When he didn’t continue, I took a deep breath and hoped he wouldn’t try to hit me. “Maybe you need to let him go.” I held up a hand as he growled deep in his chest. “Look, I’m not saying you don’t care about Ollie, but if he wants marriage, kids, a happily ever after, and that’s not something you’re willing or able to give him, then let Ollie go so he can find someone else. Someone who can.”
“Fuck off.” Kit jumped to his feet. “You’re an asshole, and I can’t—no, I won’t—break up with Ollie so he can go fuck someone else.” His blue eyes welled with tears. “The thought makes me sick to my stomach. It makes me want to break all the things.” He balled his hands into fists at his side.
I breathed a sigh of relief when he sat back down. “Then maybe you need to tell him that. Tell him exactly how you feel. It’s obvious you want to be with Ollie.”
“I do... I think I...” Kit swallowed nervously as his cheeks burned crimson. “I want to tell him how I feel. I just can’t seem to get the words out, and instead I end up yelling and screaming at him about how I’m no good for him. That I’m only going to break his heart. That he should stop talking to me.”
We both glanced up as the door opened. “It’s okay, Kitten,” Ollie whispered. He closed the distance between them before Kit could get up. “I know.”
“No, you don’t. You don’t, and that’s what’s eating me up inside!” Kit exclaimed, then burst into tears. He buried his face against Ollie’s chest.
Jones climbed into my lap. “This was not what I thought we would be walking into when we came here.” He rested his head on my shoulder, and I couldn’t resist twisting the ring on his finger. That hideous, gaudy thing I had given him that he loved so much.
Ollie murmured softly in Kit’s ear. He wrapped his arms around the ink-covered driver and picked him up like he weighed nothing. Ollie eased himself onto the couch, and Kit only shook his head when he tried to pry him away.
“I’m not a fucking child, Ols. Don’t treat me like one,” Kit snarled and shoved at his chest.
Ollie popped his jaw. “I’m only trying to take care of you. I love you, but I won’t sit here and let you continue to treat me like shit. Not after everything that I’ve done for you.” He stood up, nearly pushing Kit from his lap. “I’m not going to let you do this to me anymore.” Ollie started toward the door.
“Wait, Ollie... Just fucking wait!” Kit cried, staring at Ollie’s back when he stopped in his tracks. “Can’t you even look at me?”
Ollie spun around, his jaw clenched, nostrils flared. “I’ve been looking at you for months. When are you going to finally look at me?”
“I do look at you. I look at you all the time. In my dreams, in my memories. You are fucking everywhere.” Kit slapped the side of his head. “And that’s the only way I want it.”
Ollie’s eyes widened. “Do you mean that?”
“Yes. Yeah, I mean it.” Kit swallowed.
Ollie was hugging him before he could say anything else, nearly lifting Kit from the floor. “Then stop pushing me away.”
“I can’t promise you anything. But I can try.” Kit gripped the back of Ollie’s shirt in his fingers. “Can you promise you won’t give up on me?”
Ollie tilted his head up. “Kitten, I can promise you anything you want if it means you’re mine. That no one else gets this with you.”
I pressed my mouth to Jones’s ear. “Should we leave?”
“No.” He giggled softly, and the sound made my cock twitch. “Charlie.” I knew he felt it when he turned those hazel eyes on me.
I cupped his jaw. “You turn me on. What can I say? Everything about you is everything I’ve always wanted.”
“Charlie,” Jones whispered. And then he was kissing me.
He speared his tongue into my mouth, his lips sweet like syrup, and gripped my shoulders with his fingers. He didn’t seem to care that his best friend was sitting inches away, or that he was grinding against me. Rubbing his body against mine while I nipped and sucked at his mouth.
A loud cough had Jones pulling away, his lips swollen and cheeks pink.
“Sorry.” He laughed and then pressed his face into my neck.
“Do you need to be alone?” Ollie smirked as he ran his fingers through the hair on the nape of Kit’s neck.
I shook my head. “I wouldn’t want to disturb the two of you. You’re looking awfully cute.”
Kit held up his middle finger without looking up, and I roared with laughter. I kind of liked the guy, even if he was a bit of a dick.
“Don’t be rude, Kitten,” Ollie murmured, then winked at me when I caught his eye.
I wanted things to work between the two of them. Not because I was worried Ollie still had feelings for Jones, but because I wanted love to win. It was obvious that Kit had a lot of things he needed to figure out, but maybe with Ollie by his side, he could.
