Ollie smiles at me, and my heart flutters at the radiant expression. She truly is breathtaking, and I’m powerless to stop myself from falling for her.
“Don’t you want to come too?” she asks as she turns her attention to Theo, who’s watching us both with a soft smile.
He shakes his head. “No, that was purely for you two.”
She frowns. “You didn’t come last time either.”
“You worried about my blue balls, princess?” he asks with a chuckle. “I’m fine, I promise. Next time I’ll give you every drop of my cum, how about that?” His smile turns wicked.
Ollie’s cheeks flush as heat smoulders in her eyes. “Yes, please.”
“Your wish is my command.” He turns to me. “You good to get up now?”
I nod. My limbs are no longer trembling, and while my heart is still pounding, I don’t feel like I’m seconds from collapsing. With a grunt, Ipush myself off Ollie and pause for a moment to enjoy the view. Goddamn, does she look good covered in my cum.
She catches me staring and, with a cheeky smile, swipes her finger through it and pops her finger in her mouth. “Hmm, delicious,” she hums, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
I groan as my poor, spent cock tries its best to stir at the sight. “You’re bloody trouble,” I mutter with a shake of my head.
“Only the best kind,” Theo says with a wink.
I stagger over to my bag and grab a couple of cleaning rags. After wetting them using water from my canteen, I wipe Ollie clean of cum and sweat. She shivers a little, no doubt feeling the cold air now. Theo checks the wound on her head and helps her dress before picking her up to take her to pee.
By the time they’re back and bundled into the warmth of their sleeping bags, I’ve cleaned myself and the rags. I slide into my sleeping bag and Ollie snuggles into both of us with a contented smile.
“You think you can sleep now, sweetheart?” I murmur into her hair as I breathe in the floral scent of her soap.
She nods. “Yeah, thank you.” Her voice is thick with exhaustion, and her eyes are closed. She’s seconds from falling asleep.
Good. At least I’ve done something right.
Broken Parts
Alex
Early morning sunlight filtersfrom the window above us as I lie with Ollie curled up in my arms the next morning. It’s just us two and Harlow sleeping soundly on Ollie’s other side, with Theo having disappeared during the night for his patrol shift.
This is my favourite part of the day; the time between waking up and having to get ready for the day ahead, where I can just relax and bask in the comfort of Ollie by my side. It’s quiet and cosy, with the only sounds being Ollie’s soft breathing, Harlow’s snores, and the distant chatter and clatter of others waking up.
Last night was a whirlwind of emotions. From the horror of waking up to her stuck in a nightmare to the awe of watching her fall apart on my tongue. It gave me a glimpse of what our future could be; Ollie pressed between me and Theo and maybe even Rhys standing to the side and barking out orders. We could be happy together. A family.
My heart flutters as a small bud of hope blooms in my chest at the thought. But that’s quickly joined by a jolt of terror clawing at my throat. Willow’s caustic words hover in the back of my mind, reminding me it could all be ripped away from me, leaving me bloody and broken once again.
But as I gaze down at the wonderful woman sleeping peacefully in my arms, I realise that for her I might be willing to risk it.
Ollie stirs in my arms with a sleepy sigh, and blinks open her emerald eyes. They’re still hazy from sleep and almost seem to glow in the sunlight as she looks up at me with a small smile.
“Hey,” she whispers, a slight croak in her voice.
“Good morning. How are you feeling?” I cup the side of her face and brush strands of her chestnut hair from her cheek with my thumb. Her skin is soft and warm against my palm.
“Pretty well, thanks to you and Theo.” Her smile fades, and my stomach clenches. “We should probably talk.”
My heart plummets and terror clamps tightly around my chest, making it hard to breathe. All I can think is:Oh God, it’s happening again. In the cold light of the next day, she must not think I’m good enough, or she doesn’t want to deal with my cursed bloodline, so she’s going to choose Theo over me. Just like last time.
“Oh.” I drop my hand from her face and brace myself for the impending agony.
Ollie’s brow furrows and her eyes tighten, looking almost pained, but she continues. “After last night, I figured I should tell you some things that might change how you feel about me.”
