When I reach down and pull my jeans back up, he gently bats my hand away. “Easy. I’ve got you.” He buttons my jeans, lays back down, then pulls me close against his chest again. “Do I want to know how that happened? Did they try to—”
“No. Had the Carrionite in an arm bar.”
He releases an audible breath and when I look up, my heart squeezes. He must’ve thought something worse happened.
“Try to sleep a bit more.” His fingers trail up and down my arm. “When you wake up, I'll help you get cleaned up and then we’ll pack our shit and head east."
“East?”
He nods. “We need help. Got a friend who settled down not far off. Hope he’s still there.”
I scoff and roll my eyes, well, my good eye. “Better not be whoever the fuck Mac is.”
“How do you know that name?” His eyes narrow, gaze searching my face as if I’m hiding some secret.
But I give a little snarl as I turn over and give him my back, just like that morning three months ago.
“Devon, answer.”
“Mumbled some shit in your sleep about wanting to fuck him.”
He lets out a low groan, his forehead coming to rest against my shoulder. “It’s not like that.”
I don’t respond. I want to be mad. I am mad.
At him.
At my father.
At the fuck who bit me, who scarred me.
“Baby boy, look at me.” He gently pulls until I’m flat on my back. “Devon?”
I turn my head, glaring at him. “What?”
“He’s an old army buddy. Known him for almost twenty years.”
I shrug. “Whatever.”
Rex grabs my chin, tilting it up to meet his gaze. “I’m sorry.”
Last night I begged him to open his eyes, would’ve done anything to see the bronze specks in the hazel, and looking at them now makes my heart beat faster.
I won’t ever deny him eye contact again.
“I love you.”
He smiles, pressing his forehead against mine. “Love you, too. So much.”
The feelings in my chest become overwhelming again. “Can I try to sleep now?”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “Still gotta be a little shit.”
I glare at him, then turn over, but instead of pulling away I push in closer and grab one of his stupid arms, draping it across me.
Just because I’m his boy, bastard better not think I’m suddenly going to start listening. You know, be nice and shit.
And this Mac fuck better not look at what’s mine, or I’ll cut off his dick and make him choke on it.
