Chapter Twenty-Eight – Rescue Me: Keres had taken it upon himself to feed him and give him water, and Otis had obeyed without protest, even if the water from the plastic bottle in the man’s hand had shaken enough to make most of it spill over his chin and down his shirt.
The pleasantness from the night before lingered in his bones, at odds with the findings revealed by the newspaper clipping Hudson had found inside the nightstand. The scar by Otis’s left eye must have been caused by burning, but according to that old piece of news, he hadn’t been at home when the house in which he lived with his mom burned down.
Now was the time for him to shine again. Rusty walked up to Connor, while keeping one arm hanging lazily over Matty’s shoulders. His fiancé was not only obviously ready to have his back, but he could also pull his weight, too. Connor blinked a few times while observing him with murder written all over his face. Clearly, the guy had no idea what to expect, and that put Rusty at an advantage, one that he intended to make full use of.
So far, things had worked out just as Jackie had described them to him. Maybe there wasn’t as much frisking involved as his unwitting partner in Jasper’s escape had liked, but Hudson could do very well without it. The memory of his earlier pursuits involving Otis still lingered, and despite freshening up for his job, he could swear the sweet taste of his neighbor was still there on his tongue.
He liked the smell of sex, but not as much as the man lying in his arms, completely abandoned and gone to the world. Hudson brushed his hand through the silky strands of Otis’s hair over and over, hating the moment when he would have to wake up his precious charge and send him back to his place with a pat on his delicious rump.