17. Lex
LEX
“Rory, baby boy, please let me in.”
I’ve been sitting outside of Rory’s since his brother stopped by to tell me he was heading out of town. Brendan seemed surprised when I agreed to watch over him, but he nodded and left.
I doubled his security, and I haven’t turned off the camera feed that I had Tag install in his bedroom.
Yes, invasion of privacy, I know. But he’s so scared he barely left his room, and I needed to be able to see him.
My heart’s been breaking for this poor boy, but he doesn’t want to see me.
Well, fuck that.
Once he started crying, I couldn’t leave him alone anymore.
“Daddy?” It’s so quiet I can barely hear the word, but he needs me.
“I’m going to come in. Okay?”
When all I hear are sniffles, I open the door to his bedroom slowly.
“Hey, rabbit,” I whisper.
He’s off the bed and in my arms so fast I barely have a chance to blink before he’s got his entire body wrapped around me.
His slight weight feels good against me, but the tears on my shirt are unacceptable.
“Shh, baby, it’s okay. I’m here now.” I rub soothing circles on his back and move to sit on his bed.
“You’re not alone anymore. Daddy’s here.
” His breath hitches, and I realize what I just said.
Rather than correcting myself, I double down.
“Why don’t you let me run a bath for you, and once you’ve calmed down a bit, you can get more sleep. ”
He pulls me even tighter and shakes his head frantically.
“I promise I won’t leave you.”
He nods against my shoulder, and I carry him to the bathroom. The space is a tight fit for both of us, but we make do.
“I’m going to set you down so I can start the water.”
He nods and releases his hold on me.
“Good boy,” I praise and place a kiss to his forehead. His whole face lights up.
God, he looks so beautiful. His dark lashes are clumped together with his tears, his cheeks are flushed, and his lips are parted in the most obscene way.
Clearing my throat, I turn around and start the water.
That’s the one thing I’m still struggling with. Am I attracted to Rory, or is it just my need to care for him because of what he’s been through? I use my wrist to check the temperature of the water before I turn back to—
I’m attracted to Rory.
His slim body is smooth and pale but tightly muscled. Where I would normally expect curves, he’s all sharp edges and completely hairless. Something about that is really doing things to my brains, which are currently in my balls.
When my gaze moves down, it catches on his dick. It’s short and thin but growing as I watch him. His hands fist at his sides, but he doesn’t move to cover himself. He’s letting me look my fill and take the lead.
“You’re beautiful, rabbit.”
A light blush spreads down his chest and makes him look even more stunning.
Tearing my gaze away from him, I take his hand and help him step into the water.
“What bubbles would you like?” He points to a bottle of bubblegum bubbles. “Are you sure those are the best to help you relax?”
He grins but then points to the lavender bath oil.
“Good choice.” I kiss his forehead again and add a few drops. “You just relax. I’m going to change your sheets.”
His hand shoots out, and he shakes his head.
“I won’t be far, and you can call if you need me.”
He lets go reluctantly but then leans back into the water.
I leave the bathroom but keep the door open in case he needs me. Then I realize my pants are painfully tight, and I need to readjust myself in my well-tailored slacks.
Yep, I’m attracted to Rory.
It’s obvious he’s attracted to me, but what am I going to do about it?
Leaving him alone isn’t an option, but I’m not gay. I’ve never been attracted to a guy, ever.
What is it about Rory that pushes all my buttons? Maybe, instead of wondering what it is, I should get to know him better. See if it’s just a need to care for him or if it’s more?
Don’t lie to yourself. You fucking hate liars.
Sighing, I strip and remake the bed with the sheets I find in the linen closet. When I close the door, I hear a splash, and Rory squeaks.
Shit! Did he slip?
I run back into the bathroom and see him huddled in a ball like he normally does in his sweatshirts when he’s scared or nervous.
“Oh, baby. I’m sorry.” I fall to my knees, wrap my arms around him, and pull him out of the tub. I’m getting soaked, but I don’t give a fuck. “Was I too loud, or was I gone too long?”
He just sniffles into my neck and shakes.
“It’s okay, you can tell me.” He shakes his head and climbs even closer to me.
“I’m sorry.” I grab the towel and wrap it around his back.
“I won’t leave you again.” The shaking gets worse, so I rock us back and forth.
“Should I tell you a story?” He stills for a moment but then nods.
This might be the easiest way to tell him how I became what I am today.
“Once upon a time, there was a man who wanted more than what he had and was angry that others had what he craved.” I feel his warm breath on my skin.
“He got so mad that he started picking fights just to make himself feel better. When he realized that he was good at it, he decided to organize his own fighting ring.”
Rory’s lips press against my neck. Not a kiss, just a touch.
“Is this story too scary for you?” His head shakes rapidly, so I continue.
“The fights were brutal and bloody, but the angry man never lost. Soon, everyone wanted to face him, and he beat them all. People started to call him boss, and he liked the sound of that, but he still wanted more. So he took the money he made and put it into other things, but his greed knows no bounds, and he keeps searching for more even today, even though he has everything.”
Rory’s gently sucking on my neck now, and I shudder. Shit, why does that feel so good?
