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Ren leans his head back and falls asleep pretty much instantly.
Joyce steals little peeks at us from the rearview mirror, and I can’t fault her for being curious. Neither of us speak, not wanting to wake Warren.
It doesn’t take long to get back to the RV, and I quietly thank Joyce for waiting, making sure I tip her well. I jog around the car and open the door to find Ren still sitting there buckled in with his head tipped back and his mouth slightly ajar.
A small smile tugs at my lips, and I lean in, unbuckling him. I fish for the RV keys, digging them out of his pocket.
Keeping them handy, I squat down and scoop him up carefully. Even though he’s smaller than me, he’s still heavy as fuck. I adjust him in my arms, making sure I have a good hold as he snuggles into my chest.
“Goodnight, boys!” Joyce whisper-shouts before she takes off down the road.
“My gentle giant.” I almost don’t hear the soft words over the howling wind and the sound of tires crunching along gravel.
My smile starts to grow as I walk toward the RV.
I’m not sure what’s happening, but all I know is I never want to see him hurt.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
KYLE
“My ass hurts,” Ren whines for the millionth time, rolling over in bed and shaking the mattress relentlessly. He’s almost tempting me to switch to the dreaded sofa bed.
“Would you stop moving? I’m trying to sleep,” I grumble.
“I can’t get comfortable,” he gripes, continuing to squirm around.
“Why did you go out drinking by yourself?” I ask, even though it’s the middle of the night, and we’re both trying to get some rest. “We have plenty of alcohol here.”
“You seemed like you wanted some space, but I can’t talk about that right now. My ass bone seriously hurts, Kyle.”
I suppose Ren’s right; Ididwant some space after he caught me jerking off and acted like it was no big deal.
A deep sigh whooshes out of me. I hate that some fucker put his hands on Warren and I wasn’t fast enough to stop it. “Your tailbone,” I whisper, correcting him. “You fell off the barstool and landed on it when that asshole hit you.” My blood begins to boil all over again just thinking about it.
Stumbling out of bed, I rummage around the kitchen drawers for a large plastic baggie, filling it with ice. I grab a handtowel and return to the bedroom, turning on the small lamp in the corner.
“Take your shorts off,” I whisper, my heart starting to beat faster when he obeys, leaving only his black briefs on. “I’m just going to take a peek,” I tell him, pulling the waistband down ever so slightly and revealing the top of his crease. My fingers skim the tender flesh, pressing down slightly.
Ren hisses, wiggling on the bed.
“Did that hurt?” I ask with concern.
“A little,” he admits.
“I’m going to pull these down a bit further, so there’s less of a barrier between the ice and your body.”
Ren hums his agreement, and I reveal more of his round, toned ass.
I swallow harshly, an audible gulp echoing around us, but luckily Ren doesn’t comment on it.
“Uncomfortable,” he mumbles, yanking them down and kicking them off with his feet. His long, dark hair is spread across the pillow like a raven’s wing.
My heart begins to race faster, and I start to feel dizzy.
Out of sorts.
Nervous.
