Page 47 of Merry with Me

“I’ll be in the town square this afternoon and evening, taking in the festivities.”

“I thought women shopped the day after Thanksgiving?” I grumble.

“Oh no, grumpy Ollie is back. You sure you don’t want me to take care of this before I go?” She reaches over and grips my cock through my sweats. Even through the fabric, I’ve never felt anything like her touch. My cock throbs and twitches in herpalm. She smirks when she feels it. Saying no to her is by far one of the hardest things I’ve ever done in my life.

“I’m sure.” I want her to. I really want her to, but there’s plenty of time for that later.

“Well, thank you for letting me spend the night and for the cuddles and… the rest.”

“Thank you for dinner and the pie and letting me hold you.”

“Look at us, being all sweet and mature about this,” she teases.

“I want to see you again.”

“Text me, and we’ll figure something out.”

“Start your car.”

“Yes, sir.” She salutes me as she stands and grabs her purse, pulling out her keys and starting her car. She busies herself putting on her shoes and her coat.

I will time to slow, but it’s no use. She’s wrapping her arms around me in a hug, which I return. “Drive safe.”

“I will. I’ll see you soon.” She pops a kiss on my cheek and rushes out the door.

I move to the window and watch her leave before moving down the hall to my room. My cock needs some attention, and we’re both pissed I turned down her help, but baby steps. I might not be able to give her the future I know she wants, but I can treat her with respect while this—whatever this is—is happening.

CHAPTER

THIRTEEN

Blakely

Isla is home when I get back to the house. She’s sitting on the couch, and her smile is wider than I’ve ever seen it.

“Sit.” She pats the couch cushion next to her.

“I really need a shower.” I do, but I’m also not ready to wash his scent away.

“What you need to do is sit your ass on this couch and tell me everything.” She gives me a look that only a best friend can pull off. She knows me too well.

“There’s not much to tell.” There’s not, at least not as far as last night is concerned. This morning, well, that’s altogether different.

“Lies. I am your best friend, and I can read you like a book. Sit.” She stares me down, but it’s unnecessary. We both know I’m going to sit and spill all. Well, maybe not all, but most.

“Explain to me why I got this message.” She taps the screen of her phone and shoves it into my face.

Blakely: Hey, this is Oliver. Blakely is with me. She fell asleep when we were watching a movie, and it’s too late for her to drive home. She’s safe here. This is my number and my address if you need us.

He follows that up with another text message of his phone number and his address.

“That was nice of him. I did fall asleep when we were watching a movie.”

“How did you end up at his place?”

“My family sent me home with all those leftovers and an entire pumpkin pie,” I remind her.

“Oh no, mine did too.”