Milo glances at me, but the lights dim a little more and the surround system kicks up, my chair vibrating with the loud, slow thrum of music is as the movie begins. Taking my hand, he brings it up to his lips for a sweet kiss. “They’ll call,” is all he says. No promise that everything is fine, no excusesas towhy they haven’t. Just convictionthat they will.
I focus on the screen, the sound is uncomfortably high. I’d have to yell tobe heard over the music anyway, so I let the subject drop.
Ollie taps my left shoulder and he tips the buttery popcorn in my direction. I take a handful and tip my head back to drop a few kernels into my mouth. The salt hits my tongue first, no wonder they bought two large sodas, I’ll need half a gallon myself, but it’s oh so good. I don’t think I’ll everbe satisfied with the microwaved stuff again.
About ten minutes into the movie, Milo taps my thigh. “I’m running to the bathroom. You need anything?” He leans in close to my ear as he inquires. I shake my head in lieu of answering.
Ollie’s eyes dart up to Milo as he passes, watching him go. As he exits the theater, Ollie focuses his gaze on me. Reaching between us he takes the soda and moves it to the opposite side. He lifts the armrest between us, so there’s no longer any separation. He scoots closer and wraps his arm over my shoulders, and without an ounce of hesitation, his lips find mine.
My eyes fall closed as I lean into him. Accepting his tongue into my mouth when he makes a gentle lap over my bottom lip. One hand goes into the hair behind my ear, while the other slips between the back of the seat and my side.
Ollie produces way more heat than the recliner ever could. I feel the sparking heat flare as his fingers coast under my shirt, his hot palm causing me to suck in a deep breath, but it doesn’t burn. The pleasant warmth flares out, covering much more than his hand. My head tips back as I take a few steadying breaths, but Ollie continues his fiery assault by kissing down my neck. My eyes are closed, but I can see the brightness of the huge screen from behind my lids. The colors are shades of yellows and reds, only amping up the blaze Ollie is creating in my blood as his hand moves up to cup my breast.
His thumb glides over the tip, back and forth, with just enough pressure to make me crave more. When I arch my back, he makes a low sound of appreciation in his chest. Jerking my eyes open I scan the rows of seats,none of the few heads I see are turned in our direction. The sound he made is small compared to noise of the movie. I bite my bottom lip, Milo will be back any second. I run my hand through Ollie’s hair and he tucks his face in closer, sucking at the tender skin near the hollow of my throat.
“Ollie.” My voice is a hoarse rasp. “Ollie,” I try again, my eyes falling shut once more when he nips at the curve of my neck.
He lifts his head, his eyes heavily lidded and his lips still glistening from his kisses. “Milo,” I whisper. I know he knows what I said, even if he can’t hear me. “We should talk to him.” Ollie’s hand inches off my chest to rest on my hip.
“I know,” he admits, leaning back into his chair. He brushes an escaped tendril of long, blond hair away from his face. Looking back at the screen, he lifts his right arm for me to come closer. I lean into him, my breathing still a little ragged, but happy that we stopped before Milo could see us. I don’t want to upset him more than he already is.
When Milo retakes his seat, Istart topull away from Ollie’s embrace, but his arm tightens around me. The subtle hint is enough to tell me I mightbe taking Milo’s feeling into consideration a little too much. Ollie and I did just bond today, and he needs the closeness and affection just as much as Milo needs tobe reminded that we’re both still here for him.
I give Milo an appraisinglook, and he seems relaxed as he settles in to watch the film. I try to focus on the action movie that Ollie picked. There’sa lot of gunfire and fight scenes, which I usually like, but if I’m being honest, the loudness of the speakers iskind of getting to me. The headache teasing at my temples is proof enough.
“I’m going to grab a refill,” Ollie tells me. A major fight scene just ended and his words are louder than necessary. He climbs out of the chair without even lower the legs, and jogs to the door—at least he doesn’t run.
“Hey,” Milo says, drawing my attention. As I look over he stands. Reaching for my hand, he tugs me up and maneuvers so that he’s in front of my seat, and I’m in front of him. Thinking he wanted to switch seats I take a step in the other direction, confused but willing to accommodate him anyway. Milo’s hands land on my hips as he drops into my seat, and pulls me back so I fall into his lap. “My armrest doesn’t lift,” is all he whispers in explanation, his lips pressed against my ear.
