Chapter Five

God, it felt like heaven.

Trevor’s hair brushing his fingers, Trevor’s lips firm against his own. Ollie could hear his pulse pounding in his ears, and he was so lost in a haze of desire that it drowned out everything else, including the reality that Trevor wasn’t kissing him back.

Trevor wasn’t kissing him back.

A frisson of ice-cold terror shot through Ollie. Fear that he’d completely miscalculated. That Trevor truly did want to just rewind back to friends. And now Ollie had gone and set them up for ruin all over again.

But that thought faded as quickly as it had come because in the space of a heartbeat, Trevor went from rigid ice to bone-melting heat. His lips parted, and his tongue teased a low moan from Ollie, then a gasp as the kiss became deeper. Wilder.

Their mouths melded together in a passionate kiss that left them both panting for air. Trevor tasted like toothpaste, sweet and minty, and as they moved together in perfect harmony all other thoughts faded away from Ollie’s mind except for one—this moment was perfection.

And then it got better.

Trevor took control. His hands cupped Ollie’s ass, and he pressed his hips against him in an unmistakable way, letting Ollie know exactly just how much he wanted him. His hard cock was pressed tightly into the crevice between them, and the heat of Trevor’s body sent a shiver of sensual longing through Ollie.

He wanted this.

He wanted Trevor. Every touch, every caress, every kiss. He wanted it all, would eagerly submit to whatever decadent pleasure Trevor demanded. Never once had he experienced the depth of longing he felt right now. As if he had no purpose other than this. As if he’d die if Trevor stopped touching him, kissing him.

Trevor’s kiss was a drug, and Ollie was definitely addicted. “More,” he demanded when Trevor pulled back infinitesimally, terrified that Trevor was going to stop touching him.

“Hell, yes,” Trevor said, the heat in his voice intoxicating. Then without warning, he spun them around so that Ollie’s back was against the door, and all Ollie wanted to do was to melt. To be consumed. He was hard as steel, his skin tingling, and never in his life could he recall feeling so turned on.

“Trevor, oh, god, Trevor. I—” He cut off his words, not sure what he’d intended to say other than to beg for more.

But then Trevor pulled back, his brow furrowed. “Are you—”

“Don’t you dare stop,” Ollie growled, then cut off Trevor’s delighted laugh by pulling him back and claiming his mouth again.

Another kiss, long and deep, and this time when Trevor pulled away, he gave Ollie a long, teasing look that sent a shimmer of anticipation racing up his spine.

Trevor’s lips brushed the corner of Ollie’s mouth as he kissed along Ollie’s neck, gradually making his way to his earlobes. His hot breath tickled Ollie’s skin, but it was his whispered words that drove Ollie over the edge.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited to taste you? Do you have any idea how much I crave you? How much I want your cock in my mouth. How hard I’m going to make you come?”

Ollie trembled with anticipation, his cock harder that it had ever been. He wanted everything Trevor promised, and he wanted to turn it around, too. To take charge himself. To taste this man. To touch him, explore every delicious inch of him.

Why had he wasted so much time being nervous? Feeling awkward? This was perfection. Exactly what he’d been craving even though he’d never realized it. Here, in this man’s arms, he felt for the first time that he was whole.

With no small regret, he drew a breath, then eased back to meet Trevor’s eyes, now a mix of raging heat and a hint of confusion.

“Where’s your room?”

A slow smile eased across Trevor’s face. “Follow me.”

Trevor took his hand, then dragged Ollie into his bedroom and pushed him onto the bed. Ollie landed on his back, legs bent at the end of the mattress. A vulnerable position. And damned if he didn’t like it.

Trevor grinned before backing away long enough to kick the door shut. Then he slid between Ollie’s legs and tugged Ollie’s T-shirt up, planting light kisses all over his torso as Ollie groaned with pleasure. But instead of focusing on Ollie’s abs, Trevor went straight for the fly of his jeans, and the brush of his hand against Ollie’s cock was enough to send him spiraling into ecstasy.

“I want you in my mouth,” Trevor murmured.

“Yes. God, yes, please.”

Slowly, Trevor unbuttoned the fly, then tugged the zipper down. Ollie closed his eyes, craving the touch. Longing for the release. Over Ollie’s briefs, Trevor’s fingertip traced the length of his cock, the light touch easing Ollie closer and closer to the cliff that he wanted to tumble over, locked in Trevor’s embrace, their bodies shattering together.

But then, without warning, the touch was gone.

Ollie opened his eyes, craving the sensation of his cock in Trevor’s mouth, even as he was terrified that Trevor had changed his mind.

