Olin coughed back a laugh as he stared at Ollie. “You did not,” he said as he grabbed a shirt from the drawer. After the night he'd had, the shower he'd just taken made him feel like a new man.
His twin stood and smiled, as if telling Olin his little secret had been the highlight of the guy's day. “Did so.”
Olin turned and faced Ollie as he tugged the shirt over his head. Ollie seemed pleased as punch. There was a glow to him and Olin had to admit, it looked good on the guy. “So, you're telling me that you finally got laid?”
The smile wavered and Olin knew there was more to the story than his twin was telling him. Ollie sat back down on the bed and brushed his hand over the blanket. “Okay, so maybe I didn't go all the way, but it was close.”
The last thing Olin wanted to do was burst Ollie's happy bubble. Diminishing his moment wasn't what Olin set out to do. He grinned widely and then crossed the room, holding out his fist. Ollie hesitated and then tapped it with his own. “So, how far did he get?” Olin tried to sound excited that his twin almost got laid.
A blush crept along Ollie's cheeks and then his full smile returned. “Hand job.”
“You or him?”
At least someone got lucky last night. The closest he'd gotten to sex was someone brushing past him to get to the dance floor. The guy had been cute and his hand nearly brushed over Olin's cock. It was a sad day in the Taylor household when his dorky twin got some action and Olin didn't.
“Plan on seeing him again?” Olin asked as he sat on his bed and tucked his feet into his burgundy Vans. They were scuffed and a bit and frayed in some places, but they were his favorite pair.
Ollie shrugged. “I'm not sure. I think he wanted to go further, but when I said no, he settled for a hand job. He didn't seem very interested afterward.”
As Olin tied his laces, he glanced at Ollie. “Guys can be real jerks. Don't let his indifference bother you. You're a good-looking guy. You'll score again.”
He knew Ollie was a good-looking guy because Olin wasn't half-bad and they were twins. Call it vane, he didn't care.
“I don't want to score again,” Ollie said with a heavy sigh. “That might be okay with you, but I want something meaningful.”
My brother, the romantic. Something meaningful to Olin was a fifth of any kind of alcohol and a wet ass. Twenty-one seemed too young to settle down into a meaningful anything.
But Olin had to give Ollie hope and wipe that sad expression from the guy's face. He hated to see his brother with anything but a smile. “Well, Mr. Right is out there for you. Keep looking. You'll run into him.”
Olin got up and grabbed his wallet from the dresser and shoved it into his back pocket.
“Where are you going?” Ollie asked as he scooted further onto the bed and curled his legs under him.
Olin stopped at the door and turned to him. “Gabriel's. Syn challenged me to a game of—”
Ollie held up his hand. “Enough said. You're going to play video games.”
Olin normally hung out at Gordon Park where all the other guys he'd gone to school with gathered. Some skated on skateboards and others smoked chronic. Ollie did neither. He just chilled with them. It was boring on most days but it was better than sitting in the house.
But that was getting old and he was looking for other things to do. So, it was off to Gabriel's to annihilate Syn and put the man to shame.
“You wanna go?” Olin asked. He didn't mind hanging out with Ollie, though they were like night and day. The guy always had a book tucked in his pocket. Olin liked that his twin was a nerd. It was pretty cool.
“I have to catalog a new shipment of books that are coming into the library,” Ollie said as if being around all those dusty books was a thrill for him. Olin would never understand the guy. But that was fine. He didn't have to understand Ollie. He was his brother and that was all that mattered.
“'K,” Olin said. “Catch you on the flip side.”
He left Ollie to himself and walked into the kitchen to see his Aunt Mya baking. She was always baking. The guys Olin hung out with used to joke that he should carry around a glass of milk because he always smelled like cookies.
Olin never thought that was funny, but hey.
“Heading out?” she asked as she wiped her hands on the apron strapped around her waist. There were already two dozen cookies cooling on the counter.
“Heading over to Gabriel's.”
Her hands stilled and then she wiggled a finger at Olin. “Did you ask Alpha Talyn for permission to enter his territory?”
Olin grabbed a few warm cookies and scarfed them down. The chocolate chips melted on his tongue. “No, but his brother invited me over. That's just as good.”
She harrumphed. “Stop talking with your mouth full.”
Olin bugged his eyes. “You asked me a question.”
Aunt Mya grabbed her tea towel and snapped it at him. Olin laughed and dodged it. Before he left, he kissed her on the cheek. “I'll be back later.”
“Be careful,” she said.
