Page 10 of Rico

Warm, calloused fingers gripped my chin and forced my head back. Rico’s dark eyes were narrowed on my face, searching my expression like it’d give him the answers he was seeking.

“Do not make me ask again, Anurak.” That ugly feeling in my chest spread at his use of my real name. “I don’t like seeing you upset and not being able to fix whatever is bothering you.”

“It’s stupid,” I mumbled, wishing I could look away from him, but he had me captivated.

He shook his head. “Whatever is bothering you isnotstupid. If it’s bothering you, it matters. Tell me what it is,perrito. Let me fix it.”

Stupid tears welled in my eyes. I was too tired for this conversation, and I knew my tiredness was turning me into an overstimulated, confused, upset mess. But I couldn’t stop it.

“I don’t want to wear my own pajamas when I go to sleep, and I want a nap, but I know you have things to do, so you probably can’t lay with me, and?—”

He silenced me with a kiss and dragged me close to him. With one tug, the towel was gone from my hips, and my naked body was pressed against his clothed one. I shivered, clinging to him as I opened my mouth beneath his, seeking more of his kiss. I wanted him to devour me. Toownme.

I was breathing hard when he pulled back, and honestly, he didn’t seem to be faring much better. My dick was hard, and so was his, but I didn’t think the point of that kiss was to rile either of us up. I was pretty sure he’d only meant to shut me up because I was rambling a panic-induced mess of jumbled words.

I watched, my mouth drying, as Rico tugged his shirt over his head, then pulled it down over mine. I slipped my arms through the sleeves, inhaling Rico’s scent as he pulled the shirt down. It fell to mid-thigh on me and damn near swallowed me whole. He chuckled when I did a little dance, my fingers twisting into the soft, warm fabric.

He was letting me wear his clothes. He’d given me the literal shirt off his back.

I was officially swooning.

“Get in bed,perrito. Let me finish putting your clothes away, then I’ll come take a nap with you, okay?”

I nodded and rushed to the bed, diving beneath the covers. Within a couple of minutes, Rico was toeing his shoes off and dropping his jeans, leaving him in just a pair of black, silk boxers. When he slid beneath the blankets next to me, Iimmediately cuddled up to him, my eyelids fluttering shut as his warmth and safety surrounded me.

“You are so needy,” Rico whispered, pressing his lips to the top of my head. I tensed, but his next words had me relaxing, a small smile tilting my lips as I snuggled further into him, my nose buried in his armpit where his scent was strongest. “I can’t get enough of it,perrito. Please don’t ever change.” He tilted my chin up, his dark eyes meeting mine. “And for the record, you can wear my clothes any fucking time you want.”

I leaned up and pressed my lips to his in a soft kiss before I burrowed my nose back into his armpit, my body going lax in his safe embrace.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Rico

“Rico?”

Instantly, I lifted my head to look at my boy, who had moved from his curled-up position on the couch to sit up. He was twisting the blanket he’d been covered up with in his fingers and was looking at me through nervous, dark eyes.

I didn’t like it when he was nervous. He never had anything to fear from me. Even if he did something wrong, I’dneverlash out at him for it. We would discuss it like sensible, reasonable adults.

He wasn’t one of my men. He was my boy. My sweet little pup. He got special treatment, and one day, he’d remember that.

“What’s up,perrito?” I asked, giving him my undivided attention.

He licked his lips, and my cock threatened to rally. Anurak seriously had no idea the power he wielded just by looking at me. And when he did little things like licking those pretty fucking lips, he could order me to do whatever the fuck he wanted.

I was so gone over him, it was fuckingcrazy.

“Can we watch a movie?” he tentatively asked. “It’s just, I’m tired of sitting here, and I want to go to the living room, but I don’t want to be by myself, and watching a movie with Bento isn’t the same as watching one with you, and?—”

“Perrito,” I gently called. He snapped his mouth shut immediately, looking at me from across my office with those big, dark, soulful eyes. “We can watch a movie. If you want to do something with me, all you have to do is ask. You don’t have to explain yourself, okay?”

He nodded as I pushed back from my desk. After quickly logging off, I stood and walked over to him, holding out my hand. He quickly grasped it and set the blanket aside, standing to his feet. He picked up his phone and shoved it into the pocket of his sweatpants before allowing me to lead him from the room.

“Our room or the living room?” I asked, coming to a stop right outside my office.

Anurak’s eyes lit up. “Our room,” he quickly answered.

I led him toward the stairs, and once we were inside, he quickly let go of my hand and rushed to the bed, jumping into the middle of it. I shut the door behind me and began to toe off my shoes. When I turned back around, his phone was on the charger, his t-shirt and sweatpants were on the floor, and he was snuggled beneath the blankets.