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“Just told me not to hurt you or I’d end up like Elio…only worse.”
Diablo’s lips twitch as he shifts on the bed. “Ah, yes. I did my best work on him. It was pretty messy.”
Our eyes slam into each other and I feel my dick twitch between my legs. Infernal thing.
“Seems you have to stay with me, or I’m a dead man.”
Diablo scoots closer to me and grabs the spoon, filling it with liquid and holding it to my lips.
“Better eat up then,” he says, the spoon slipping slightly and most of the soup dribbling down my chin.“Fuck nuggets,” he mutters as he tries to wipe up the mess he made and ends up spilling the entire bowl of soup on my lap. Thank fuck it’s lukewarm now or my dick would have first-degree burns.
Diablo scrambles to his feet and sighs, looking at the puddle on the sheets.
“Maybe I shouldn’t help.”
“I like your kind of help,” I say and then move out of bed before the soup soaks through my pajamas.
“I’ll get the maid up here to clean it.”
“No,” I say as I lower myself into a chair. “You’ll clean it up yourself.”
Diablo’s movements stutter as he glances at me. “Is that so?”
“Yeah. That’s so.”
He huffs and puffs and puts on a show, and I just lean back and enjoy it, instructing him how to properly clean up his mess and watching that ass move as he stretches across the mattress, tucking the ends of the clean sheets into the corners. He does a terrible job, my days in military training screaming at me, but fuck if he doesn’t try.
When he’s done, I’m breathing heavier. And my chest feels heavy.
Is this what love feels like? I’m not sure, but it sure issomething.
“Looks good,” Diablo says, standing up and cocking his head at the bed.
“Looks fucking good,” I mutter, climbing into the newly made bed. I reach down and grab my cock as I eye him pulling the covers over me. Fuck, but it aches.
We didn’t have sex nearly enough. Once. We had it just once. That’s an abomination.
“Get your hand off your dick. You’re not doing that now. Not until you’re better.”
Not until.
“Does this mean you still want me?” I ask and Diablo sighs.
“You are an idiot.” That’s all he says as he tucks me in. “Rest.”
And I do, my eyes slipping shut once more.
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
DIABLO
I don’t know how I turned into Old Mother Hubbard, but I am. I cannot stop taking care of Skylar. And he looks none too happy about it. He grumbles and curses his way through the next three days when I reject his offers of sex.
But I mean, come on. Be reasonable. I can’t fuck him when he’s still healing. Even I have a code of ethics. And those stitches are not done healing.
I should check on him. Make sure he’s not doing something he shouldn’t be, like jacking off or doing sit-ups.
I caught him trying to do both simultaneously the other day and shouted at him. He sulked and took his hand off his dick. He only stopped working out when I got his mother involved and she scolded him.