My head falls back against the bathroom wall and I sigh. “I guess he’s just lonely, lost, looking for something to fill the empty space in his life.”
Or someone, my brain supplies. You’ve been hiding your nurturing side for too long. Mal’s words echo in my head.
“Come on, rabbit. Let’s get you back in bed.” He bites my neck harder, and I shift underneath him. “You should stop that, baby. Daddy’s getting naughty ideas.”
Rory stops, but then he licks my neck.
“Rabbit,” I warn. He gives my neck a kiss and then just rests his head on my shoulder. I huff a laugh. “Do you want me to carry you?” His arms tighten around my neck, so I stand up holding him tight to my body.
I walk him into his room and gently lay him on his bed. Then I use the towel to dry him off, doing my best to ignore his dick. I don’t want to make him uncomfortable with my attentions.
“Where are your pajamas?”
He points to his dresser, and I notice that he has a thumb in his mouth, and he’s snuggling the rabbit I got him.
This boy is adorable, so I lean down over him and kiss the fist that’s resting on his lips.
“You are too cute.”
A large grin spreads across his lips, but he doesn’t remove his thumb.
Rory hasn’t spoken since he called me Daddy when I first got here. I wonder if he goes someplace in his head that helps keep him safe.
Deciding to ask some more questions later, I pull open the top drawer and find all kinds of pajamas, but none of them are going to be warm enough for my rabbit, so I dig a little deeper and find a flannel set.
Once I pull them out, I see that there are a few dildos of various colors and sizes hidden underneath.
For a second, my brain freezes. Does he use them on himself?
I bet he’d look so hot fucking himself. I wonder if he needs them because he’s too scared for sex after the attack or is it just something he likes to use?
If it’s because of Chad, I will literally tear him a new one.
I take a moment to calm my raging anger and grab him some pajamas with puppies wearing party hats.
“Rory?” He looks at me and then blushes when he sees what I’m holding. “Would you like me to put this on you?” He nods but then covers his face with a pillow. I chuckle lightly. “It’s okay, little rabbit. No need to be ashamed.”
Moving back to the bed, I gently remove the pillow.
“Let me take care of you.” He nods, so I grab his underwear and slide it up his long slim legs. When I get to his half-hard dick, I’m not sure what to do. I don’t want to make him uncomfortable. Rory just giggles and pulls them up over his dick.
“Don’t laugh at Daddy,” I tease gently and pull his pants on next.
“Alright. Sit up.” I grab his wrists and pull him to a sitting position before I put his shirt on.
“And there you are.” I kiss his nose when his head pops through.
He smiles again, and his thumb goes right back into his mouth.
I move to get off the bed, and he grabs me.
The fear in his eyes that I’m going to leave him breaks my heart.
“Don’t worry, rabbit. I’m just getting ready for bed.
” He blinks and then lets me go. I start to get undressed but then pause because I don’t want him to feel uncomfortable.
“Sorry, my clothes are all wet. Would it be okay if I take them off before crawling into bed?”
Rory’s head bobs up and down so fast I laugh.
“Careful, rabbit, or you’ll rattle your brain.” He stops and just stares at me, so I don’t waste time and unbutton my shirt. I pause for a minute before deciding that my absorption shirt is soaked too, so I need to take it off. I pumped earlier, so I should be okay until the morning.
Rory seems to appreciate the view. The way his eyes roam over my body makes me feel more powerful than I have in years.
This boy wants me.
Not to brag, but everyone wants me. I’m rich, powerful, and a total beefcake. Tag’s words, not mine. But there’s something about Rory’s eyes on me.
When my hands move to open my fly, Rory leans forward, and I have to hide my grin. I push them down and then turn to put them on the chair in the corner. I hear his sharp inhale when I bend over, so I flex my cheeks.
He’s practically drooling as he watches me with hungry eyes when I step up to the side of the bed.
“Scoot over.” I lift the covers and lie down next to him, but Rory’s as stiff as a board.
“Is it alright if I snuggle you?” His hands clench into tight fists at his sides, but he nods, so I lie down flat and pull him into my side gently.
His hand on my stomach twitches like he’s afraid of where to put it.
I kiss it softly and place it over my heart.
His small fingers wiggle, and I can tell he’s itching to explore.
“You can touch me,” I offer. He doesn’t do it right away, but then his warm, soft hand starts below my pecs and moves up into my chest hair.
His fingers tickle and explore my chest and stomach until I can’t take the teasing anymore.
I grab his hand and hold it up to my lips.
“I think that’s enough for tonight.” He whines, and I give both of his hands a kiss.
“If you get a good night’s sleep, we can talk about it in the morning.
” He pouts but calms when I pull him up even farther so he’s half on top of me.
Rory doesn’t even hesitate. He rests his head on my chest and nuzzles into my hair. I can’t help but laugh when a cute little sneeze escapes him.
“Bless you.”
He just nuzzles closer.
Sighing with contentment, I wrap my arm around him.
It’s nice to know that I’m giving him comfort.
Me, a mob boss, comforting someone.
If the Hellhounds could see me now.