I manage a weak laugh, heart still hammering from the adrenaline and the strange, overwhelming care of these two men.
“We need to pull the glass out, so hold still.” Colt’s voice takes on a softer tone, startling me.
He has been all commanding and alpha until moments ago but now, this sweet side is throwing me.
“I— okay,” I mutter.
My gaze connects with Colt and he smiles, and holy moly on a go-kart, that smile knocks the breath right out of me, along with his following words.
“Good boy.”
Done for.
Seven
COLT
I keep my breaths shallow, not giving away just how much they are both getting under my skin.
The scent of them—aftershave— fills the air, making it difficult to focus on anything but the present moment. Theo’s soft hand shakes in mine, and I have to believe that it is from the sight of blood and not me touching him.
River hovers nearby, his eyes full of concern with a hint of teasing.
I inspect the injury, seeing the shard of glass sticking out from his smooth hand, a hand that clearly has not done a hard day’s work in its life. I like that, though; both Theo and River seem soft, and that is something that turns me on.
“This will hurt. It is a big one.”
“That’s what he said,” River replies with a teasing tone.
I chuckle, and it seems to relax Theo, the tension broken in the room.
Rummaging through the first aid box, I find what I need to help fix Theo’s hand up. Using tweezers, I pull the shard out, andhe hisses. River grips his hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of it in a soothing manner, and the sight of River comforting Theo like that makes my cock rock hard in my jeans.
Once I clean up the blood, I apply some Neosporin to the cut as it is not that deep, and add three Steri-Strips.
Leaning down, I blow gently on the wound.
I hear an intake of breath, and Theo tenses.
Licking my lips, I look up at both men in all their distinctive allure. The contrast between them is striking.
Theo’s softer nerdy style set against River’s confident grin. My gaze bounces between them, taking them both in as they sit in front of me, their presence, the air charged with unspoken possibility.
My mind fills with vivid dirty images of what I want to do to them, the sight of their attention focused on me sending a tidal wave of lust through my veins. For a moment, the world narrows to the three of us in this quiet, the air around us pulsing with both need and desire. I know from experience not to push right away, but rather to ease my boys into it.
“You need to keep this dry for a few days. I will speak to my brothers about you taking a few days off,” I instruct.
Theo blinks, and River chuckles. I wink at him and fuck me, he goes all giggly.
“Do not wink at me; winking at me is a promise of a good time, Colt Woods.”
“Behave.”
“Or what?” River leans forward, bringing our faces closer together.
“River, watch that tone.”
“Again. Or what? You do know that I am loving this Daddy thing you have going on.” River smirks, his eyes bright with excitement. “If I had known, I would have pushed sooner.”