Things hadn't always been okay between the McBride coalition and the Bourne coalition. Things had been strained because the old alpha of this territory had returned and caused a hell of a lot of chaos. But then Ethan McBride disappeared. His son, Samson had claimed that his father went back into retirement.
Olin had a feeling that was a load of bull. Something happened the night the big fight took place at Samson's house and no one was saying a word. But Olin wasn't complaining. Ethan was gone. That's all he needed to know.
It took him around thirty-five minutes to get to Syn's. Olin parked behind Talyn's truck and made his way to the front door. He pulled the screen door open and stepped inside.
Then he groaned.
What was Coop doing here?
Olin couldn't take it anymore. He set the controller aside and said, “Bathroom break.” He got up and walked away as quickly as possible, praying Coop didn't notice the outline of his erection.
He closed the bathroom door and leaned against it, letting go of a deep sigh. He'd managed to ignore fantasies about Coop before. Why was he so affected now?
Because he's in the same room with you.
Olin tried to count to twenty. When that didn't work, he envisioned his creepy boss trying to hit on him. Not even that unwanted image helped him to lose his hard-on.
If I jack off, then Coop will smell it when I go back in there.
There was no way in hell Olin was going to let Coop think he wanted the guy. He didn't. He couldn't help it if his dick didn't know the guy was an asshole.
Olin turned on the tap and splashed his face with cold water. He patted it dry and then grabbed the handle to the bathroom door. You can do this. Just think about something else.
When Olin opened the bathroom door, Coop was standing there. The man's dark-gold eyes had grown darker as he pushed Olin into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. Olin's heart began to race as his chest rose and fell rapidly. His cock grew painfully hard as he gazed into Coop's blazingly beautiful eyes.
“What are you—” But Olin's protest was cut short when Coop gripped the back of Olin's hair and slammed their lips together. Olin shoved at the guy's chest, but parted his lips when Coop's tongue probed at them.
As Coop's scent overwhelmed him, Olin forgot why he should push the guy away. He forgot everything as he pulled Coop toward him and tried to climb the man's body. Coop lifted Olin off his feet and set him on the counter. That allowed Olin to wrap his legs around Coop's waist. Pleasure rushed over him as his body ached to be filled.
He kisses like a dream.
Their tongues tangled together as Coop's hands wrestled with the belt around Olin's waist. Oh, god. The man tasted so damn good, like spice and heaven all rolled into one. Olin wanted to feel Coop buried deep inside of him. He wanted to feel the man pounding into his ass.
He wiggled as Coop pulled Olin's pants down his legs. Their movements were rushed and jerky as Coop began to nibble his way over Olin's jaw. The scrape of the man's beard only heightened Olin's pleasure. He dug his fingers into Coop's shoulders as his cock sprang free, the cool air kissing the head as Olin whimpered.
Without a word, Coop dropped to his knees and swallowed Olin all the way down his throat. Olin bit into the palm of his hand to stop himself from shouting as he fell backward, hitting his head against the medicine cabinet. He thrust his hips forward and moaned when Coop slid a wet finger into his ass.
Olin slouched, trying his best to push his ass further off the counter, to give Coop more room. He was going to come. There was no way he could stop it. Not when Coop was sucking Olin's intelligence out through his dick.
He had thought about having sex with Coop—though he had always refused to jack off to those images. But his fantasies had never come close to being this damn amazing. He wanted to shove Coop away long enough to turn onto his hands and knees, yet he didn't want Coop's mouth to leave his cock.
Olin hissed and bit his lower lip when his balls drew up tight. He gripped the edge of the counter, ready for his release, almost begging for it.
And then Coop pulled away.
Olin gaped at the man in shock. But before he could curse the man for being a tease, Coop pulled Olin from the counter, turned him around, and then bent Olin over it. The guy rummaged through the cabinet as Olin pressed his ass into Coop's denim-covered erection. Olin's body shook with anticipation. He was about to get what he'd fantasized about. He whimpered as he glanced back at Coop.
“One minute, baby,” Coop said before he pulled a tube of petroleum jelly from the cabinet. He squeezed some onto his fingers before he thrust them deep inside Olin.
Olin bit his lower lip, stifling his loud moans. Coop began to kiss the nape of Olin's neck as he worked his fingers in and out of Olin's ass.
This was insane! Olin should not be enjoying this. He should be pushing Coop away and telling the man to go to hell. He shouldn't be fucking himself on the man's fingers. But, oh…it felt so damn good. He couldn't stop his body from writhing, his cock from leaking, or the continuous moans from escaping.
“Are you ready for me?” Coop growled the words into Olin's ear.