His hands traced the veins in my forearms while staring up at me. The look in his eyes shot blood straight to my groin.
“Not happening, boy,” I grumbled.
“But Daddy…”
“Concussions mean no sex, no orgasms.”
The pouty face he made cracked me up.
“Laughing isn’t nice, Daddy,” Aiden snarked.
That only made me laugh harder. Turning, I sat down next to him, pulling him into my arms. “I’m so glad you’re gonna be okay. You scared me to death.”
“I’m still scared.”
“I know, but trust me to take care of you. Your job is to focus on getting better.”
“Okay. I’ll try not to worry. It would be a lot easier if there were something to distract me.”
I agreed, but refused to given in to his pouty demands. Instead, I kissed his temple, and he curled into me. We couldn’t stay like this for long, especially since I didn’t know where Mikal lived now.
“Where do your parents live?” I asked, threading my fingers through his hair.
“Grand Rapids.”
I nodded, pulling out my phone to check the time.
“Well, we have a couple of hours to kill…”
“Oh, the things we could do, if only…”
“If only. So, what do you want to do since all our preferred modes of entertainment are off the table?” I asked.
I didn’t mind reading to him, but I just realized I didn’t know if he liked reading.
“Were you serious about reading to me?” he asked, peering up at me.
“Absolutely. What do you like to read?”
He blushed, and the color didn’t creep like usual. It exploded across his face and neck.
“Oh! Now I’m even more curious what you read.”
He cleared his throat. “I like romance novels, but I also like paranormal and romantasy.”
“Romance?” I asked, my brow furrowing, pulling the skin on my face and head tight. “Like the stuff you see onHallmark?”
“If the characters were two gay guys who screw themselves silly, then yes.”
“Gay romance novels?”
“Yep. There are even gay hockey romance novels.”
“Okay. Color me intrigued.”
I pulled up the reading app on my phone and we delved in, discussing books, learning each other’s favorites until we settled on one we both found interesting. Suspense and thrillers were my go-to genres. Seemed my boy and I liked the same kind of books with some smutty goodness thrown in. Porn wasn’t my thing, but if Aiden liked it and the suspense hit right, I was down. His liking the same type of books shouldn’t have come as a surprise because we favored the same movies and television shows.
I moved off the bed, settling into the lounge chair next to him, putting my feet up. Hawk settled himself on the bed next to Aiden’s leg on the opposite side of the bed. As I started reading, phone in one hand, the other lying on the bed next to his leg, our fingers tangled together. Before long, our hands moved to rest in Aiden’s lap beside where Hawk’s head rested.
