Page 66 of Hooked On Him

Cole shakes his head. “Sorry, Levi. Your boy here is already trashed. He needed something to take away the pain.”

“Pain?” That's when I notice Austin’s face in the dim light of the bar. “What the fuck?” I cup his face, angling his head towards the light to get a good look at his bruising eye.

“You should see the other guy.” Austin grins up at me proudly. “Broke the fuckers nose.”

“I know rugby is a contact sport and all, but normally you all don’t look so beaten up.”

“That’s because the football fuckers thought they could start something with us,” Cole grumbles. “Fuck with one of us, fuck with all of us.”

“Football?” I frown, eyes dropping back to Austin. I grimace, feeling bad for him. My thumb brushes over the cut under his left eye. He hisses, and I shake my head. “You are crazy.” I sigh.

“For you,” he says in a drunken haze.

“No more letting this one drink,” I warn the guys.

“Hey.” Austin pouts.

“Come with me.” I let go of his face and grab his hand.

“Where are we going?” he asks, getting to his feet. “Oh, are we having bathroom sex?” his eyes light up, and my cheeks go red.

“No.” I hiss, trying to ignore the snickers from the team. Austin pouts. “I’m taking you to the staff room to get this cleaned up.”

I tug him through the bar and to the back. “Sit.” I shove him down on the couch, and he stumbles backwards with a grunt.

“Damn baby. If you want to manhandle me, I’m all for it. But could we do it with less clothes on?”

Crouching down, I grab the first aid kit from under the sink and smile, shaking my head. “No naked playtime.” I head back over to him.

“But I like naked playtime,” he groans, closing his eyes. “We don’t have naked playtime enough,” he sighs heavily.

“Well, now that we live together, that can change.” I chuckle, sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch.

His eyes snap open. “Yeah?” He gives me a drunken, sultry smile. “Be careful what you say, sexy man. If I had it my way, wewould have a no clothes rule for the house, and I don’t think we would ever leave the bedroom.”

I shift in my seat, my cock perking up at the idea. Now is not the time to think about sex, Levi. Your boyfriend needs to be taken care of.

Boyfriend.

Fuck. But he’s not my boyfriend. But everyone out there thinks he is. So, it’s the same thing, right?

“Shut up and let me take care of you, would you?” I laugh softly, grabbing some supplies from the first aid kit.

Grabbing his chin, I hold his face still as I spray wound wash on his cut. Austin stares at me, this soft look in his eyes as I work. It looks something like adoration, or maybe he’s just sloshed.

“What?” I ask, licking my lips.

“Hhm?”

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask, moving to clean the cut on his lip.

“I like you taking care of me.” He smiles, then winces when his lip cracks and starts to bleed. “Shit.”

“Stop talking,” I growl, dabbing at the blood.

“So bossy. I like it,” he hums. “But I want to be the bossy one in the bedroom.”

A blush creeps onto my cheeks, but I ignore him. Good, because I don’t have any plans on being the bossy one in bed.