Asher looked to him, then to me.
“Who said you could stand?” I asked.
Asher looked down at the floor, his hands pressed against the carpet. “I can’t stand up?”
“You made a mess,” Frankie answered, then jerked his thumb toward me. “Now you have to deal with Rory.”
I smiled.Yup. That sounds right.
Asher sat back on his legs, then turned to me. The glint in his eyes gave me all the reassurance I needed that we were on the right path. He pouted his lips, then fluttered his eyelashes again. “Please, Daddy Rory?” he asked with a whine that nearly became a moan. “I want to stand up again.”
I parted my legs and felt my cock hardening. We’d barely been in the hotel room twenty minutes, but already, things were boiling over.
Every time we got together with Asher, it seemed, the furnace was hotter.
I took a drink of my beer, then handed it to Frankie to enjoy. “Get me another beer,” I said. “And I’ll think about it.”
Asher looked to me, then turned his head to the mini fridge. Arching his back slightly, he started to crawl his way across the room, his ass wiggling behind him suggestively.
Just like that.
“Anything for you, Daddy Franklin?” he asked, turning to look at us once he’d crossed the room.
Frankie’s fingers tightened against the bed. I could feel the power radiating off of his body. “No, Asher. You be a good boy and get that beer to Rory.”
Asher bit down on his lip, then crawled back across the room, holding the beer above his head the whole way, right up until he was a few inches away.
I stopped him and took his face in my hands. “Do you like this?” I said. “If you need things to slow down, you just say yellow. And if you want them to stop, say red.”
He blinked a few times, then nodded. “Green,” he whispered.
I grinned. “Very good.”
Asher crawled forward, still arching his back, fire burning in his gaze as he stared at me. He sucked in a breath, then pulled himself the last few inches, dragging his legs down the carpet.
Which is when his foot bumped the side table, and he fumbled a second beer, spilling it down the carpet near the first.
“Fucking what the fuck,” Asher cursed, scrambling with the towel and still on all fours.
I bit down on my lip to stop from laughing out loud and saw that Frankie was doing the same. Suddenly, my chest ached with tenderness for Asher.
I always did fall for clumsy guys.
There was just something so endearing about it.
I pulled myself back to the scene we were playing out. From the way Asher was perching his ass in the air while he cleaned, his hips jutting from side to side, it was clear he hadn’t given up on the fun yet.
He turned back our way, his hands and knees pressed to the floor. “Sorry,” he grumbled.
I nodded and kept my eyes on him. “You’d almost earned back the right to stand again,” I said, clicking my tongue against the roof of my mouth. “Too bad.”
Asher swallowed. “I’ll do whatever you need to make it up,” he whispered. “Whatever it takes.”
I grinned, then held him in my eyes. “Oh, I know you will,” I said. “Now come on. Make my husband happy.”
Asher lowered his jaw and licked his lips. His sandy hair fell over his face, almost long enough to curl. He crawled forward slowly, dragging himself to Frankie. Desire pooled in my balls as I watched, and a growl escaped my chest.
He was ours, and the night had just begun.
