Right Man, Right Time (The Vancouver Agitators, #3)(99)

“Thank you.” He pauses and then asks, “Does all of this make you look at me differently?”

“Yes,” I answer. “But probably not in the way that you’re thinking. It makes me fall for you even more. Because now you’ve let me see a piece of your heart. I see your warmth. Your fear. It makes you more human, and I love that. If anything, you’re even more sexy than before.”

That causes him to smirk. “If that was even possible.”

“Oh my God.” I roll my eyes, causing him to laugh.

“In all seriousness, babe, thank you. It will take me a second to process all of this, and I can’t promise it’ll be easy. I’m still struggling with trust. I still have that deep-rooted fear of opening up to others, so I’ll need you to be patient with me.”

“I’ll be patient, Silas, because you’re worth it.”





Chapter Twenty





SILAS





Silas: What are you up to?

Ollie: I’m in class right now, pretending to take notes on my computer. In reality, I’m texting you and looking through an article about the type of training you do.

Silas: Why read an article when you can ask me?

Ollie: I can’t just have one source. It’s good to have multiple. Also, I’m bored out of my mind and didn’t know what you were doing, so this was an easy thing to do to keep my mind sharp.

Silas: Keeping your mind sharp should include paying attention in class.

Ollie: Uh-huh, and how often did you pay attention?

Silas: Often enough.

Ollie: For some reason, I don’t buy it. I feel like you fucked around a lot.

Silas: Nah, I liked learning about muscles and shit. It was the gen-ed classes that nearly destroyed me.

Ollie: A waste of time if you ask me. No geography class would convince me to change my major. That’s for damn sure.

Silas: It was English lit for me.

Ollie: Was it because they weren’t reading Harry Potter?

Silas: Pretty much.

Ollie: What are you doing?

Silas: Just got done warming up my legs. Now watching Posey eat a bologna sandwich, and I’m utterly disgusted.

Ollie: I think he needs a woman.

Silas: I think there might be one, but I can’t be sure. Ever since the bar, he’s been a bit off.

Ollie: You mean “oye, my dick” off?

Silas: I’m so fucking glad I told you that was Posey.

Ollie: I’m still on the fence about that.





“How are things with Ollie?” Pacey asks quietly as we sit on the bus, heading back to our hotel. We’re staying an extra night in Vegas, then traveling to Arizona tomorrow morning.

“Good. I, uh, I told her everything that happened with Sarah.”

“How did she handle it?”

“Really well. It felt like a weight was being lifted off my shoulders.”

“So you feel better? You’re going for it?”

My phone buzzes in my hand with a text message from her.

“Yeah. She makes me feel good. She oddly makes me feel whole.”

“That’s good, man,” Pacey says. “I can feel your relief. I feel like you’ve been carrying around this heavy weight for the past few years, and now it seems like you’re not alone in carrying it.”

“I’m not,” I say as I glance down at her text.

Ollie: Congrats on the win. Call me when you get to the hotel.





“Do you always win this much?” Ollie asks as she lies in front of her phone. She told me she got a tripod to hold her phone so she doesn’t have to hold it while she talks to me. And from the view I have down her sports bra, I agree it was an amazing purchase.

“We’re champions, babe. That’s what we do.”

“Ooo, look at you all cocky.”

“You have to be, or else you’re eaten alive out there on the ice.”

“This might be a stupid question, but have you gotten in any fights?”

“More than I can probably remember. It always happens. Tension runs high during games, and hockey is already a physical sport.”

“Well, I don’t like that. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“To get hurt, you have to lose the fight. I don’t lose.”

“You’re oddly turning me on.”

“Yeah?” I ask with a lift of my brow.

“Yeah, but it could also be from sitting here, staring at you without a shirt on. Seriously, Silas, your body is incredible.”

“Thanks, babe.”

“And I haven’t been able to properly explore it the way that I want to.” She playfully pouts.

“Whose fault is that?”

“Yours,” she says in an accusing tone. “If you had opened up a little sooner, you’d already know what it feels like to be inside me.”

“Babe, don’t torture me.”

“You realize I love sex, right? I love the feeling of an orgasm, and I haven’t had many delivered by men. Yonny is the only other guy who’s been inside me. And he wasn’t super into anything, not even my mouth.”

“I would give up my entire savings to have your mouth on my cock right now.”