Page 11 of Bedlam
Turning the water off, I step out and grab a towel, drying myself off and walking into the room to the dresser. We all stashed clothes here over the past few months, so I grab boxers and sweats, pulling them on over my legs and up my thighs. Her scent smacks me in the face again, and I quickly leave theroom, shutting the door behind me. I can’t be in there, not alone at least. I lean against the door and release the breath I was holding, heading back downstairs.
Going down to the entertainment room, I grab another bottle of tequila, a few joints from her stash under the bar, and wait for Ryder to come in here.
Walking over to the TV, I put it on and pick a random movie, not giving a fuck what’s on, but needing the background noise to drown out the silence. Ryder walks in wearing nothing but gray sweats. My eyes rake down his fit body as he holds the first aid kit and some snacks, causing me to laugh.
“Can you finish stitching me?” he grins, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip and I nod like a fucking idiot, lost for words.
“We are going to have to go to one of the rooms so you can lay down while I do it. It will be much easier that way.” I suggest and he spins, walking back out as I grab the bottle and the joints. Following him down the hall, he makes a right into one of the guest rooms and plops on the bed, growling.
“When will you learn, my guy?” I chuckle, handing him the bottle and the joints as I kneel between his legs, taking out the supplies I need from the kit.
“So, I have a nephew?” He asks and I nod.
“Apparently, Ryker got her pregnant a fewyears ago and her parents sent her away to have the baby. They actually convinced her the baby had died during birth. Did you know she was a trafficked kid and not a Pierce by blood?” I ask as I thread the needle, placing it on the kit as I pull his sweats down. I’m trying to stay professional, but my eyes can’t help as they wander down and notice how big he is.
“If you want me naked, all you have to do is ask,” he winks, lighting the joint.
“Is that right?” I grin, sliding the needle through his skin, causing him to hiss as he holds the joint to my lips. I take a deep pull, trying to stay focused on the conversation and the task at hand, but he is making it extremely hard. Blowing the smoke in his direction, I continue to glide the needle in and out of his wound, pulling tight with every pass.
“I’ve had enough of the heavy tonight.” He admits, and I nod in agreement. I’m ready to drown myself in tequila and chill out.
“Agreed, pass the bottle, big boy.” I smirk as he hands it to me. Taking a deep gulp, I give it back and take another hit off the joint.
“One last pass-through and this is done. Then I’m going to need you to stand.” I say and he raises a brow.
“Don’t give me that look, you forgot again that I need to wrap your ribs, asshole.” I laugh and he shakes his head.
“Fine, you win.” He says as I tie the ends of the thread and slide off the bed. He’s not going to like what I need to do next, but he will get over it.
“Come on, fucker, roll off the bed. Let’s get this over with.” I order and he rolls, groaning with each movement.
“Take a long swig of the bottle, then hand it over.” I order again and he does just that. I pull him to me and our eyes lock as he bites his bottom lip.
Holding his gaze, I tip the bottle and slowly let the alcohol pour over his wound. He growls, gripping my hips, never breaking eye contact. I bring the bottle to my lips and take a sip, swallowing hard. I can feel how hard he is against me, but I take a step back and grab the ace bandage.
He steps into my space, crowding me, but I place my hand on his ribs, causing him to wince. I push the bandage over his stomach, around his back and cover his ribs. I work on wrapping him once before running my hands smoothly over the bandage,making sure it stays tight, but not too tight. He leans in and whispers in my ear,
“I know you’re hard for me. Will you just let me make you feel good?” I ignore him, wrapping him one more time before running my hands over his ribs, and this time he doesn’t wince.
“Good boy,” I praise, and he groans, causing my cock to twitch. He relights the joint, pressing it to my lips again. I take a deep hit and blow it into his face. The tequila is finally hitting me and I revel in it. I laugh, taking a step back.
“What’s so funny?” He asks, and I say nothing. I’m not even sure I know myself.
“You going to answer my question?” He pushes and I shake my head.
“I'm not even sure anymore. The tequila is finally hitting me.” I laugh and he grins.
“Not that,” he says and my eyes widen, thinking back to his earlier question.
“I’m not gay, man. I’ve only hooked up with Jay.” I admit, and he laughs.
“Did you like it?” He asks, sin dripping in his voice as he arches a brow.
“I did, a lot.” I admit, and he nods.
“That doesn’t mean you're gay, Spade. That means you like to feel good, and it doesn’t matter the gender.” He whispers, caging me in as his eyes look down at my lips, then back up to my eyes. His hands roam over my chest and down my stomach, causing my abs to flex. I stand there, letting his touch be the distraction I need right now.
“You want to make me feel good, Big Boy?” I rasp, and he nods slowly.