More Than Friends #4
Release date: October 7, 2014
reaching for his socks but with every inch he pulls forward, the mask of pain
on his face gets more intense.
Let me.” I drop to my knees in front of him and pat my thigh. He puts his foot
up so I can pull off one sock then the other.
stands and starts to unbuckle his belt. I glance away and stand too. “I’ll just
give you some privacy.”
turn toward the door, his left arm reaches out to me. “Yeah, thanks.” I take a
quick peek back as his pants fall to the ground and he’s left in just a pair of
Calvin Klein boxer briefs. God, he’s perfect. The hours he spends in the gym
have been well spent. Muscles ripple and bulge over every inch of his body.
looks over his shoulder at his back, straining to see the smeared blood. “This
should be fun.”
around and step back to him. “Oh, right. Well, um, I can, you know, help with
your back…if you want.”
eyes drop to my crotch and slowly trail up to my face. “Sure, if you don’t
silently follow him into the bathroom. He turns on the bath faucet and sets the
temperature. Looking down at his boxers then back at me, he steps over the side
of the tub and lowers himself into the water, careful to keep his bandages dry.
“Ahh, that fucking hurts but it feels good.”
for the bar of soap and unwrap the delicate paper surrounding it. Dipping it in
the water with a hand towel, I lather it up. “Lean forward a little.”
looks deeply into my eyes before scooting forward and resting his cheek on the
side of the tub. With gentle strokes, I wash away the streaks of blood on his
back and side. When there isn’t anything left on his back, I hold my breath and
move the towel to the outside of his bronze bicep.
peeks open and Dylan smiles faintly without stopping me. “I could just fall
I probably can’t lift you out without hurting your shoulder so try to stay
awake for another minute.” With much more force, I run the sudsy towel over the
front of his torso, stopping about an inch from the waist band of his wet
as all visible traces of blood are gone, I drain the tub and help my sleepy
savior out of it. I pat the drops of water from his glistening skin almost
blindly because every time my eyes linger for more than a second or two, I find
myself leaning into him. I want to lick the droplets off his body and then soil
him again with droplets of my own. But I can’t think that way.
has dealt with too much in the past eight hours and he just needs rest. “Here,
you can wear this.” I hold open the thick robe and ease the arm of his bandaged
shoulder into the right hole.
He turns his back and slides his left arm into the other sleeve. Just as he
inches the fabric up his back, his towel drops, pooling around his bare ankles.
to turn away but I can’t. After the robe is tightly closed, he turns and just
stares at me. His gaze locks on mine and I don’t know if I should kiss him or walk
to pull the string that’s responsible for hiding his gorgeous body but I take a
deep breath and a step back. “I’ll make sure the front desk knows you’re
welcome to stay as long as you want.” I fish a business card out of my pocket
and drop it on the dresser. “If you need anything, just give me a call. I’ll be
on a plane at eight but you can call anytime and I’ll get back to you.”
just nods without breaking eye contact. “I don’t even know what to say.”
and reach out to give him a half hug on his good side. “I know what to say.” My
palm cups the back of his neck and I tilt my forehead down to rest on his.
“Thanks for saving my life. I owe you one.”