21. Twenty-one

Twenty-one

Ollie

" G ood morning, my love." Bo's warm breath at my ear sent delicious goosebumps down my spine.

"What time is it?" I sighed, snuggling deeper under the duvet. I never wanted to wake up anywhere but in his bed.

"Nearly seven. I need to be at the rink at eight, but I didn't want to go without letting you know." A warm hand skimmed down my spine to palm my ass. "Waking up next to you is the best thing in the world." Bo grunted, bucking his hips so his cock slid against mine.

"Best thing ever," I muttered, still so sleepy, but forever turned on like crazy by him.

"Go back to sleep. There's food in the fridge, and a key for you on the hook by the door. The rink is close, in case you want to pick me up later." He ran his nose up my neck, letting me feel his fangs on my skin. "And I left you a credit card on the table in the kitchen. Use that for anything you need today." He nipped my skin.

I probably wouldn't do that.

"Oliver?"

"Mm?" I hummed, squinting at him in the way too bright morning light streaming in through the glass double doors.

"I want you to use the card. Understood?"

Okay, stern Troll daddy Bo is my weakness.

"Understood, you hot thing."

With a smirk, he leaned in to kiss me. "This hot thing can't wait to be back in bed with you after the game tonight. Winning always makes me so horny."

"How do you know you'll win?" I asked, only to immediately give myself a mental smack around the head.

Bo didn't seem to take offence. His smirk widened, and he ground his hard cock against mine. "I will make sure we win. For you."

He extracted himself from the bed with one last kiss on my lips.

I watched him swagger out of the room, naked, with his long blond hair mussed from sleep, and admiring the play of his muscles as he walked.

Especially in his glorious arse.

I drifted in and out of sleep, only faintly aware of Bo having a shower and then making himself a protein shake for breakfast.

"I'm leaving," he whispered, appearing suddenly next to the bed, leaning down and kissing me again. I felt him straighten up and look at me for a long moment. "Gods, I love you in my bed, Ollie."

The next thing I knew was that I heard the front door snap shut and sleep took me under again.

Hours later, I was finally back among the living. My sweet Troll was right. Waking up in his bed was the best fucking thing. Waking up sweaty and covered in dried cum? Not so much.

Chortling to myself like an elderly gentleman, I swung my legs out of bed and made my way into Bo's enormous shower. With my head tilted up into the warm spray and letting the water wash away the evidence of last night's intense fucking, I remembered what he'd told me.

He'd left a key for me. Ugh, my traitorous little heart squeezed so hard it made me gasp and promptly inhale a mouthful of water.

Fuck! But Bo has a key for me.

My beautiful man… God, I couldn't wait to shower with him. All the showers , that's what he had promised me.

I closed my eyes, and images from last night popped up in my head as if they'd been waiting for a moment of respite.

My fingers tangled in his hair. Bo choking as I fucked his mouth. Tears glinting. The groans. Whimpers. And pleasure. Mind numbing pleasure.

Without opening my eyes, I got his shampoo from the tiled ledge and squeezed some into my palm. The water pounded on the back of my neck, running down my nose and chin in rivulets.

Bo on his back on the bed. His heavily hooded eyes watching my every move. That thick cock jutting up, ready for me. Bo's hands gripping my thighs. His growl as he pounded up into me. I will never stop wanting you .

My cum all over his abs. Oh fuck.

My cum all over my hand, warmer than the water. Washed away within moments and leaving just me behind, heart hammering against my ribs.

I will never stop wanting you. Fucking same.

Once I'd dried off, I picked out fresh clothes, and wandered around the flat to the drawer where my phone was still charging, my grin widening even more when I saw a string of messages from Bo, and one from Noah.

I read that one first.

Noah: I hope you arrived in Germany safely! Have a wonderful time with your man BBB x

Baby Brother Bright. Gosh, it'd been years since I'd called him that. Big and Baby Brother Bright.

Ollie: Good morning! I got here alright. I'm at Bo's place and about to go hunting for breakfast. BBB x

He texted back almost immediately.

Noah: BO? That hockey hunk?!

Noah: Holy fuck, Ollie. You need to tell me everything when you're back!

Ollie: There isn't much to tell

Ollie: I love him

I felt my face heat, not with embarrassment. With nerves. This was the first time I'd ever told anybody but Bo himself.

Noah: That's so romantic

He'd added a sobbing emoji and one with little hearts instead of eyes.

Noah: I'm so happy for you, Ollie. You deserve the best.

I stared at my phone for a long moment.

Ollie: So do you x

He added a small heart reaction to my message.

Noah: I already have everything I need.

Noah: Right, go breakfast hunting! I have a yoga class to get to!

I clicked over to Bo's messages.

Bo: Good morning, sleeping beauty

Bo: What are you doing? Are you up already?

Bo: I have a quick break and wanted to tell you I love you

Bo: There's a great little cafe/bakery halfway between home and the rink. I'll send you the link.

A message with an attachment to Kraken Maps followed

Home.

Bo: Don't forget the credit card on the table

Bo: let me know when you get there. I have a few hours off before the game starts and I want to spend them with you

Bo: the guys say hi btw

Was his break over already?

