Craig admitted.
The Merc’s engine purred into life.
“Then don’t walk away,” Eddie said.
“It’s not that easy.”
“It really is. Now get in there,” Eddie said, and then drove away.
Craig huffed and jogged into the house.
“Louis?” he called.
“Upstairs,” Louis said.
Craig ran up the stairs, hesitated, then headed for the master bedroom. It was the only one with the bath large enough for two.
The drapes were still closed in the bedroom, but he saw steam billowing out of the bathroom.
“Baby?”
“In here.”
Craig took a deep breath, drew himself up, and fixed his Daddy expression. He pushed the bathroom door open.
Chapter 8
Louis
Louis’s heart pounded as he waited for Craig to enter. He’d intended to be in the bath, but he hadn’t had enough time to run the water and he wouldn’t be able to undress without help. Craig stalked in and Louis’s breath caught in his throat. He knew that expression. Craig was wearing his Daddy face.
“I needed help undressing,” Louis said.
Craig waited.
“Please,” Louis added.
Craig inclined his head. “Okay.”
They’d worn leathers as they’d ridden their bikes to the club. Craig eased Louis’s leather jacket from his shoulders and pushed him down on the toilet so he could take off his biker boots and socks. Craig had helped him dress that morning, but somehow it felt more intimate to Louis as Craig removed each piece of clothing.
Craig drew Louis to his feet so he could slip the leather pants down his long thighs. Between the hitch of Louis’s breath and the bulge in his briefs, it had to be obvious Louis was getting aroused, but Craig seemed focused on his task.
Louis had hoped Craig would understand what he was offering, but either Craig didn’t notice, or he didn’t want Louis. The thought that it might be the latter really hurt him.
The bath was ready. Louis waited as Craig checked it and ran cold water into the tub briefly. He knew Craig would not let him in until he was satisfied with the temperature.
Craig dried his hands and turned to Louis. “It’s ready. I’ll help you in.”
“My hair.” Louis held out a hairband. “Would you mind?”
Craig took the band and swiftly tied Louis’s hair into a messy bun on top of his head, as he had many times before. Then he helped Louis into the tub.
Louis murmured his thanks, grateful for Craig’s strong hands as he settled in the water. It was hot but not scalding, Louis sighed in pleasure as he leaned back. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see Craig walk out the door.
“I’ll put your clothes in your bedroom, then I’ll come back and wash you,” Craig said.
Louis smiled as he heard Craig rustling around with his clothes. “Thanks.”
He inhaled the herby aroma from the bubble bath, feeling the tension in his muscles slowly decrease. He’d been stressed from the moment he woke in anticipation of going to the club. He clenched his jaw at the thought of being chased from his club and not even knowing why.
“You look good,” Craig said, his voice husky.
Louis opened his eyes. Craig had changed into a tight T-shirt and a worn pair of jeans. He stared down at Louis with hungry eyes.
Louis swallowed. “Even with the bruises?”
“Yes.”
Craig knelt by the tub and picked up one of the washcloths Louis had placed there. He soaked it in the water and slowly started to wipe Louis’s face. Louis closed his eyes again and let Craig—his Daddy—take care of him as he used to. Just for these few minutes he could dream again.
Craig took his time, trailing the washcloth over Louis’s arms and torso, taking care to cover every inch of him. “Lean forward and I’ll wash your back.”
Louis sat up and leaned forward, feeling much like a limp noodle, all the tension drained out of him. “This feels so good.”
“It’s been a long time since we did this,” Craig said, as he traced the contours of Louis’s back.
Louis hummed in agreement. He almost didn’t want to talk, his mind as relaxed as his body.
“Lean back again and I’ll clean the rest of you,” Craig ordered.
This time Louis watched as Craig took each leg and ran the cloth down to his toes. Louis shivered as it came back up the same path and cleaned his cock and balls with the same languorous care. Louis’s cock thickened in Craig’s hand and he couldn’t help the moan that escaped his lips.
“I should stop,” Craig said.
“Don’t.” Louis grabbed his wrist. “Stay there.”
“Boy,” Craig said, a note of warning.
“Daddy, please!” God, Louis would beg