bed dip as he kneels on the end. My calf lands on his shoulder as he continues his heated massage up my leg. If I were sitting up, my mouth would be hanging open and I would be drooling—it feels that good.
When he squeezes just above my knee, I moan. I hadn’t realized holding my thighs together in the car could make me sore. “Feel good?” Ollie asks, his voice low.
“God, yes,” I answer, before realizing how dirty it sounds. Ollie flattens his palm on the back of my leg and slides it down to the mattress. He digs his fingers in a little and slides them back up behind my knee. When his palm shifts a little, going to the inside of my thigh, I open my eyes slowly and pull my arm away so I can see him. His lips are parted as he watches his hand move over my leg. He stops again, right before his fingers touch me, and I think the little sound I let out is disappointment.
Ollie’s eyes jump to mine, and this time his eyes remain locked with mine as his hand moves down again. Instead of pulling back when he almost reaches the apex of my legs, his hand stills there, all warm and filled with so many possibilities. I feel the pressure of his palm lighten as one finger traces up the center seam of my jeans.
The door bursts open and Milo is standing there, his eyes jumping from my leg up on Ollie's shoulder to his hand, which is now back to massaging right above my knee. He swallows thickly. “Hey, guys, Ares sent me. Dinner is here, and so are your parents.” For a second, I lie there frozen, unsure of what Milo is thinking.
Ollie gives my leg one last pat. “All right, princess, time to put your game face on.”
I sit up straight, reaching back to swat him across his stomach. “Don’t call me princess, either.”
“Okay, swoppsies.”
I groan out a long-suffering sigh, although I appreciate Ollie trying to lighten the situation. Chancing a look over at Milo, I find him giving Ollie a little elbow jab in a playful sort of way. My relief is swift.
“Are we really doing this whole pet name thing? ‘Cause I can live without it,” I tell Ollie as I rise from Ares’s low bed.
Ollie wraps one arm over Milo’s head and comes to me with an open arm. I fall in beside him while he walks between us. “Of course, I need a special name for you, dumpling, you’re my little pooh bear.”
Milo actually groans at that one. “Jesus, let’s go.” I wrap my hand around Ollie’s waist but grab onto Milo’s shirt at his side. He looks over at me, like it might have been an accident, and his face flushes pink when I don’t let go. I could really get to like this.
Not too surprisingly, meeting Ollie’s parents turned out being relatively easy. When they noticed Milo, Ollie, and I walk into the dining room, none of them batted an eye at our group. One of his dads, Adam, sent a wink in our direction while Scott gave Ollie a hug, with me and Milo still at his side. None of them questioned what I was doing with the group, and from the look on Ollie’s mom’s face when he told her that I was their Synergist, I don’t think it even crossed her mind I could be more than a casual girlfriend or acquaintance.
It took a bit of convincing for her to believe I was, in fact, who he’d said. “Oliver, if you’re lying about this…” His mother, Carolyn, warned. I don’t think she even knew what to threaten him with; he doesn’t even live at home at this point.
“Seriously, Mom, do you really think I would lie about this?” Ollie drops into the chair shaking his head. “I mean, this,” he waves his hand around, encompassing the entire room, “is kind of a big deal.”
“It’s not like it would be the first time. Remember Hawaii?” Carolyn crosses her arms over her chest and looks down at Ollie.
His cheeks flush bright pink. “I didn’t tell you I found our Synergist. I just told you I thought I would find her if we moved to Hawaii. Did you ever live in Hawaii, Laura?”
I can’t hide my grin. “No, can’t say I have.”
“Well, look at that, your motherly wisdom was right all along,” Ollie deflects, sucking up to his mother at