Isle of Wishes by Brown Sue

Author:Brown, Sue [Brown, Sue]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2013-08-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

WEDNESDAY

PAUL drove Skandik home in silence. His mind was whirling with the irony of the situation. He’d always thought Sam was mad, pursuing a relationship halfway across the world, watching as his brother’s income was swallowed in airfares and immigration expenses. Now here he was, falling for a Yank in exactly the same way.

“Are you going to come in?” Skandik asked as they parked outside his apartment building.

“Do you want me to?”

“Yeah,” Skandik said.

“Can I leave the car here?”

“Not unless you want it towed. There’s a parking lot around the back.”

Paul followed his directions, and within a few minutes stood next to Skandik in the elevator. Despite the fact the elevator was empty they didn’t touch, not even a brush of their hands. He waited until Skandik had shut the door behind him, then he took Skandik by his uninjured hand.

“I want to fuck you so badly, but I know you’re hurting.”

“The pain meds are starting to wear off,” Skandik admitted, his face looking gray and drawn.

“You’re going to take some more, and we’re going to bed. Just to cuddle,” he added hastily. “You need to sleep and I need to hold you.”

Skandik nodded, then headed for the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and gave it to Paul to open along with the bottle of pills he produced from his suit pocket.

Paul gave him the pills and water, waiting over him while he swallowed them. Then he went into the bedroom to tidy up the bed while Skandik used the bathroom.

As he straightened the comforter, he heard cursing from the bathroom. “Are you okay?”

Skandik let fly a string a new curses before he said, “I can’t get this shirt off.”

Paul didn’t bother to hide his amusement as he headed into the bathroom to find Skandik tangled in a heap of shirt, suit jacket, and sling. “It helps if you take one thing off at a time.”

“I was trying,” Skandik snarled.

“Very trying,” Paul agreed, laughing as Skandik scowled at him. “Let me.” He disentangled Skandik’s arm from the sling, then helped him off with the jacket. By the time he did that, Skandik was pale and sweating. “Just the shirt and then you can lie down.” He undid the buttons and cuffs and slid the shirt off, careful not to dislodge the bandage. Paul frowned as he saw the bruising over Skandik’s torso. He traced one of the bruises with his fingers.

“I hit the ground hard,” Skandik said before he could ask.

Paul catalogued each bruise and graze. He bet the man’s ribs hurt like hell. “Do you want help with your trousers?”

“Yeah, you can get me out of my pants.”

Paul gave him points for trying to sound mocking when he was clearly wiped. He knelt at Skandik’s feet and pulled off black leather shoes, then socks, then did the same with his pants and boxer-briefs.

“Do you need propping up?” he asked as he settled Skandik in bed.

Skandik bit down on his lip. “Are you coming to bed?”

Paul nodded.

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