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Cause I love you, Carl replied softly, while catching his lover s lurching form. Vince stumbled forward, then bounced into Carl. Keeping Vince s injured shoulder in mind, Carl carefully slipped his arm around his half asleep and drugged lover s waist, steadying him. Oh, good, Vince murmured, his head lolling on Carl s shoulder. He tipped his head back and smiled goofily up at Carl, the brown of his eyes nearly hidden because his eyes were so dilated. I love you, too. Although the admission warmed his heart, Carl couldn t wait to 99 Fireman s Carry hear it from his lover s lips when Vince wasn t out of it. Good. He pecked a quick kiss on Vince s mouth and then urged him forward, trying not to think about his neighbors, or anyone who could be watching. With much maneuvering and side-stepping, Carl managed to get Vince into the house and up the stairs to his bedroom. It had occurred to him to set Vince up in the spare room but why bother with pretense? Vince was his lover, and Carl wanted him in his bed, even if they couldn t do much more than hold each other. Mmm, nice. Masculine, Vince muttered. Carl glanced around his bedroom, taking in the dark tan paint on the walls and dark wood furniture. Yeah, hope you don t mind, he said. He d completely redecorated this one room after he d divorced Rhonda. He d wanted it to reflect his own personality. Yeah, it s very you, he replied as Carl helped him out of his sweats and t-shirt and into bed. Vince smiled up at him, looking so good on Carl s bed that his dick stirred in his jeans. So dark and sexy, mysterious. That had Carl chuckling softly. Okay, it s time for you to sleep off whatever they gave you at the hospital before you left. He leaned down and brushed a kiss over Vince s lips. The bathroom s through there if you need it, he explained, pointing. Get some rest. I ll be down the hall in my office, second door on the right, if you need anything. Okay? Vince nodded, his eyelids already closing. Kay. Jake stood uncertainly, in the hallway, peering into Carl s room. Is he going to be okay? Carl glanced over his shoulder at Vince and smiled. The sexy firefighter, relaxed and dreaming, made a fucking hot picture in his bed. Yeah. He just needs rest and care at the moment. He wrapped an arm around his son and looked down at him. He saved you, and you mean the world to me, Jake. I d do anything for him and you, Lorna, too, he added. Jake nodded, face solemn, and for some reason, no other words were needed. 100 Charlie Richards I didn t ask you to stay home from work to care for me, Vince stated, expressing his surprise at Carl s announcement. Carl smiled at Vince in amusement. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Vince s lips before easing down on the couch next to him and carefully settling Vince s head on his lap. You didn t have to, Vince. I wanted to do this for you. Ah, let him do this, Vince, Ryan cajoled, flopping down on one easy chair across the room. Trace laughed and settled into another chair, pulling Patrick down to sit on his lap. Come on, when s the next time you re going to have a hot man asking to take care of you, hmm? Not waiting for an answer, the other firefighter turned to the man he held and crooned, You gonna let me take care of you later, baby? Carl watched Trace s antics and chuckled. The guys had shown up unannounced that evening, bringing greasy burgers, which Vince couldn t eat yet, beer which Vince couldn t drink yet, and best wishes and congrats on getting sprung from the hospital. Those, Vince had accepted gracefully. Now, they were all gathered in the family room, while Jake was tucked away upstairs finishing a math assignment he d conveniently forgotten about yesterday. Whoa, whoa! Ryan called, holding up his hands even though he was grinning. Heterosexual male here, he said, making the others laugh. Trace kissed Patrick anyway, loudly, then winked at Ryan. The detective laughed and shook his head before returning his focus to Vince. Let Carl take the time off, man. He needs it. It s been ages since he s taken more than a day or two. Ryan suddenly frowned, as if in deep thought. God, I don t know when you took a vacation last. Carl s brows shot up as he dug through his memory. Damn. It was when Lorna was born, he admitted with a blush. Ten years ago. Oh, boo! Work-a-holic! Trace called, throwing a Cheeto at him. Vince grinned up at him from where his temple rested on Carl s thigh. You really are a work-a-holic, he agreed softly. You should work on that. Grinning, Carl murmured, You gonna help me with it? He 101 Fireman s Carry leaned down and gave Vince a soft kiss, ever mindful of how much pressure he applied anywhere near Vince s left shoulder. Ewe, Dad! Do you have to do that in front of me? Carl s head lifted slightly. He winked at Vince before turning to his daughter. Yes, Lorna, I must. He grinned at her and said, You ll get used to it, honey. She gave an exaggerated sigh and rolled her eyes. Whatever. Then, all traces of annoyance disappeared, and Lorna bounded across the room and stopped in front of them. She smiled shyly at Vince, who was struggling into a sitting position. Hi, Mr. Androse. I m glad you re feeling better. Hi, Lorna. I m glad I m feeling better, too. It s good to see you [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |