A Sticky Wicket in Bollywood by T.A. Chase & Devon Rhodes

Author:T.A. Chase & Devon Rhodes
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Erotic Romance eBooks Erotica Total-E-Bound eBooks Books Romance
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

He needed a friend to help him, and Ajay was more than happy to be that.

“No, I don’t mind. Raj, you can stay here as long as you want or need. I told you before, I missed you so much, and I regret all those words I said to you when we parted. Please, consider my home to be yours.” Ajay stroked his fingers along Raj’s bare shoulder, soaking in the warmth of Raj’s skin.

Raj shuddered and his lips parted for a moment. Then he appeared to gather his composure and quickly walked in the direction of the bathroom without responding to Ajay’s statement.

“Shit,” Ajay muttered as he turned to go back downstairs. “You need to keep your hands to yourself, jackass. He’s in mourning, and you need to be his friend.”

By the time he came back up to his suite, the shower was running. He laid out the food and tea on the low table in front of the balcony doors. The sun was just setting, and Ajay always thought it was a soothing event to watch.

He gathered up a soft pair of silk pyjama pants and a white T-shirt. It took him a few tries to find a pair of socks because most of them were tucked away.

The bathroom door had been left open a crack, leaving Ajay to think Raj wouldn’t mind if he came in. Yet polite manners dictated he knock first.

“Raj, I’m coming in to bring you those clothes I mentioned.” He waited, but when he didn’t get an answer, he pushed open the door, then he walked in. “I’ll just leave them on the counter for you.”

He barely heard what he thought was a sob over the pounding of the water. Did he check to make sure Raj was okay or did he give the man his privacy? Another sob, louder this time, made his decision for him. If it was in Ajay’s power, Raj would never cry alone.

Ajay stepped around the wall blocking the shower area from the rest of the bathroom.

What he saw broke his heart. Raj was standing with his hands braced against the tiled wall, his head hanging under the cascade of water, and his shoulders were shaking with the force of his sobs.

With no regard for his own clothes, Ajay stepped in with him, then wrapped his arms around Raj’s waist, plastering himself to the man’s back. He ran his hands up and down Raj’s chest and stomach, not trying to arouse him, simply trying to ease his pain with a gentle touch.

“Shed all those tears you’ve been holding back, my love,” he whispered against Raj’s shoulder. “She was your mother, and she loved you so fiercely. A big piece of your heart is gone now, and you won’t ever get it back. So cry for yourself and your loss.”

He continued to murmur those words over and over, until Raj’s sobs began to slow down. When Raj went limp in his arms, Ajay knew it was time to dry the man off and get him in bed.

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