Ollie: Good morning, gorgeous

Ollie: I'm definitely up

Ollie: and I missed you, so I had a little wank in your shower

Bo: Ollie…

Bo: you can't tell me this when I'm getting ready for a game

Bo: I'm in the middle of one of Jerke's talks…

Bo: Gods, I wish I had a camera in my shower

The message made me snort out loud, and also weirdly horny.

Ollie: I don't know what it says about me, but the idea is pretty hot to me

Bo: Can we talk about it later?

Bo: Mm, that would be so good for when I'm away for games

He talked as if I was staying indefinitely and…fuck…I wanted to. I wanted him to tell me he couldn't bear being apart from me and beg me to stay.

Ollie: You want to watch me in the shower, darling?

Bo: My hard dick and I say yes

Ollie: God, you're cute

Ollie: I'm heading out in a bit

Ollie: meet me there?

Bo: I can't wait.

Bo: it might make me sound stupid but I love that you are in the same city as me

Ollie: Then we're stupid together, because I bloody love knowing that you're only a few miles away, and that I get to see you soon

Ollie: Right, now be a good Troll, and listen to Coach Jerky

Ollie: Love you

Bo: I love you

Bo: So much

Veitsreuth greeted me with a gloomy autumn morning, but no amount of fog and drizzle could dim the happy grin plastered to my face.

I followed the directions on Kraken Maps, passing mismatched houses, none of them higher than three storeys, little square villas perching in the middle of spacious gardens, dispersed by the occasional multiplex.

Traffic was dense for such a small town, and I was glad when I reached a quieter part near a park and found the coffee shop Bo had recommended.

"Good morning," I greeted the woman behind the counter, whose eyes flared with fear, and the next thing I knew was that she fled and grabbed the arm of her younger colleague, whispering urgently in German.

The young woman approached me, as her colleague took over her own gruff looking customer.

"Good morning. What can I get you?" she asked, a small, branded paper bag already in hand. So efficient .

"Hi, can I get a uh…" My eyes travelled to the sign above her head. Everything was in German, but I knew just enough to do this. " Eine gro?e Milchkaffee, bitte. "

Her lips pressed together in a kind smile. " Ein gro?er Milchkaffee, sure. Anything to eat?"

With a thankful look, I dropped my eyes on the mountains of fresh German baked goods. "One of each?" I huffed. "It all looks amazing, and I have no clue what everything is…"

"I'll be with you in a moment," she said over the grinding noise of the coffee machine.

" Kakao? Sorry, uh, chocolate powder?" She seemed to fish around for the right word.

"Yeah, I'd love some cocoa on my coffee, thanks."

"Cocoa, well, that was too easy." Grinning, she placed my enormous cup on a tiny tray, and dove into explaining what everything was.

I ended up going with a simple nougat filled croissant and "cut rabbits", even though I feared the translation had gotten lost halfway between her and me. I was at least certain it was sweet and contained no actual rabbits.

I paid and followed her directions to the seating area. Once I'd squeezed past the counter, I found myself in a cosy sort of sunroom.

A pair of older gents sat in a corner, and a mother and her small child next to the little play area so she could have breakfast in peace.

They all nodded at me and I awkwardly nodded back before choosing a table beside the glass walls.

I took off my coat, pulled out the book I'd brought, and dug in. Oh. My. God. This croissant thing was the best. Making a mental note to have Bo take me here every day, I buried my nose in Allegra Fawn's latest book, a steaming hot romance with a Lupinian MC.

As usual when I was reading, I forgot everything around me. Time and space—and my coffee—ceased to exist when I was stuck nose deep between the pages. Judging by my stone cold coffee, a substantial amount of time had passed by the time I resurfaced. Horace, the MMC in Allegra's book, had just knotted his partner, and cold coffee was exactly what I needed to cool my heated cheeks.

Maybe I should bathe in it.

My thoughts strayed back to the shower and, subsequently, Bo's idea about having a camera in there.

As if he'd read my mind, or my brain had conjured him from thin air, thick green arms slid around me, pulled me into a broad chest, the same scent that clung to me enveloping me.

" ?lskling ," he grumbled happily next to my ear before he kissed it. "Did I tell you I love you?"

Soppy in a book, bloody outstanding in real life.

"Not in the past"—I consulted my watch—"two hours. So it's about time, I'd say."

His low rumble travelled through me, heating me from the inside. "I love you."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the mum giving us a doe-eyed smile before she busied herself with her child.

Gosh, I know we're so cute together.

" Jag ?lskar dig. " I rubbed my cheek against his. "How was your morning?"

"Full." Bo released me with a grin. "The team asked if we wanted to meet them for lunch. That's what we usually do on game day, but it's okay if you don't want to."

"Oh, no. It'd be lovely to meet them again. Is it okay if I tag along?" I asked him as I got up and wrestled with my coat.

Strong green hands plucked the garment from my shoulders, shook it out, and held it up for me. Once he'd pulled it up to my shoulders, he turned me over, leaned down, and kissed me.

"You don't ‘tag along', Oliver. You belong with me."