“I just finished a run,” Trevor said from where he was standing between Ollie’s spread legs. A devious tease flashed in his eyes. “Pretty damn sweaty.”

“Not caring right now.”

Trevor tilted his head, then slowly trailed his fingertips along Ollie’s erect cock, sending waves of pleasure through Ollie’s body. “I’m thinking a shower would be a good idea.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “And I think you need to join me.”

Ollie hesitated, his heart thudding as the reality of what was happening suddenly hit him with full force. He was in Trevor’s bedroom. He was about to get naked with Trevor.

And unless he was severely misreading the situation, he was about to have sex with Trevor.

“Whoa,” Trevor said, apparently watching Ollie’s face closely. “You want to stop, we stop.”

Ollie turned ice cold. “I don’t want to stop,” he shot back, the words so hard and fast that there was no way Trevor could misunderstand the depth of his desire.

“Oh, thank God.” The shadow in Trevor’s eyes faded, replaced with a teasing glint that Ollie found damn sexy.

“It’s just—” Ollie began.

“What?” Trevor extended his hand, and Ollie took it, drawing courage from the touch.

“It’s just that—I mean, you know that I’ve never ... I mean, I don’t know what....” He trailed off with a shrug.

“Trust me, you’ll know what to do.” His grin spread wide. “And if you don’t? You’re a pretty smart guy. I think you can figure it out.”

* * * *

Trevor tugged on Ollie’s hand to help him to his feet, not quite able to believe that after craving this man for so long he finally had him in his bed. He stared into Ollie’s eyes and could practically taste the anticipation and desire radiating off him. Ollie wanted him.

He really wanted him.

With a grin, he pushed Ollie backwards, sending the man tumbling back onto the bed. “Screw the shower. We’ll just need another when I’m done with you, anyway.”

“Bold statement, Barone. Guess now you’ll have to prove it to me.”

“Twist my arm.” Trevor wanted to scream with joy. Ollie might be nervous, but he wasn’t letting it eat him up. He was flirting and playing and just being Ollie. And damned if that wasn’t perfect.

He stepped closer. “Scoot back. All the way on the bed.”

“Giving me orders?”

“Hell, yes.”

“And if I don’t follow them?”

“Oh, don’t tease me.” In one swift motion, he cupped Ollie’s cock. “I could spend hours punishing you.”

Immediately, he wanted to kick himself, hoping he hadn’t gone too far—either physically or with the suggestion of the kind of games he desperately wanted to play.

But it wasn’t awkwardness or trepidation he saw on Ollie’s face. It was heat. And that—plus the way Ollie’s cock had gone hard as steel under Trevor’s touch—allayed his fears.

As soon as Ollie was all the way back with his head on the pillow, Trevor climbed on, too, his knees on either side of Ollie’s waist, his hands on the mattress by Ollie’s shoulders.

He bent forward, then brushed a soft kiss across Ollie’s lips, his body tightening with satisfaction when Ollie opened to him, rising to meet Trevor’s lips, his own hands clasping Trevor’s head so as to deepen the kiss.

Hotter.

Harder.

Trevor moaned, his entire body tight and needy, desperate to touch this man all over. To tease him until he begged. To fuck him until they were both exhausted and spent, limp in each other’s arms.

He remembered the first time he’d seen Ollie on Damien’s pool deck. They hadn’t spoken, but something within Trevor had sparked that day, and he’d craved this moment, even as he feared that he’d only ever have Ollie as a friend.

“What is it?”

“Just thinking.” He sat back, then took the hem of Ollie’s shirt and pulled it over his head. “Just thinking that I’ve wanted this since the first moment I saw you.”

“I think I did, too, that first time we talked. I didn’t realize it then—or I wouldn’t let myself. But something about you grabbed hold of me.”

“Something about us ,” Trevor corrected.

“Yeah,” Ollie said. “Us.”

“And the good news is that you’re here. And right now, you’re mine.” For always, he thought as he ran his palms over Ollie’s naked skin before lowering his mouth to tease his nipple even as he shifted his hips back, the better to feel Ollie’s rock-hard cock teasing his ass.

“ Oh, fuck. Oh, man. ” Ollie’s head arched back as Trevor teased and explored.

“Do you have any idea how much I’ve wanted this?” Trevor asked, tracing his fingertip along Ollie’s jawline. “How many times I’ve fantasized about this moment?”

“Yeah,” Ollie whispered. “Because I have too. I just didn’t know—I was scared. So thanks for not pushing before I was ready.”

