Heat floods my face and my body as embarrassment takes over. I’m flustered trying to collect all the glass and forget basic human cleaning skills. A piece of glass pierces my skin, making me wince, and before I can pull it out, shadows surround me. Turning my head, I see River and McHottie at my side.
“Shit, Theo. Are you okay? Of course you are not okay, you have a big ass piece of glass sticking out of your hand,” River speaks up.
I can hardly hear him from all the blood rushing through my ears at the fact that this insanely hot guy is holding my hand.
“You need to be fucking careful; this could have been a lot worse. Fuck.” His deep baritone voice sends ripples of desire through me.
His large hand cups mine, examining the injury.
“Ease up on the Daddy vibes, there, Colt baby. You might scare Theo away.”
“Brother, can you take him into our office to clean him up?” I recognize the voice; it is that of my boss.
Did he just call McHottie, aka Colt, his brother? Great, just great.
I try to pull my hand back, but he holds me firm, keeping his eyes firmly secure on mine. Dark, lust-filled eyes stare back at me, making my balls throb in my pants.
Did I hear that right? Did River tell Colt to hold his Daddy side in check not to scare me away?
My dick swells behind my zipper at the thought. Hell, it has been my secret fantasy for as long as I can remember. My porn history is all Daddy and Bear kinks, and even though Colt is no Bear as they call themselves, he looks like a man who will dominate but also care for his partners.
Damn, River is a lucky man.
My eyes widen a fraction as I take in Colt.
His nostrils flare, his breathing has picked up, and I try again to pull free from his hold. I cannot have this man look at me when he is dating someone else.
“Stop, boy.” His words have my whole body turning to stone.
“Oh, I see,” River whispers, delight filling his voice. “Let’s go to the twins’ office and deal with this, shall we?”
I turn to look at him; he is closer than I remember a few short minutes ago.
“Up,” Colt commands, and my body obeys without an afterthought.
I frown at River, who winks, a wide smile brightening up his face.
He is so freaking handsome.
My heart is beating a mile a minute in my chest like it is training for some kind of marathon. My gaze bounces between Colt and River as they surround me, leading me to the office of my bosses.
Colt has his arm around my waist, his free hand holding my now cloth-covered hand, that I didn’t notice was added. Notes of oil and vanilla fill my senses with his closeness.
My feet are unsteady, because did I mention that I hate the sight of blood?
With both men at my sides supporting my weight, they lead me into the office. Colt helps me sit, while River pads across the room, as he searches for a first aid kit.
Colt crouches beside me, his tone deep, commanding. “You should have been more careful. You are lucky it is just this little cut.”
“Little?” I babble, looking down at my hand. The cloth is a mixture of red from my blood and white.
“Colt, take a breath. He is okay,” River calls out, with his back still turned to us as he looks.
“What is happening here?” Colt looks over at River, and I see his gaze track his ass as he bends over, looking through a bottom cupboard.
His thumb brushes across the wrist of my injured hand, and I let my eyelids flutter closed, focusing on the warmth of his hand in mine. I bet his hands would feel so good all over my body.
River yells triumphantly, breaking my thoughts of his boyfriend holding my hand. “Found it!” he declares. “Let’s patch you up, honey.”
