Page 41 of Primary Seduction
“Yeah.”
“You don’t sound happy about it.”
“It’s only because if it’s not that, then what the hell is going on?” Trent shook his head. “Never mind, I’ll deal with that another day. It’s not going anywhere.” He turned to Max, seeing him gingerly reach for a biscuit before looking over at him.
“Thank you, Trent. I appreciate this more than you know. Even if sometimes it may come out as sarcastic or snarky, I do appreciate your help.”
Max’s quiet voice made Trent stare at him. He saw in his eyes the struggle Max was having with being in someone else’s care. “I know you do. Just do me one favour?”
“What’s that?”
“Make yourself at home. Please. I haven’t got much, but for the time you’re here, it’s yours too.”
Max bit his lip and looked down at his hands, eyes looking suspiciously wet. His nostrils flared, and he gazed back at Trent as he sniffed. “Thanks,” was the wet reply.
He nodded, then decided to change the subject. “So…film night?” he asked.
Max sniffed again and smiled. “Sure. Line ‘em up.”
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Max made a valiant effort to watch the film Trent put on, but he was almost asleep at the halfway mark.
“Hey,” he said, prodding Max gently. “Time for bed, sleepyhead.” Trent smirked slightly as the phrase he used to use for his daughters slipped out.
Max blinked a few times before he seemed to focus on Trent. “Hey, you.” He sounded drunk.
Trent snorted. “Come on, time for bed. Let’s get you sorted.” Trent had talked with the doctor and nurse about what Max was and wasn’t likely to be able to do, and he knew Max was going to try and do it himself anyway. But Trent had decided he was just going to take charge, regardless of Max’s refusals; otherwise, he was going to hurt himself further ,and Trent couldn’t live with that.
He lifted Max upright and held him while he got his balance, then almost carried him to the bathroom. He hadn’t been to Max’s house to get any clothes yet, so he’d have to wear Trent’s again. Not that he minded. He left Max alone for five minutes so he could do his business but didn’t allow him too much time to get himself into trouble. Even that short time, gave Max enough to be trying to remove his shirt by himself.
“Here, let me help,” Trent said.
“I’m okay—”
“Max, let me help.”
“I’m fine—”
“Max! Let. Me. Help.” Trent’s voice came out like an order, and immediately, Max dropped his arms and looked to the floor. Shit. His mind flew back to the vision of Max in the harness and being outside a club and his comments about BDSM.Holy fucking hell. Is Max a sub?Trent closed his eyes, rolled his lips inwards and breathed through his nose for a moment to regain his composure—and to try and reduce the existence of his hard-on. “Let’s get this shirt off. Slowly does it. No fast movements or you’ll hurt yourself more.” Together they manoeuvred the shirt off and the trousers, leaving Max clad in boxers. “Do you want a shower now or in the morning?”
Max lowered his eyes again and whispered, “In the morning, please.”
The soft voice and lowered eyes screamed submission, and Trent had never realised how sexy that was.
“Come on. Time for bed.” He wrapped his arm around Max’s naked waist and helped him to the guest room. Both bedrooms in the apartment were good sized and the guest room had two small double beds in there—for his kids usually. They were always made up for if the kids decided to turn up, so he knew everything was fresh. Pulling back the covers, he helped Max lay down and covered him over again. He crouched down next to him. “Shout me if you need anything, Max.”
“I’ll be fine,” he said.
“I know you will.” He decided to take a chance. “But shout me if you need anything, that’s an order.” He almost gulped as Max’s eyes lowered, and he seemed to shiver.
“I will,” he whispered.
Trent didn’t know what made him do it, but he leaned forward and kissed Max’s forehead, then stood and walked away. He left the door open a crack and went to the living area to tidy up before he headed off to bed himself. He hoped he’d be able to sleep tonight.
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Chapter 9
