Page 41 of Breaking the Code

Yet another reason I’m no good for him.

Tavish is usually very texture-conscious. He hates his food to touch, yet he’s mixing them unconsciously. I wait for it. I know what’s coming. His cheeks puff, his eyes cross, and tears gather in his eyes. He swallows several times, but I know nothing’s going down.

I reach over and pick up the dustbin, ordering him to spit it out. He shakes his head, gagging and swallowing. His beautiful face is squinty and mottled.

“Spit it out, boy. Now,” I growl at him.

He does so immediately, the mixture o' candy and chips splattering inside the bin. Tears and snot run down his face as he continues retching. I circle the desk, pulling him from the chair and sitting down in it, placing him in my lap.

“I-I’m so-so-sorry,” he cries as he dry heaves.

I say nothing. I just rub his back and let him recover in his own time. In his own way. Movement catches my attention, and I level a glare at the intruder, and they back away. Zayn and his fucking “payments.”

As if Tavish needs any more junk food.

I take the bin, sitting it on the floor. Standing, I scoop the boy up in my arms. I carry him through the rooms he’s claimed in the basement o' the creepy ass building the Society headquarters are in. Tavish is one o' the verra few members who live on site.

“Where are you taking me?” Tavish asks, his voice small and reedy. If I didn’t already suspect he was a boy, I woulda have to be blind nae to see it now.

“To the bathroom, to brush yer teeth. Then to bed to rest.”

“But…”

“No. You’re going to get some sleep, mo ghille. I’ll wake you when it’s time to rise, not before.”

I sat him down on his feet. My hands resting on his shoulders. I’ve never felt attracted to someone who was so much smaller than me before. Simon had been much shorter than me, but broad and muscular enough that he didn’t feel smaller.

Tavish is tiny compared to either Simon or me. The difference is substantial. Combined with his boyish good looks and little tendencies that have shown themselves during our time together several months ago, he has my cock hard as a rock.

I lean over him, pulling him into the curve o' my body.

“Now, brush your teeth.”

Tavish did as I told him, shaking off the anxiety and tension I could see swirling inside those expressive dark eyes. When he had brushed his teeth, I walked him back to the bedroom.

“Nightclothes?”

Pink tinges his cheeks instantly. I wait to see if he will say something.

“Underwear?”

The pink turned redder, and he shook his head.

“Okay,” I say, reaching for the hem o' his shirt.

His eyes grow wide as I pull the shirt off. I drop it next to the bed and continue stripping him. I watch him closely, looking for any hesitation or reluctance. There is none until I reach for the flap on his jeans.

My fingers brush his belly as I grab the fabric to open the placket, and he gulps. His Adam’s apple jumps, and he stops breathing, but I’m not sure if it’s hesitation or reluctance. It seems more like…

“Please don’t tease me,” he whimpers softly.

“I don’t plan on it, lilla du,” I reassure him, opening the flap and lowering the zipper.

Fuck!

It’s near impossible to keep the smirk I feel tugging at my mouth to myself. The boy is hard, and instead o’ the expected cotton, I’m surprised to find silk and lace underneath.

So damn sexy.

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