Page 58 of His Boys to Protect

“Sky?” Ward asked, going utterly still. “What is it? What's wrong?”

“Nothing,” Skylar lied.Ignore the pain. You've had worse. “Don't stop.”

Ward eyed him with caution, but moved his fingers again.

Skylar flinched back.

“Sky?” Ward repeated.

“I'm fine,” Skylar insisted. “I can take it.”

Ward leveled a look at him. “I'm not going to touch you if it means it'll hurt you.”

Skylar tried to turn on the flirtation, to pull out any one of his tricks to get Ward so desperate that there would be nostopping the man, but the earnest concern in Ward's eyes had him bursting into tears instead.

“I'm sorry,” he cried. “I'm just sore. But I can handle it–”

“Sky?”

“I had a client last night,” Skylar blurted out, feeling his cheeks turn red with shame. “Except he brought some friends and offered me an obscene amount of money for them to take turns with me, and it all just went on for so long that–”

“Geez, Sky,” Ward muttered.

“I'm sorry. Fuck. I shouldn't have told you any of that. I'm so sorry. Fuck. Now you're probably disgusted with me–”

“Never, Sky,” Ward murmured. “Look at me. If this life is what you need right now, then I'll support you one hundred percent. Okay?”

“But aren't you jealous?”Merciful gods, please be jealous.

“Of course I'm jealous,” Ward said. “But it's not my choice. It's yours. This is your life. Your needs are what matter. Besides, the jealousy has nothing on my concern. I hate knowing that you're hurt.”

“I'm fine, I swear!” Skylar gasped. “Don't stop, Ward. Please. I'll do whatever you want. Just don't stop. Let me take care of you.”

Ward cupped Skylar's jaw with both hands and leveled another look at him. “How about you let me take care of you?”

Another sob tore out of him as fresh tears threatened to fall. “Ward,” he whined. “That's not how this works–”

“It is now,” Ward said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You forcing yourself through pain is the very last thing I want.” He studied Skylar's eyes for a moment. “I've got an idea.”

Skylar watched in silence as the man shut off the shower and reached for a towel. Ward helped him out of the tub, then dried Skylar thoroughly, treating his body like glass. Once hewas done, Ward grabbed another towel and made quick work of drying himself. Then he took Skylar by the hand and led him to the bed.

“Lie on your back,” Ward murmured. “Head on the pillows.”

Skylar eyed him with curiosity even as he rushed to obey. What was the man up to?

Ward climbed up onto the end of the bed. He ran his hands up Skylar's legs, not shying away from the stubble, then gently nudged them apart.

Skylar waited, chest heaving as he stared at Ward. The man's cock looked painfully hard, straining up towards his belly. Skylar started to reach for it, but Ward caught his hand and pressed it down at his side.

“I told you to let Daddy take care of you,” the man murmured.

“Ward,” Skylar panted.

Ward held his gaze as he slowly lowered himself to the bed. Those big hands of his pressed out and down on Skylar's thighs, leaving Skylar spread open and exposed.

“Holy fudgecicles,” Skylar gasped.There's no way. He's not–

Ward stuck out his tongue and gently ran the tip of it between Skylar's legs.

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