Page 59 of Unspoken Rules

“Let me take care of that for you,” he rasps in a low voice.

When I don’t respond, he kneels on the bed and grips my dick through my pants.

“You’re so hard,” he whispers.

My fingers dig into the bed, gripping the mattress and begging my body not to betray me and come right this second. How fucking embarrassing would that be?

“I thought you weren’t enjoying yourself earlier,” he adds, slowly gliding his hand up and down my shaft.

“Wh-why?” I manage to ask.

He looks at me and smirks, causing my dick to throb. “Because you weren’t hard.”

I was hard. So fucking hard. But when the realization of what happened took over, it deflated faster than a popped balloon.

“Reality will do that to you.”

“We’re adults, Bryson. We can do what the fuck we want.”

Yes, but not without repercussions. Like losing the only person in the world who cares about me. My best friend.

Hey, a bucket of ice water over my head. Just what I ordered.

I grab Cole’s wrist and stop him from rubbing me. “What are we doing, Cole?”

“I’m trying to get you off,” he says with a smirk.

“You know what I mean.”

He pulls his hand away and sits up straighter. “If you don’t want to do this, you can say no.”

He sounds annoyed, but thankfully his voice is still low enough that Chris shouldn’t be able to hear us if he’s awake.

I sit up too, my cock still so hard. It’s difficult to think clearly with it aching so fucking badly. I’m not used to dealing with this. It’s never been a problem for me before. But Cole… he makes me crazy.

“I didn’t say I didn’t want to. I just… Chris is my best friend.”

“And he’s my son,” he adds firmly.

“Exactly.”

“Why does it matter?” he asks, frowning.

“Because he’ll be pissed.”

This is what happens when you spend hours over-thinking things. Your conscience comes back.

“He has no reason to be. What I do is none of his damn business.”

“Are you doing this just to get back at him?”

Cole rears his head back, his jaw dropping open.

“Why the fuck would you think that?”

Okay, so that pissed him off. Great. I should have waited until he made me come first. Does my brain work at all?

“You have no reason to do this. With me. I’m—”

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