Page 56 of Primal Bonds 1

I took in a deep breath and was about to wrap my hand around my cock to start with the masturbation when I heard Adam’s voice.

“Shiro?”

My heart skipped, and I swore internally. Working on calming myself down, I said, my voice hoarse, “Yeah?”

“You okay in there?” he asked.

I furiously nodded my head even though I knew he couldn’t see me. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

So he’d believe me, I hastily got up as I took off myhospital pajama shirt at the same time. Then I rushed over to the shower, turned it on, and worked on taking off the pants. I was in such a rush that as the pants came off, my legs got entangled with them and I slipped and fell on my side with athud.

Fuck!

“Shiro!” Adam’s urgent voice came loudly, following by the door bursting open.

Here, my intention was for him to leave me alone, and I had worked hard on that, but apparently, I fucked up and it backfired. Adam was already inside the en suite, while I was still sprawled on the floor of the shower—stark naked and with a pair of hospital pajama pants wrapped around my ankles, a sprinkling of water running down on me.

Pain was coursing through my body like a raging inferno while I was working on clearing my head. Then I felt Adam beside me, pulling the pants from my legs. My face flushing hot, I turned to look at him. Thank goodness he had an impassive expression on his face. If he were to laugh, I just knew I wouldn’t be able to handle it. The situation was so fucking embarrassing, after all.

He scooped me into his arms and then lifted me up. “You aren’t well yet. You shouldn’t be rushing around doing anything,” he said.

Licking my lip, I said, “It’s okay. I’m fine.” Though one of my wrists was damn sore, and I knew I had sprained it. “You can put me down,” I requested, since I didn’t want to feel so helpless, especially in front of him, though being in his arms made my heart swell with delight.

Adam would have none of it, however, and carried me out the door and back into the bedroom. He put me on the bed, and the bright morning sunlight streaming through the vast windows did nothing to hide my nakedness and my stupid hard dick from Adam’s eyes.

I brought my knees up and hugged myself, so Adam wouldn’t notice too much, but of course, he had already glimpsed my dick, and he said, “You were taking care of that, weren’t you?”

Cheeks hot, I said, “I don’t usually get it.”

“Get what?” he asked.

“Hard,” I said.

He chuckled. “You’re a grown boy. It just means you’re healthy.” He caught my forearm and inspected my wrist. “I knew it. You’ve sprained it.”

“I’m clumsy,” I said, thinking how stupid I was.

“I’ll get an ice pack,” he said. Then he got up and left the room. I took the opportunity to get up and head into the walk-in closet. I retrieved a pair of underwear and track pants and, with one hand—the one that wasn’t sprained—pulled them on. I was just putting the t-shirt on when Adam returned. The moment he saw me out of bed, he gave out an exasperated sight. “Shiro.”

Damn, he sounded like an annoyed guardian, which made me feel all warm and cozy inside. Feeling slightly giddy, I said, “I needed to get dressed.”

“Come here,” he said, which I obliged.

Standing in front of him, he stroked my fox ear, and I groaned softly. When he moved his hand back, he said, “Sit.” He indicated the bed. I did, and he placed the ice pack on my wrist.

“Thanks,” I said.

He chuckled as he sat next to me. “You’re pretty helpless, aren’t you? I wonder how you survived before I met you.”

I pouted. “I certainly wasn’t this helpless before I met you.”

“Mm-hmm.” He wrapped his arm around my waist, which drew my attention to him.

Huh? What was he doing?

“Now then, let’s deal with this cock of yours.”

I widened my eyes and my heart started racing.