Page 12 of The Key Holder

More searching allowed me a solid stare session at his ass. I couldn’t see any visible underwear lines through the tight fabric, so either he wasn’t wearing any or it was a thong. Either option had my cock straining, causing my entire caged-up package to push out from my body.

“Got it!” He turned around, smiling and holding up a brown bottle. “Turn around. I’ll be quick.”

I wanted to protest, to do it myself, but hiding my arousal was a priority at the moment. With my hands on the sink, I bent a little at the waist, attempting to give him better access. This wasn’t quite how I imagined bending over for Ford, but the memory of this moment would last a lifetime.

“This may sting a little.”

“I’ve heard that before.”

Ford chuckled.

“Fucking—hell!” I braced myself against the sink as the first zing of pain coursed through my lower half.

“I told you it might sting.”

I gritted my teeth and swallowed the pain down. Instead I focused on Ford’s hand, gently cupping my ass, and the feel of his warm breath…down there. Blood continued to rush into my cock, pushing it against the sinktop. I was so turned on I wanted to grind against it. A few deep breaths helped calm me down, but just a little.

“All done,” Ford said, giving my butt a light slap.

“What? No champ? No attaboy?”

“Do you want me to call you champ?”

“Point taken. Do I need a bandage?”

“It’s not actively bleeding, but I wouldn’t put a brand-new pair of white shorts on or anything.”

“Great.” I nodded. “I’ll just wear nothing but a jock until I heal. Air it out.”

Ford smiled. “Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

I couldn’t tell if he was serious or not, so I changed the subject. “Thanks for carrying me all the way back here.”

“It was nothing.”

It certainly wasn’t that.

“Now you don’t have to do your pushups and crunches.” I patted his bicep. His ridiculously thick bicep.

We had been in close proximity for a while and it was intoxicating. This was exactly what Morgan and I were trying to mitigate. I was too easily swayed by muscles and pheromones.

I made an attempt to scoot past him, using the sink to leverage my weight.

“You should really elevate your ankle and get some ice on it.”

“I was gonna change into something with more ass coverage first.”

“I can help you to your room, and then if you want to stay there, I can grab some ice and a towel.”

“Sounds good. Thanks again.”

“I should be thanking you. Your clumsiness provided me with an all-natural workout.”

I wanted to say ‘And a reason to touch my ass’, but I kept my mouth shut.

That would be crossing a line, even for me. After all, Ford used to be my stepdad.

Sexual thoughts of him were supposed to be a thing of the past.