Page 23 of Twink Heart

?“Let me help you,” he said, stepping forward.

?“I can get it–”

?“Stop,” he commanded, cutting me off.

?My gaze snapped up to him, the intensity in his eyes turning me on even more. I was a bit of a sucker for dominance. My skin tingled as he grabbed my ankle and pulled it out of the stirrup and placed it gently on his shoulder. I was extremely aware of his bulge pressed against my ass and I shivered with delight.

?“You’re going to hurt yourself doing that,” he said, pulling my other ankle free. “I don’t want you in pain.”

?“Sorry,” I replied, desperately grabbing my shorts and yanking the legs down to hide my shame. “I wasn’t trying to–”

?“It’s fine,” he replied, keeping his gaze clear of my crotch. “It was an accident.”

?“Right…”

?God, I’d never been so fucking embarrassed in my entire life. Being coy was one thing and flirting was another. But I’d never resorted to just flashing my cock at guys to get them to like me. And being so turned on didn’t help either. Granted, most of it was just the sex swing and the compromising position it put me in. But I couldn’t deny that Rowan was doing something to me as well.

?At that moment, I almost wanted him to take advantage of me. He could give me orders and tell me to please him. Then he could use my body for his own pleasure. Honestly, that would’ve been really fucking fun and incredibly hot.

?Stop.

?Rowan had leaned down and wrapped his arms around me, lifting me onto his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. It was the only way he could get me back out of the swing. As he carried me out of the room, I became only too aware of the fact that my hard-on was grinding against his shoulder. There was no way he didn’t know how I was feeling, he just might not know the entire reason for it. However, I didn’t need to be fantasizing about him and making it worse.

?“I’m gonna put you down on the couch,” he muttered. “If you want, we can watch a movie or something before bed.”

?“Yeah,” I said, trying to act like everything was okay. “Probably best I sleep out here tonight.”

?“If you’re tired, I’ll take you to the bed. You need better rest if you’re going to heal and this couch fucking sucks.”

?“Where will you sleep?”

?“Out here.”

?“You can’t do that!”

?I felt him sigh beneath me. “It’s fine.”

?“No,” I barked, patting him on the back. “Absolutely not. I won’t let my issues rob you of a good night’s sleep. I’ll survive a night or two on the couch.”

?“You’re annoying,” he said, sighing again. “There’s no arguing with you, is there?”

?“I won’t let you sleep on the couch,” I repeated defiantly.

?“Fine,” he said, carrying me toward the bedroom. “Then we’ll both sleep in the bed.”

?I tried to open my mouth to argue, but I found myself unable to make a sound. My body betrayed me. I knew I should decline his offer. Two men sleeping in the same bed, especially after what had just happened… well, that had some weird connotations. And yet, I couldn’t force myself to argue. No matter what I came up with, it wouldn’t get me through the impasse we found ourselves at. I wouldn’t allow him on the couch and he wouldn’t let me stay there either.

?So I guess sharing a bed was our only choice. My heart leaped at the thought, but my brain began to spiral.

?How was I going to sleep with such a beautiful man inches away from me that I couldn’t help fantasizing about? The couch might’ve been lumpy, but at least I wasn’t rock hard from thinking about having its dick up my ass.

?By the time Rowan placed me on the bed and went to brush his teeth, my brain was a maelstrom of sexy and yet problematic fantasies.

?I had no idea how I was going to get through this weekend.

?None of this would’ve happened if I’d just worn some damn shoes.

Chapter Twelve: Rowan

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