“Nope, and I got the bruised throat to prove it.”
“Shit, fuck,” Hudson muttered beside me. “Look what you started.”
Connor laughed. “Let’s not forget it was us poor bastards who had to put up with you two eating each other’s faces off when we were kids. You think we didn’t know he was feeling you up every chance he got?”
“Stop,” I whined.
“Yeah, Con,” Hudson said deadpan. “Stop.”
The two of them sniggered from the other side of the room, but they left it alone. Hudson’s fingers stroked the hair at the side of my head, away from the stitches. I closed my eyes as he massaged my temple. His fingers felt like magic.
I jerked awake a little while later when Hudson moved and picked me up. “What?” I asked sleepily, turning to look around.
“You don’t want to do that,” he chuckled. I heard a quiet groan and agreed, squeezing my eyes shut, even though the room was dark now that the TV was off as well. I didn’t want to see what they were doing.
“This is supposed to be my safe space,” I joked.
Hudson peered down at me with a half-smile, remembering how I moaned continuously about public sexual antics.
“Hey, reprobates, remember where you are. We’re going to bed.”
“Night,” Con mumbled and Warren laughed, but the rustling told me they were getting up. They weren’t about to risk being caught.
“Where will they go?” I asked.
“Do we need to worry about them right now?” he asked.
“Guess not,” I grinned. “You know I can walk?”
“I do.”
“So why don’t you let me?”
“Cos I don’t fucking want to. How’s that?”
“Asshole.”
He laughed, and I jostled. But he didn’t deny it. He only put me down when we reached the bathroom in my room and even then I had to force him outside so I could use the toilet in peace. I let him back in once I’d washed up and we brushed our teeth side by side. I kept casting sly glances at him, wondering what was running through his mind.
Did he think this was as strange as I did? Strange in that, it felt right?
"Stop thinking," he said after spitting and rinsing. “You’ll hurt your head.”
“You’re on a roll tonight, aren’t you?”
Before I could protest, he swept me up again. “Jesus, you big caveman. This is unnecessary.”
He took me to bed and stripped me. Before he could tuck me in, I reached down and stroked over his dick, which he’d done a terrible job of hiding while he was taking care of me. He grabbed my wrist and shook his head.
“I want to,” I told him quietly.
“It’s not safe.”
“For me, you can have as many orgasms as you want.”
“Not without you.”
I paused but didn’t let go of him. “That is the sweetest, yet dumbest thing any man has ever said.”