My heart rate is already faster than usual from the slight scare I got when he pulled me down, but his nearnessdoesn’t help calm it. “Okay,” I breathe out, wondering what Ollie will think when he gets back. Milo rearranges me, getting comfortable and positioning me so I’ll still be between him and Ollie.
When he walks in and notices our new seating arrangement and my wide-eyed look, Ollie gives me a saucy grin. He deposits the soda on the other side of his seat and sits right next to Milo, pulling my legs across his lap. I turn my head to look at the screen, wondering if they can see the frantic beat of my pulse in my neck. I try to ignorethe factthatI’m in Milo’s lap, and the way Ollie’s wandering fingers seem to venture higher and higher on my thigh with every caress of his hand.
My neck gets a crick from the awkward angle I’m sitting as I watch the movie. I give up pretending to watch and let my head fall against Milo’s chest. I can see Ollie’s profile in the light, the flashes of color bouncing off his high cheekbones. Milo runs a palm up my back, his hand large and comforting, as he lets out a deep breath.
If it wasn’t for Ollie’s prowling hands, I would probably fall asleep cradled against Milo’s big, solid chest, but Ifind myself holding my breath every time his fingers graze over my legs above my knees. I’m not sure he’s even aware he’s doing it, and every once in a while, I’ll feel him stop and squeeze. Those timesare usually accompanied by the rapid-fire of a weapon, or the smack of flesh against flesh during a fight scene.
Milo’s lips move to my ear. “You okay?”
My mouth dry, I try to croak out a yes, before clearing my throat and answering again, more clearly this time. “Yes.”
Milo’s chest expands as he takes a deep inhale. He moves his arm I was lying against so I fall back a little, enoughso I can see his face above me. “How about now?” I lick my lips, my eyes wide, and I nod. He’s staring right at me. There’s no way he can miss it.
Leaning in so his lips are ghosting over mine, he whispers, “And now?” I feel the press of his lips against mine as his lips form the words. My hand fists into the fabric of his t-shirt over his chest.
“I’m good,” I reply huskily, the tone of my voice surprising me. Milo dips even closer and runs the tip of his velvety, soft tongue between the seam of my lips. I open, expecting him to delve in, but he pulls back, his eyes meeting mine as he watches me. With a deliberate movement he reaches out, his eyes still on mine, and wraps his hand around the back ofOllie’s neck. Lacking any of the gentleness he uses with me, he pulls Ollie over and places a soft wet kiss on his lips. Ollie’s eyes fall closed, as his hands grip my inner thigh.
A shot of lustcoils in my belly. They’re inches away from my face as Milo caresses Ollie’s lips with his tongue, similar to way he teases me. Ollie pushes closer to Milo, only to have Milo retreat from him.
Without waiting for an invitation, I jolt up and place my lips against Ollie’s. His mouth opens, and he returns my kiss. He nips at my bottom lip and slides his tongue into my mouth to dance with mine. With Milo’s shirt still fisted in my hand, I use the leverage to push myself closer to Ollie.
The heat of Ollie’s palm slides up my inner thigh, and his fingers caress under my leg, against Milo’s lap. The thoughtthathe’s touching Milo and me at the same time makes me pant. I pull myself away from him and look up at Milo. My vision is clearer, I’m using Ares’s ability to see in the dark and it wasn’t even a conscious thought.
Milo’s eyes are wide, his pupils expanded to cover most of the dark blue I know his eyes to be. His lips are slightly parted as he looks at me with what I can only describe as hunger. I place my hand over Ollie’s between my legs and stretch up, placing my lips on Milo’s with the same gentle pressure he gives me. Using theverytip of my tongue, I trace his full bottom lip.
“Kiss her back Milo,” Ollie demands, his voice holding a slight edge. Milo immediately opens, his tongue coming out to touch mine. Milo’s kisses are intoxicating, every time I think he’s going to deepen them he pulls back, leaving me wanting so much more.
Ollie shifts and my feet fall to the floor, but then he’s there. His face right next to mine and Milo’s. I pull back a little, giving him some room, but he doesn’t want it. He catches my lips in a kiss, then immediately leans over to Milo, kissing him. “Laura,” Milo groans my name. Leaning back in, we make a messy triangle.
