Page 99 of Blissful Devotion

He holds my gaze for a long moment as if searching my eyes for a lie he won’t find.

That was hot, even if I was worried about getting caught the whole time.

His eyes move down my body, surely seeing the state he’s left me in before he sucks in a sharp breath and once again flicks his gaze back up to meet mine, and I see some of his worry melt away.

“How did we get so lucky?”

He doesn’t give me a chance to answer before he leans in, pressing his lips to mine in a kiss that has me hot again in seconds, or maybe that’s just Oliver. He pulls away, and I can’t stop the whine that leaves my lips at the loss of him.

He drops his forehead to mine with a chuckle, and the look in his eyes steals the air from my lungs.

“This might not be the dress for photos, but I think we’re going to buy it, anyway.”

“So long as you react like that every time I wear it,” I tease.

“Imagine the rest of them.” He pulls away, cocking a brow, and maybe this dress isn’t so bad. “Now we just need to find one you can wear in public without getting fucked.”

He tucks his already hard again cock back into his pants, and I can’t help but watch, a little sad at the loss, but he’s right; I need a dress for pictures.

“Stay here. I’ll be right back.” He slips out of the curtain before I can ask where he’s going or where he thinks I might go like this, his cum dripping down my leg, my dress bunched around my waist, underwear… missing?

I turn to find them on the floor near the mirror, well.

He’s only gone a moment, slipping back through the curtain before he drops to his knees before me. His fingers close around my ankle, lifting my leg as he wipes away the mess we made with a wet paper towel. It’s not perfect, but it sure beats leaking cum all the way to the bathroom.

When he looks up at me with a smile, I swear I nearly melt.

Oliver with his walls down is a fucking sight I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to.

Skating is difficult. The guys swore it was easy, but I’m glad Oliver offered a lesson before we went down to spend the night there as a family, and I made a complete fool of myself.

Though it’s probably not helping that my legs still kind of feel like jello.

I can’t believe that happened.

I’d dreamed of being with Oliver; he’d caught my interest the day I met him when he came to pick up Addy.

I’d thrown that dream out the window the day he cornered me in the house and showed me how disgusted he was with me for sleeping with his father and brother.

That didn’t mean I didn’t want more, though; it was silly and selfish considering I had the rest of them, but I couldn’t help it.

Then, when he’d stayed at the table in Italy and watched Nathan fuck me. I’d dared to hope, and while we felt closer after that, there was still something holding him back, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

I didn’t know how to help, but I was fine waiting, even if I had to wait forever.

Thank God I didn’t.

I nearly fall on my ass, again, and Oliver saves me, again. I offer him a tight smile, feeling bad for causing him such a problem, but when he smiles down at me, there’s only affection in his eyes.

“You’ll get it, don’t worry.”

He’s right; I do get it, though it takes at least another hour. We celebrate with hot cocoa and take a cab back to the house instead of calling Vince. He would have come, but sometimes it's nice not to make him.

The house is quiet when we get in, too quiet.

“Where is everyone?” I ask Oliver, but he shrugs.

We walk through the living room, into the dining room, and then into the kitchen, all empty.