His heart stopped beating as he fought to believe what he’d heard.
Had she really said his name?
He couldn’t lower his gaze, couldn’t look away as she came. He’d never seen anything so…beautiful.
He pressed on his cock harder, suddenly aware he was close to coming himself.
Gavin took a step back, but froze when Oliver groaned, his own climax coming to claim him.
Gavin turned his attention to Oliver’s face and watched as his hips lurched upwards, his back arching as he came inside her.
Fuck.
Gavin returned to his room as quickly, as quietly as he could. Closing the door behind him, he pushed his sweatpants down, gripped his cock, and jerked it roughly, fantasizing about what he’d just witnessed.
Less than a dozen strokes later and he was coming, cupping the head of his dick to catch as much of the come as he could.
He leaned against the door, his strength suddenly zapped. His heart was racing, his eyes clenched shut tightly. He remained there for several minutes, trying to come to grips with what he’d just done.
With what had happened.
And he suddenly understood that sleep was going to continue to elude him.
Because it wasn’t Oliver’s face he’d just imagined as he jerked himself to completion.
It was Erin’s.
7
Oliver lifted his head from the pillow, propping himself up on his elbow when Erin sat on the edge of the mattress to put her shoes on.
“Sorry,” she said softly. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”
He waved away her apology. “Wanted to kiss you goodbye anyway. What time do you get off?”
“My shift is over at five, so I’ll be here for dinner.”
He nodded. “Okay. Gavin and I will hit the store later on and figure out something to make.”
She leaned toward him and gave him a quick kiss. “You all are spoiling me. Grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning. Keep this up and I’ll never let you leave.”
Oliver winked at her. “That’s sort of the point.”
Erin shook her head. “You’re incorrigible.”
She had confided in him last night, after Gavin went to bed, that he’d shown her his scars. She’d cried quietly, shaken by the memory, angry at Gavin’s mother and devastated to learn that he’d suffered so much pain as a child. She’d known his childhood had been rough, but hearing it and seeing the proof were two different things. Oliver knew that from experience.
Oliver had consoled her, holding her close for a long time. Once she’d pulled herself together, she’d asked him to make love to her. Of course, in the end, she’d made love to him, pushing him to his back on the couch and climbing on top. Typically, he took the lead in the bedroom, but he’d gotten a sense that she wanted to call the shots, taking what she needed to wipe away the sad feelings.
Oliver sat up and reached out, pulling her to him for a longer kiss, pressing her lips open and tasting the toothpaste on her breath.
After they’d come last night, they had dragged themselves to bed, both of them still feeling a bit raw. He’d enveloped her in his arms and she’d fallen asleep quickly. It had taken Oliver a lot longer, something weighing heavy on his mind.
When he broke the kiss, he whispered, “He watched us last night.”
Erin’s silence confirmed his suspicions.
“You knew that, didn’t you?”
She nodded. “Yeah. I knew he was there. I…God… What does it say about me that knowing he was watching us totally turned me on?”
“It says you’re perfect for me,” he joked.
Erin punched his shoulder playfully. “Kinky bastard.”
Oliver laughed for a moment but sobered up quickly. “You want it, don’t you? The three of us. You’re falling for him.”
She didn’t answer right away. She didn’t need to.
“Erin,” he prodded.
“I love you, Ollie.” There was no mistaking the panic—and maybe guilt—in her tone.
He gave her a grin. Sometimes he forgot that most of the world didn’t grow up like he did. “Your feelings for Gavin don’t negate how you feel about me.” He pointed at himself. “Three parents…wildly in love with each other, remember? You can love me and Gavin. I think you already do.”
“He’s easy to love,” she admitted. “You both are. But it doesn’t matter how I feel or what we want. He doesn’t want…me.”
“Sweet girl,” he said softly.
She shook her head. “No. You and I both know it wasn’t me he was looking at last night. It was you.”
Oliver heard the note of dejection in her voice. Pulling her close, he hugged her tightly, kissing her once more as he cupped her cheeks, then lowering his hands to touch her breasts, tempted to wipe the bad feelings away the same way he had last night…with sex.
It probably wasn’t the most mature thing to do, but morning wood was a fact of life.
She groaned when he pinched her nipples through her shirt and bra, then broke off the kiss. “Dammit, Ollie, you’re making me horny. And I can’t be horny. I have to go right now or I’m going to be late.”
He chuckled and released her.
Reluctantly.
“Fine. Rain check for later though.”
She stood up, bending over for one last quick kiss. “Damn right.”
He listened as she walked down the hall, and a few minutes later, he heard the apartment door close behind her. He dropped back onto the bed, debating whether or not to treat himself to another hour of sleep or if he should just go ahead and get up. Saturday was typically his “get shit done” day, when he did the laundry, shopping, and housecleaning. He preferred it that way because that left his Sundays free for just generally being lazy and fucking around.
“Screw it,” he murmured. He was already awake, so he decided to get up.
Rising, he dressed and then grabbed the full laundry basket.
He’d just put a load in the washer when he heard Gavin coming out of his room.
“Morning,” Gavin said, clearing the sleep out of his
