“Yes, a huge one.”
I smiled. I couldn’t help myself. “I’ll do it.”
He released me again and I kept my focus on staying like he’d asked with my eyes closed.
“Good, you’re doing so well, my Prince.”
His footsteps retreated but were back within a minute. I kept my eyes closed and the pressure on my thigh. He pressed his lips to my temple and my chest tightened. The feelings I had for him crashed into me. They’d taken root so deep over the last six months and I hadn’t realized how much I’d counted on him and needed those nights in the library.
“I knew you could do it.”
I beamed.
“This isn’t going to feel good. I don’t have any lidocaine.”
I laughed right in his face. “I think you’ve done much worse.”
“We’ve never played with needles.”
“I would have let you.” I would have let him do anything to me and suddenly I was sad. Sad for what I was losing. Sad for the little bit of reprieve I had to look forward to. It would all be gone by the time the snow melted. I could never go back to the Aiden who looked forward to the stranger in the library.
“I know.” He removed the sheet from my fingers and started to clean the wound.
I slouched, sliding down the mirror. A single tear rolled down my cheek, not from the pain or what he was doing, but for the loss that weighed heavy on my soul.
I didn’t make a peep the entire time he stitched me up. Not a single sound. I didn’t move. I was well trained.
He straightened up and stared at me until I looked at him. “All done.”
“Thank you.” I didn’t know what to do. My resolve to dig myself out of this trap had faded somewhere while he was fixing my leg.
“You’re welcome. Let me help you to the shower.”
“I don’t need help. I don’t want you to touch me.”
He laughed.
“What’s so fucking funny?”
“Your cock disagrees with you.” I followed his line of sight and sure enough. I was rock hard.
“He never knew what was good for him, like alienating his own brother!” I slid off the counter, feeling the ache in my thigh. I’d gotten myself good. I reached for the water and turned it on.
“Adam will be fine.”
I turned on him. “Adam will be fine? You don’t believe that, do you? He’s going to flip his fucking shit. I’ve had one brother not talk to me for fourteen fucking years, I can’t lose Adam, too.” I’d just gotten Avery back.
“That wasn’t your fault. You were ten.”
“It was something.” I sighed, sad about it all.
“Then don’t tell him, I don’t care. I want to keep seeing you.” His words were softer than they normally were. There was a feeling behind them and it scared me. He couldn’t possibly feel what I did. Could he? Were those nights as cherished for him as they were for me?
I was daft for thinking they were. I had to be.
“You’re going to lie to him? He’ll be here in two days. How the fuck are you going to look him in the eyes while he’s here?”
He grabbed my face with both hands. I was so fucked. How was I going to say no to him when he looked at me like that? When we were trapped together until they dug us out?
“Do you want to stop seeing me?” he asked.
“Yes…no…I don’t know.”
“You don’t have to decide now. We have two days. Let’s get you in the shower.” He stopped me again, and I was too tired to fight.
I didn’t know if it was the adrenaline wearing off or all of this setting in, but I suddenly had no fight left in me. He set me on my feet in the shower and held his hand under the spray to check the temperature.
“I’m getting in with you.” He stared at me, waiting for an objection I guessed.
I didn’t say anything but my gaze drifted down his body. He was perfect. As good as I remembered from high school. Still ripped. I guess he would need to be with all the park ranger shit he did. I could only assume it was all hiking and chopping wood and rescuing people. He popped the button on his jeans and I was drooling. The dark trail of hair under his belly button dipped into his boxers.
I bit my lip and muttered. “Oh shit.”
“You saw me this morning.”
“I wasn’t looking! I was running away.” I’d seen a little bit of course but this was up close and personal. In my face.
“So this is the first time?” He was way too smug about it but I couldn’t control my reaction. I’d been dreaming about seeing Jensen naked since high school when he’d taken his shirt off next to my brother’s car after practice while they were chatting and waiting for me. They’d just finished and he was dripping with sweat.
He looked better now. Thicker. Filled out and fully muscled. What a change ten years made. I swallowed hard, forcing my gaze back to his as he pushed out of his jeans and boxers. I was too busy noticing the chest hair to care about his grin. I’d known the chest hair was there, I’d felt it sometimes when he pulled me into his chest but seeing it made me feel some way.
“Get out of the way.” He poked a finger into my back, making me step in the direction of the water.
I did and looked over my shoulder to get a look at his dick. It was shameless but I was past caring. It had been an exhausting morning. I shouldn’t have looked. It only reaffirmed him as the perfect guy who would never want me… who did want me. I closed my eyes.
“I see you looking.” He pressed into my ass, his cock hardening against my lower back.
“I… I couldn’t help myself.” I brushed my hand over him, not even trying to make it look like an accident. I’d touched his cock many many times, but there was something about seeing it in my hands.
Stop! I have to stop. Find your dignity and self-control man.
“I don’t want you to.” He brushed his lips over the back of my neck.
I dropped my head forward into the water, letting it run over my face. I lost myself to the sensation of him and the warmth of the shower. He pressed the soap into my stomach and lathered me. He tugged me out of the water and soaped me up, handling my cock like he would any other part of my body. He lowered to one knee, cleaning the blood off my thigh and washing each leg in turn. He came up and washed my backside, my ass, his soapy fingers slipping inside and then up my slit.
I moaned. There was no helping it. He cleaned me thoroughly and I stood there, letting him do it and knowing I had to find a way to break things off with him. Had to find a way to convince myself to stop him from touching me. But not yet. Not right now. He turned me around and forced me to step back into the water. He stayed where he was and took my cock in hand. He looked up at me and sucked my tip between his lips.
I gasped. “Daddy.”
He’d never sucked me off. Not in all the time we played.
“When you are good for Daddy, you get rewarded. I told you there would be one.”
“Fuck…” Every other word had left my vocabulary.
“Like that?” He took me further into his mouth, twisting his hand to meet his lips.
“Oh fuck fuck fuck.” My cock was pulsing and my balls were already tight. It could have been the stress or it might have been the pent-up anxiety, but I was not going to last long.