointed that he’s not sporting a giant boner like I am, but maybe he’s shy. My dick flexes eagerly, so I curl my fist around my length, giving it a lazy stroke.
Oli stops with his thumbs hooked in his briefs, watching me touch myself. I’m never going to see him naked if I keep distracting him, so I let go of my cock. The tip dribbles precum obscenely. Every inch of me is keyed up, endless flutters in my belly.
“ Oli ,” I breathe.
Smirking, he pulls his briefs down, giving me an eyeful of dick and balls.
And… Jesus. He’s gorgeous.
His cock is long, thicker at the head, and uncut. The longer I stare, the harder it gets. His balls are heavy, full of cum that I will have inside me today. I’m determined here. I’ll serenade him if I have to. The briefs are kicked off to the side as well. Then, he reaches over me to turn on the shower. I lean so I can take a peek at his ass, and I was so right. He’s got a nice ass. Good handfuls.
I want to touch him so badly. “Are we…playing? Or in the moment?” I ask as he pulls the curtain back.
With one hand on the curtain and the other limp at his side, his dick bucks in the air. “We are taking a shower.”
Groaning, I hop in with him following behind me. Thank fuck my water heater is brand new, so the water is pleasantly hot when it hits me. I stand under the spray, ignoring my raging erection to wet my hair down. The droplets rolling down it have me damn near whimpering. My nipples are bunched up tight. My eyes flutter shut as I scratch at my scalp.
“Oli, you heavily insinuated that we were going to do something. If we aren’t, please tell me so I can jack off.”
When he doesn’t answer me, I open my eyes to find him stepping into me. He grabs my head and slams his lips into mine. It’s like the dam has crumbled, letting the current of all our pent-up lust rush out, drowning everything in its wake.
Crowding me up against the tile wall, Oli wedges his thigh between my legs, rubbing against my dick and coaxing moan after moan out of my mouth. His tongue wastes no time spearing between my lips and teeth, seeking out mine quickly.
I dig my fingers into his back muscles, feeling them flex and tremble as he tilts my head how he wants me. My lungs scream with the need for oxygen, but I don’t stop kissing him. It’s like I physically can’t. Every swipe of his tongue makes my knees weak, and every thrust against my cock forces more slickness out of the tip. I’m dizzy, senseless, so lost in the throes of passion.
Be careful with him. Take your time.
Oli reaches down, cups my ass, and squeezes. “Oh fuck,” I whimper.
“I want to kiss you everywhere, kitten,” he murmurs against my lips before dragging his over my jaw and down to my neck. The vicious suck at my skin has my head thumping against the tile.
“Please,” I beg him. “Please kiss me everywhere.”
He spins me back under the shower spray with deft precision and swipes my soap bar. I seek out his lips again while he suds it up and washes my cock. Clinging to his shoulders, rising on the tips of my toes, I mewl and whine. As he washes my dick with teasing strokes, he licks at my lips, sucking the bottom one in between his teeth, drawing out every animalistic noise I’m capable of making—which is a lot .
He pecks my lips twice, spins me again so my front is in the spray, and rinses me down while licking and sucking my shoulder. “Holy fuck, babe,” I cry out, grinding into his fist.
“I’m done waiting, kitten.” I feel the swipe of another hand between my cheeks, soapy fingers swirling around my hole, up my cleft.
“Right now?” I ask, a little startled.
“I’m kissing you everywhere. ” Palms meet my hips, I spin again , and Oli drops to one knee.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”
I swear to god I lose consciousness for two seconds when his lips wrap around my cockhead. My palm slaps against the wall, the other holding his shoulder so I don’t fall over. Wet heat envelopes my length, slick suction follows around the tip, and when his tongue dips into my slit, tasting me, I rise on my tiptoes again. Oli’s eyes are on me as he releases my dick with a salaciously wet pop and sucks one of my balls into his mouth.
“ Oli ,” I whine, my arms wobbling, knees buckling.
Giving the other one equal attention, he grips my ass in two firm handfuls, kneading the muscle and teasing my hole with the tips of his fingers. My nuts draw up tight, pressure building in my lower stomach. “Babe,” I warn. I don’t want to shoot him in the damn eyeball.
He lifts my sensitive nuts and licks my taint. My legs widen naturally, trying to get that tongue lower. “Go on that side,” he rumbles.
I do as he says, standing on the opposite end of the shower. The water hits his back as he makes me turn around. With both of my hands on the wall, I instinctively pop my ass out. God, there will never be a time when I don’t remember this insanely sexy shower.
Kissing my right asscheek and then the left one, Oli moans against my skin. He nuzzles me, stroking my quads and nibbling my cheeks while his beard pricks me. I glance down at my straining dick. It’s so red and angry looking, the tip damn near purple. “ Please ,” I beg with zero shame.
“Bend over more, baby. Let me see you.”
My eyelids flutter as my eyes roll in pleasure. I fold in half, pressing my ass right in his face. “I’m going to eat you out, kitten. And I want you to come just from my tongue. Can you do that?” he asks, swiping a wet digit over my fluttering hole.
“Yes.”
“Because this sweet hole is just too small for cock. We have to get you ready.”
Oh, fucking fuck. “That is so hot,” I whine.
Breath whispers over my ass, and then he spreads my cheeks open as wide as they will go. I brace myself, ready to discover for myself what all the hype is around rimming. No amount of research was ever going to prepare me, though. I scream when his tongue swipes over me. Hot and demanding, tasting and so fucking wicked.
“Jesusfuckingchrist,” I rush out, slapping my palms against the wall again as sensation rushes through me.
Oli licks and spears my hole like he was born to do it. Like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted. His moans of pleasure, his bruising grip on my cheeks, and the scrape of his beard as he devours my ass have pulse after pulse of precum gushing out of me. I’m going to die. Die and come.
“Babe, make me come. Fuck. Please.”
He doubles his efforts, hammering his tongue in and out of me like a cock. I start to shake, my vision whiting out. The telltale signs of my pending orgasm take me in a rush, consuming every brain cell I have into one singular thought. Come.
I grind back against his mouth, riding his face like an animal, and when he sucks at my hole, I see fucking stars. My dick fires off with angry spurts, splashing the tile, and I whine and whimper through it. It’s so intense it’s almost painful, and to think just his tongue did this to me.
What’s his dick going to be like?
“My sweet, sweet kitten,” he praises, kissing my hole. “I think you might be ready for my finger now.”
My eyes round. “What?”