His stuff is all over my bedroom, which means it isn’t in theguestroom, which is where it should be if he’s living with me. Where our parents will be staying, because they always use that room when they come for a visit.
Oh well, I’ll deal with that later.
I get Hanlon propped up on the bed and race into my bathroom to fill the standalone tub I never use. I’ve thought several times about ripping the outdated thing out, but right now, I’m thankful as all fuck that I never did.
I start peeling Hanlon’s clothes off, but it’s a challenge because of how tightly his muscles are coiled. After a significant effort from us both, he’s naked. It takes so long that the tub’s ready at the same time. I need to help him into it to make sure he’s steady and doesn’t slip, so I remove my boots and throw one leg into the hot water, not even bothering to remove any more of my clothes.
“Come on. I won’t let you fall.”
It’s a little sketchy because there isn’t much room for us both in here, but we make do, and I lower him into the tub. Soaking my floor, I kneel down next to the bathtub and plunge my hands inside, grabbing one ankle and then the other, rubbing firm circles around Hanlon’s joints. Then, I palm the sole of his foot and gently move his foot up and down and side to side.
He moans in response, his head lolling against the back of the tub.
Beneath the water, I see him trying to work his fingers open and closed, but he can’t do it quite yet.
Finishing with his ankles, I massage his calves on my way to his knees.
“How you doing, Skittles?”
“Better,” he breathes, although his voice is still too strained for my liking.
“I’m sorry I let that happen to you,” I apologize, swallowing hard.
“It’s not your fault. I’m a grown man,” he says, and I sigh in relief that his teeth aren’t chattering anymore, even though he’s still in pain. “Don’t baby me,” he adds.
“I would never,” I tell him honestly. “I know you can do anything you set your mind to. This isn’t babying you,” I say, massaging his thigh.
“Oh, really? What would you call it then?” he asks, cracking an eye open at me.
“Copping a feel,” I say with a smirk.
His tired smile and huffed laugh relieve the tension that’s been building in my own muscles.
“I think you’re doing it wrong,” he says, slowly reaching his hand forward, nudging mine toward his dick.
“Hanlon,” I whisper. “Have you forgotten our parents are in the living room?”
His eyes open fully. “Fuck. Yes. I forgot. I’ve been kind of out of it for the last hour.” Then his eyes widen even further, and he tries to sit up, but I push him back down with a hand to his chest. “You have to get out of here! Ohmygod, all my shit’s in your room! How are we going to explain that?”
“Relax. I’ll handle it.” I lean over the tub and press a kiss to his lips. Pulling back, I tell him, “Let me see you wiggle your toes.” He does. “Good, now move your feet.” Again, he complies, and I can’t help myself. “You’re such a good boy for me, aren’t you?”
Hanlon makes a gagging sound that unfortunately goes straight to my dick. “Never fucking say that again.”
“Hmm, you’re probably right. Too much,” I agree. “Okay, bend your knees.” He does it with a bit of difficulty, but it’s far better than when I brought him in here.
“I’m going to go get my ass chewed out by our parents now. I want you to take as long as you need in here, okay? I’ll put some sweats on the counter for you.”
Once I know Hanlon is okay to finish on his own, I brace myself for the verbal ass beating I’m about to receive for putting my stepbrother in such a dangerous position.
If only they knew how pissed I already am at myself.
Chapter 30
Hanlon
“If you didn’t want to tell him no as his boss, then you certainly should have told him no as his brother!”
I can hear the yelling from the bathroom. It’s enough to get me out of the tub despite my dire need to stay in it longer. Butfuck allif my parents think they can talk to Stone like that.
