Page 103 of Blissful Devotion

“I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted anything more.”

He leans in, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek before he all but sprints from the room.

I take a moment to adjust myself, my cock uncomfortably hard from this conversation and the fantastic images my imagination has just gifted me with.

I look up, feeling the weight of her gaze, to find her eyes following the movement of my hand, unashamed. I bite the air and pop my brows at her, making her roll her eyes, but she doesn’t stop watching, and that only makes me harder.

“Natasha made him feel like a freak for this, so he hasn’t tried with anyone else.” The words spill out, and I’m not sure that’s something he wanted her to know, but it felt like she needed to. “She was the first person he ever told about his desire, and when he asked if they could try it, she laughed and told him she would never trust him to do that to her.”

Her playful smile melts away, and I see the sadness shining in her eyes.

“That’s terrible. Why would she do that?”

“Because she was a bitch, the rest of us were just too blind to see it.”

Her frown deepens, and all I want to do is make her feel better. If anyone should feel bad, it’s me, and I do.

It’s no wonder Oliver was so put off by the idea of us finally finding someone when Natasha did so much damage.

Thankfully, Kat is nothing like her.

“As far as I know, he’s never done this with someone before. I know he’s done it for photo purposes and classes for learning, but nothing more than that.”

Her cheeks turn pink, and she squirms on the bed.

Oliver chooses that moment to walk in, a small duffle bag and a smile so wide I feel like I’m looking back in time.

When was the last time I saw him this happy?

It’s been years.

He stops hard a few feet from us, as if he hit a brick wall, and looks up at us with uncertainty in his eyes.

“Are you sure?”

I hate how sad he sounds, but there’s nothing I can do about it. Hopefully, with time, Kat can help him work through it; if anyone can, it’s her.

“Positive!” Kat says without hesitation, a smile on her face that tells me she’s excited.

Oliver remains where he is for a moment, as if lagging, unable to understand that she really is asking for this.

Literally.

“Oli,” I say with a fake-ass cough, making him jump.

“Right, sorry I was...”

Hard as fuck and trying not to let yourself think about how you fucked her in the store? No, just me?

I’m kidding, actually; all I’ve been able to think about is how he fucked her. My imagination is pretty fucking good too, which only makes me harder.

Oliver finally moves, closing the remaining distance between him and Kat, where she sits on the bed waiting for him.

He drops the bag on the floor by her feet, and she doesn’t even try to hide her curiosity as she peeks inside.

The lingerie on her lap nearly falls to the floor, but she catches it; a second later, her eyes go wide, and she hops off the bed.

“One second!”