11. Eleven

Eleven

Ollie

T here was hardly any place on the estate Bo and I hadn't used to snog, make out, or sleep with each other. Except for my apartment.

Somehow, this last border was one I wasn't yet willing to cross. He knew where I lived, I'd told him, but letting him in? That was different.

Their stay was about halfway over, and it was surprisingly great to have guests staying for that long. We usually only got people for a couple of days, so we all hadn't been sure if it would work, but it did.

Clara, Ariah, and SweetPea served three healthy, protein-packed meals a day, and Maddie had set up yoga lessons with my brother, while Lewis had made an entire batch of isotonic alcohol free beer so they could enjoy his art of brewing without getting wasted every night. Not that all of them objected to getting drunk.

Speaking of my brother, I had something I needed to ask him, and I knew he was probably in the yoga room setting up his lesson.

I entered the room slightly preoccupied and stopped dead, gaping at twenty-five sweaty hunks in downward dog position.

Noah's eyes turned to me, narrowing with the silent question of what the fuck I was thinking about interrupting his lesson.

"Sorry," I mouthed, but stayed rooted to the spot, my eyes closing in on my gorgeous Troll.

Who's the hunkiest of them all?

He was shirtless, bulging muscles covered in gleaming green skin, a sheen of wetness glinting in the morning sun. Sweat dripped from his beard and the tips of his tied up hair.

Good lord.

"Ollie!" Noah hissed from right next to me, urging me back out of the room. "What's up? We have twenty minutes left." My brother checked his watch, then shot me an evil grin. "I can't wait to have them endure ten minutes of savasana."

"It's, uh, I…" Why on earth was I even here? All my conscious thoughts had evaporated at the sight of half-naked Bo in loose fitting shorts. "I…oh yeah. Sorry, I thought your lesson didn't start for another half hour. Are you staying for the goodbye party? I'd like to fix the seating situation." We still had ten days to go, but I liked to be prepared. And the more I got done now, the more time I could spend saying goodbye to Bo. As much as I dreaded it.

"Yeah, I am. That's all?"

I nodded hastily, sneaking another glance at Bo over my brother's shoulder and found him watching me from under his arm. "See you later. Sorry for bursting in."

"Right, take a deep breath in," Noah addressed the room of groaning men at large in his deep, calm yoga instructor voice and strode back to his mat, "and we transition to child pose to rest for a moment."

His eyes landed on me again, and I finally took the hint and quietly shut the door behind me.

Oh my God. I rested my head on the wood, eyes closed as I took a deep breath and let the film of sweaty Bo replay in my mind.

They'd get back to their rooms afterwards to shower. Could I wait for him? Perhaps get a chance to take a whiff of his musk. Bloody hell.

The mere idea made me hard.

I waited in the small office in our hotel building for the team's return. Nate was on his phone. Judging by his lovey-dovey attitude and his flushed cheeks, I would have bet anything he had his partner on the line.

Bo entered with their captain, a tall, attractive Viking with grey eyes, dark hair, and scruffy cheeks.

He looked up, catching my eye and giving me a fleeting smile before pulling out his phone, typing something and hanging back. He waved Bendixen on, head bowed over the display.

Mine pinged a moment later, and I knew without looking at it who had sent it.

Bo: I love how you look at me

Ollie: How am I looking at you, Mr Persson?

I gave my phone a tiny smirk.

Bo: Like you enjoy the view

Ollie: I definitely like the view

Can I…?

Ollie: and you

I sent the message before I could second guess myself.

Bo: I suppose kissing you is out of the question, is it?

He gave his phone a cute little frown, worrying his bottom lip with a fang.

Ollie: Not here

Ollie: But I could come up in a few minutes…

Ollie: To inspect your shower, didn't you say it was leaking?

Bo: My dick is. Not sure about the shower

I gasped softly before getting myself under control, but watched Bo's shoulders tighten and his broad chest expand with a deep inhale.

Bo: come after me

Bo: I'll text you when the coast is clear

Bo: don't let me wait too long

Bo: please

With one last glance in my direction, Bo ascended the stairs to his room.

His next message came in merely two minutes later.

Bo: Help! The shower is leaking, and I need a skilled pair of hands to save me! Room 17.

I shut the laptop, got up, and hurried after him, knocking on his door only a few moments later.

"Mr Persson? It's Oliver Bright. I—"

He almost wrenched the door off the hinges in his enthusiasm.

"Thank you for coming so quickly," he rasped.

He had taken off his hooded zipper jacket and stood before me in a pair of tiny orange shorts with the team's logo on the leg.

"Sure, let's see, uh…the shower, yes."

Bo stepped aside to admit me, shut the door, and dragged me close to his chest, one hand coming up to slide into my hair.

"You are so beautiful, Ollie," he growled under his breath, arousal tinting his cheeks. "I need to kiss you and taste you, my sweet. Please let me kiss you."

"Of course," I gasped, fisting his hair and guiding his mouth on mine. "I don't have much time." Easing his shorts over his hard cock wasn't easy when his skin was this sweaty and wet, but God help me.

I dropped to my knees, wrestling myself free. There's no way I'm coming in my trousers.

Bo cursed when I buried my face in his groin, inhaling his musk like a junky, and licking his salty skin. "Bloody hell, you are so hot," I whined. "It's really not fair."

Before he could say anything, I gripped his cock and took as much as I could down my throat.

"?lskling!" he gasped, the broad green hands cupping my cheeks.

I pulled off again. "Come for me and don't you dare hold back."

He gave me a tiny nod, gasping for breath as he held me tightly and gently rolled his hips, sliding his hard length in and out of my mouth.

His eyebrow cocked a little as if to enquire if that was okay made my heart squeeze in my chest.

"Gud." Bo nodded and sped up. His ridges shouldn't feel this great sliding in and out of my mouth, but fuck me did they feel amazing.

It was over in a few breathless minutes of him using my mouth, of one of my hands gripping his ass cheek, the other fisting my cock. Mindless minutes culminating in Bo coming so hard I thought I'd choke on the sheer amount of cum, on me spilling all over the floor between his feet. The image of the enormous green hunk dropping in the puddle of spunk, his hands still holding onto my cheeks for dear life, would stay with me forever.

His kiss was hungry, a thick, bumpy tongue dipping between my lips to chase his own taste.

"Thank you for fixing the leak," he whispered, and I opened my eyes to the cheekiest grin I'd ever seen on his face.

"It was my pleasure. Shit, so much pleasure. Phew. Also, you have cum on your shorts."