Neo grumbles this as the door opens and Wylder appears. His eyes flick to Neo on the bed, and I hear the small intake of breath from my best friend.
I fucking knew it.
“You called.” Wylder addresses Cade, barely glancing at Neo.
“Yeah. Please escort Neo out of here. Give him something to do.” Cade leans into his brother and whispers, “Like your cock.”
Wylder pinches the bridge of his nose and replies loudly enough for everyone to hear. “I’m not gay, Cade.”
“So fucking what?” Neo pipes up. “I suck dick like a champ. Probably better than any woman you’ve had.”
Wylder sighs, but I see the way his nostrils flare in annoyance. “Come on, brat. I have things I need to discuss with you. First being why the fuck you changed the background on my computer to a cat flipping me off.”
Neo giggles like a maniac. “Genius, I know. You won’t ever be able to get that off, either. I made it stick.”
Wylder’s lips thin. He moves toward Neo, reaching out and wrenching him roughly off the bed.
Neo never goes anywhere willingly, but he allows Wylder to pull him around.Interesting.
“And you need to change my calendar back to what it was. ‘Suck Neo’s cock’ is not on my agenda, and nor will it ever be,” Wylder hisses as the two of them head for the door.
Cade chuckles as it slams behind them. “Wylder’s in for it.”
“He is. Maybe more than he knows.”
Cade moves back to my side and glances at the spot where Neo just was. He stares at it longingly, and I know exactly what will make us both feel better.
“Come on. Neo didn’t hurt me when he was lying here.”
“I know, but I’m so much bigger.”
“You are,” I sigh. “But not having you near me is detrimental to my mental health, so please do us both a favor and get over here.”
Cade thinks on it for a minute, but then utters, “If you insist.”
“I do.” I scoot as far as I can without hurting myself, and Cade kicks off his shoes, climbing in next to me. His nose gently hits my neck, and he inhales.
“I can’t smell good,” I say.
“You smell amazing. Just like I remember.”
I feel his breath hit my skin, and I lean into him as much as I can. He’s treating me carefully, making sure not to touch my hands or arms, but his kisses on my skin are like the wisp of butterfly wings.
They make a shiver move through me.
They make me feel alive.
“I won’t do more than this,” he tells me. “Not until you’re better, but fuck, I needed to do it just once.”
“You can always kiss me. Anytime. Anywhere.”
He leans up and looks down at me, a lock of hair falling across his forehead. I wish I could reach up and brush it away, but I can’t. It would hurt too damn bad.
“Just one kiss,” he says, a plea in his tone. “Just one, and then you need to rest.”
“Yes. Please.”
His lips meet mine, soft and gentle, a whisper, a promise. A glimpse of things to come.
