She sensed something as we were lying in bed. “What are you thinking?”

“I don’t know if I should tell you. You might kick me out of here.”

“Tell me.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

I rested my head in the crook of her neck and said, “Okay, then. I want to eat your pussy more than I want my next breath.” I looked up to gauge her reaction.

Her entire face went flush, but I sensed it was in a good way as she bit her bottom lip and said, “Okay.”

“Okay, as in, you’re down for it?”

“Yes.” She scratched her fingers along my chest. “On one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“I get to go down on you, too, while you’re doing it.”

Eden’s face turned beet red. I knew she was no stranger to dirty talk because of her job, but man, I loved seeing her blush.

“I’m pretty sure I almost just came in my pants, Eden. You can’t talk to me like that.”

“Don’t come. Don’t waste it that way. I want you to come in my mouth.” Her face turned even redder.

“Okay, that time I really almost lost it. You can’t say stuff like that to me.”

I pulled her to me and let out an exasperated breath in her mouth.

Fuck it.

I needed this.

We both needed this.

She started to pull her shorts down as we kissed. I don’t think I’d ever unbuckled my pants so fast in my life. My inhibitions were dying with each second.

Our kiss deepened as she fumbled with my jeans to pull them off. My balls ached. I was so ready for this.

“Eden!” I heard from outside the door.

She jumped up. “Ollie?” She grabbed her shorts and put them on before running to the door.

Shit.

I quickly pulled up my pants and fastened my belt. Despite the interruption, my dick was painfully hard.

She opened the door, and Ollie was standing there holding his stomach.

“I don’t feel so good.”

Eden knelt down and placed her arms around him. “What’s wrong?”

“My tummy.”

“Do you feel like you’re gonna throw up?”

“Yeah.”

“Crap. Okay.” She stepped right into action. “Let’s go to the toilet.”

Eden took him to the bathroom, and soon after I could hear the sounds of him hurling.

Poor little guy.

I walked over to the bathroom. “You need anything?”

“No. He’ll be fine.”

His head was halfway in the toilet bowl when he mumbled, “Hi, Ryder.”

“Hey, buddy. I’m sorry you’re sick.”

He slowly got up, and Eden led him over to the sink to wash his hands.

“I normally sleep in his room when he’s sick,” she said.

“Of course. Do what you need to do.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“Don’t be silly, Eden.”

“Is Ryder staying the night?” Ollie asked.

“Yeah. I didn’t feel like going back to the hotel.”

“Can you sleep in my room with me instead of Eden?”

She tried to intervene. “We don’t want Ryder to get sick.”

“I’m not worried about that,” I assured her. “I haven’t thrown up since I was a kid. I really think I’m immune. I’d love to bunk with Ollie, keep an eye on him tonight.”

“You don’t have to,” Eden insisted.

Trying my best to make eye contact with her in the dark, I said, “I want to.”

She kept looking at me, as if she expected me to change my mind. “Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

I stole one last kiss from her before I took Ollie’s hand and followed him into his room. Despite not being able to see, he knew his way around the house really well. Eden had mentioned that being one of the reasons she couldn’t move, because it would be so difficult for him to adjust to a new layout.

Eden followed us into his room with a large basin. “Keep this by the bed in case he vomits again.”

“Got it,” I said as Ollie and I both lay down on his mattress.

I reached for Eden’s hand before she left and squeezed it. She bent down to where we were lying and kissed me. I would have much rather been doing what we started in her bedroom, but I knew I was needed in here more.

Things were quiet for a long while before I heard Ollie’s voice. “I can’t sleep.”

I turned to him. “That’s probably because you’re thinking about it too much. Whenever I focus on not being able to sleep, I never can.” I leaned my chin on my hand. “How are you feeling?”

“Still a little sick, but better after I threw up.”

“Good.”

Ollie let out some heavy breaths. I wondered if there was something more bothering him besides the insomnia.

“What’s wrong, Ollie?”

After several seconds, he finally answered me. “Are you really coming back?”

It took me a moment to respond. “Yes. That I can promise, so long as your sister wants me to.”

“I’m gonna miss you.”

“I’m gonna miss you, too.”

“Ethan said he’d be back to see me, but he never came back. I’m afraid I’ll never see you again.”

Shit. How could I argue with him when his personal experience backed up the theory of my never returning?