“I won’t say it was easy. You’re walking, talking temptation, McKee. I don’t think I ever believed we’d end up here. I looked at you and I saw Courtney. Hell, I saw Nikki. Jamie. And however many other women you had in your pocket.”

Ollie groaned. “Does everyone at the SSA know about Jamie?”

Trevor chuckled. “Maybe not. I made it a mission to find out.”

“And I’ve been over Nikki for ages. That was just a crush. A long one, but a crush. And you know it’s over with Courtney.”

“Yeah. I know.” What he didn’t say was that he knew Courtney was the one who’d ultimately ended it. It hadn’t been Ollie’s decision. That wasn’t something he wanted to think about. But even as he tried to banish the thought, the memory of Greg popped into his head.

He’d told himself after the divorce that he’d never date another bi man again. But here he was, head over heels for this man in his bed. A man who’d fast become his best friend. Who now was becoming so much more.

“Trev?”

“Yeah?”

“As much as I love talking with you, do you think we could kill the conversation about my ex, and you can get back to kissing me?”

“Kissing? Babe, I plan to do so much more.”

He eased forward again, his hands gliding up and over Ollie’s taut chest until he was close enough to bend over and whisper. “I’m going to kiss you until you beg me for more. I’m going to suck your cock until you’re right at the brink. And then I’m going to tease that sweet virgin ass before I fuck you until you scream my name.”

As soon as he said it, he wished he could call back the words. He wanted it; damn right he did. But he didn’t know if Ollie was ready for that. But then he heard Ollie’s soft whisper— Yes, oh, yes, please —and he almost came right then.

“Trevor?”

“Yeah, babe?”

Ollie grinned. “We still haven’t gotten back to the kissing part of tonight’s entertainment.”

Trevor laughed, then bent forward to rectify that oversight, but Ollie’s palm against his chest stopped him.

“Thank you,” Ollie said, and Trevor lifted a brow in question. “For not pushing before I was ready.”

“Are you ready now?”

“I’m beyond ready.”

They shared a grin. “Then it was worth the wait. Now shut up. Apparently, I’m supposed to kiss you.”

Ollie opened his mouth as if to answer, but Trevor swooped in, silencing him with a kiss that started out gentle, but heated up fast. He gave up trying to prop himself up, and let Ollie bear his weight as they teased and tasted, tongues warring and hands roaming, as Trevor slid lower and lower, teasing kisses along Ollie’s chest, watching as his abs tightened, then reveling in the way Ollie’s body arched up, breaking the kiss when Trevor slid his hand into Ollie’s briefs and stroked his cock.

“Oh, holy fuck.” Ollie arched back, his fingers tightening in the bedding. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Trevor said, his circled hand keeping up a rhythm as his mouth worked its way down Ollie’s body, desperate to taste him. To make him explode. To take Ollie to all the places he hadn’t been before.

To once and truly make Ollie his.

He punctuated the thought by using his free hand to roughly yank Ollie’s briefs down. Then he trailed kisses lower, reveling in the heady scent of musk and arousal.

“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

Trevor didn’t. Not even when the sound of the doorbell broke through their bubble. Not even when the ring repeated, a demanding buzz that barely penetrated the cloud of lust and desire that Trevor was floating on.

“Leah will get it,” Ollie said. “Don’t go,” he added, as Trevor shifted toward the dresser.

“I’m not going anywhere. Just getting some lube.” He slid up Ollie’s body, then met his eyes. “You want that?”

Ollie didn’t answer. Not with words, anyway. But the way he grabbed Trevor’s face and drew him down for a hot, deep kiss was answer enough. And the answer made Trevor as hard as stone. He wanted that connection. Wanted to feel Ollie tight around him. Wanted to fist Ollie’s cock while he pounded his own inside of him, until both of them came together.

And never once had he truly believed he’d ever get to live that fantasy.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, catching himself before he said I love you.

But he did. He had for months. He was certain of it. But he wasn’t sure Ollie was ready to hear it.

“ This is incredible,” Ollie retorted. He took Trevor’s chin, turned it so they were facing each other. “We’re incredible.”

He lifted his head for a kiss, but their lips didn’t meet. Instead, they were interrupted by the screech of Ollie’s phone.

“Fuck,” Ollie snapped. “I silenced that.”

But the words were barely out of his mouth before he was sitting up, pushing Trevor off him.

“What?”

“I did silence it. There’s only one ring that comes through when it’s in DND-mode.”

Trevor sighed. “Go ahead, Agent McKee. You better answer it.”

Ollie did, hitting the button to put it on speaker even as the doorbell rang again.

“McKee.”

“It’s Horowitz and Ryan Hunter. Answer the damn door, Agent McKee.”