He grins but then points to the lavender bath oil.
“Good choice.” I kiss his forehead again and add a few drops. “You just relax. I’m going to change your sheets.”
His hand shoots out, and he shakes his head.
“I won’t be far, and you can call if you need me.”
He lets go reluctantly but then leans back into the water.
I leave the bathroom but keep the door open in case he needs me. Then I realize my pants are painfully tight, and I need to readjust myself in my well-tailored slacks.
Yep, I’m attracted to Rory.
It’s obvious he’s attracted to me, but what am I going to do about it?
Leaving him alone isn’t an option, but I’m not gay. I’ve never been attracted to a guy, ever.
What is it about Rory that pushes all my buttons? Maybe, instead of wondering what it is, I should get to know him better. See if it’s just a need to care for him or if it’s more?
Don’t lie to yourself. You fucking hate liars.
Sighing, I strip and remake the bed with the sheets I find in the linen closet. When I close the door, I hear a splash, and Rory squeaks.
Shit! Did he slip?
I run back into the bathroom and see him huddled in a ball like he normally does in his sweatshirts when he’s scared or nervous.
“Oh, baby. I’m sorry.” I fall to my knees, wrap my arms around him, and pull him out of the tub. I’m getting soaked, but I don’t give a fuck. “Was I too loud, or was I gone too long?”
He just sniffles into my neck and shakes.
“It’s okay, you can tell me.” He shakes his head and climbs even closer to me. “I’m sorry.” I grab the towel and wrap it around his back. “I won’t leave you again.” The shaking gets worse, so Irock us back and forth. “Should I tell you a story?” He stills for a moment but then nods. This might be the easiest way to tell him how I became what I am today.
“Once upon a time, there was a man who wanted more than what he had and was angry that others had what he craved.” I feel his warm breath on my skin. “He got so mad that he started picking fights just to make himself feel better. When he realized that he was good at it, he decided to organize his own fighting ring.”
Rory’s lips press against my neck. Not a kiss, just a touch.
“Is this story too scary for you?” His head shakes rapidly, so I continue. “The fights were brutal and bloody, but the angry man never lost. Soon, everyone wanted to face him, and he beat them all. People started to call him boss, and he liked the sound of that, but he still wanted more. So he took the money he made and put it into other things, but his greed knows no bounds, and he keeps searching for more even today, even though he has everything.”
Rory’s gently sucking on my neck now, and I shudder. Shit, why does that feel so good?
My head falls back against the bathroom wall and I sigh. “I guess he’s just lonely, lost, looking for something to fill the empty space in his life.”
Or someone, my brain supplies.You’ve been hiding your nurturing side for too long.Mal’s words echo in my head.
“Come on, rabbit. Let’s get you back in bed.” He bites my neck harder, and I shift underneath him. “You should stop that, baby. Daddy’s getting naughty ideas.”
Rory stops, but then he licks my neck.
“Rabbit,” I warn. He gives my neck a kiss and then just rests his head on my shoulder. I huff a laugh. “Do you want me to carry you?” His arms tighten around my neck, so I stand up holding him tight to my body.
I walk him into his room and gently lay him on his bed. Then I use the towel to dry him off, doing my best to ignore his dick. I don’t want to make him uncomfortable with my attentions.
“Where are your pajamas?”
He points to his dresser, and I notice that he has a thumb in his mouth, and he’s snuggling the rabbit I got him.
This boy is adorable, so I lean down over him and kiss the fist that’s resting on his lips.
