Page 170 of Right Man, Right Time
“You guys,” she says, sounding so sincere and full of love. “Talked about your day-to-day journey and what you do to prepare for a season. Talked about the Agitators and how welcoming they are as a team to newcomers.”
“When does it come out?” Posey asks.
“Not sure. I still haven’t heard from my boss about it.”
“He hasn’t said anything to you?” I ask.
Ollie shakes her head. “No, but I guess no news is better than bad news.” She turns to the boys. “He wanted me to do some sort of exposé about the team and the owner, really dig for some dirt. But I wouldn’t.”
“What a dick,” Posey says. “That’s a total conflict of interest.”
“That’s what I said, but he apparently didn’t care.” Ollie sighs. “Oh well, hopefully, he enjoys what I put together.”
“He will.” I kiss the top of her head.
* * *
“I can’t believeyou leave again tomorrow,” Ollie says as she comes up behind me in the kitchen, where I’m grabbing a glass of water. Her hands go around my waist, and she hugs me from behind.
“I know. This is how it’ll be for the next few months.” I turn around to face her. “Are you going to be okay?”
“Yes, I’m just going to miss you.”
“Well, if you want, you can stay here when I’m gone.”
She glances around my apartment and then back up at me. “It’s way too big.”
I chuckle. “Then take some of my clothes home with you, so you can wear them while I’m gone.”
“That I can do.” She stands up on her toes and presses a kiss to my chin. “Do you ever think how crazy it is that we got here? Ross was talking about it the other day, how happy we are. We’re kind of waiting for something bad to happen.”
“Why would you wait for that?” I ask. “Live in the moment, babe. This is real.”
“That’s what I keep telling myself, but then, it’s nights like tonight when it feels too good to be true.”
I move her back to the counter and lift her up and sit her on it. “What do you mean?”
Her fingers move over my dress shirt, and she plays with the buttons, slowly undoing them one at a time. “Despite Sarah’s interruption, it was nice. Yonny never let me hang out with him and his guys like that. I was never welcome, and tonight, I felt like I belonged.”
“You did belong. That’s how it is, Ollie. It’s you and me. I don’t care who I’m with. I want you there with me.”
She parts my shirt open and tugs on the belt loops of my pants. “When you say things like that . . . that’s what makes me believe this is all too good to be true.” Her fingers toy with my zipper.
“It’s not. This is how you’re treated with me, Ollie.”
She slips her hand into my pants and cups me. I place my hands on her shoulders and take a deep breath. Fuck. “You realize this is how you’re treated with me, right?” she asks as she slowly massages my balls. “You’re desired. You’re wanted. You’re needed. You’re cherished.” Her hand slides up my shaft and pulls me out of my briefs. “I’m yours, no one else’s.”
Sliding off the counter, she kneels in front of me and pulls me into her mouth. My hands fall to the countertop in front of me, and as she sucks me into her warm mouth, I have the same thought as Ollie.
This feels too good to be true.
It feels like everything is going my way.
And as my girl kneels before me, I can acknowledge I have the same fears. Sarah believes I’ll get tired of Ollie and go back to her. She is so fucking deluded. But I fear that Ollie will get sick of this lifestyle, see that the grass is really greener elsewhere, and I’ll be left with another broken heart. I just hope to God I’m wrong.
I hope this isn’t too good to be true.
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