Whispers of Home by April Kelley Read Free Book Online

his cleaning supplies, breaking the little tote thing Beverly had given him to carry them around in.
    The sound of the impact and Jaron’s girly scream as he fell, of course, woke Travis up. Jaron didn’t know how someone could move so fast or when Travis even got off the bed but the man was suddenly beside him asking if he was okay.
    “I’m fine. Just my pride hurts.”
    Travis chuckled. “What are you doing here?”
    “Can we have this conversation when you’re clothed, please?” Jaron looked directly at the man’s gorgeous cock when he said it too. Damn, he wanted a taste. He had no shame when it came to this man. Honestly.
    Those mischievous eyes again. “Now, what would be the fun in that?”
    Jaron looked at him in exasperation and probably lust, although he wasn’t about to admit that or acknowledge it in any way.
    Travis pulled him to his feet and stepped away.
    Oh, man. Jaron had not gotten laid in a really long time.
    He stood there, watching as Travis rummaged around in his dresser searching for clothing. At least Jaron hoped he was searching for something to cover that gorgeous body. Okay, Jaron was seriously riding the fence on whether or not he actually wanted Travis to get dressed. Because let’s face it, who wouldn’t want to look at that for the rest of the day. Or longer. Whatever.
    “Shit.”
    “What?”
    “No clean underwear.”
    Jaron groaned, closing his eyes so he could get his dick to calm the fuck down. That was not an invitation, he silently said to it.
    “I can start some laundry for you. It will take a while though.”
    “You don’t have to do that, man. You are not my personal servant or anything.”
    Can’t I be, please? Oh please. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.” He began picking up the mess he made of his supplies. Once he finished that, he gathered up a large arm full of the dirty clothes he had fallen on and carried them down the hall, leaving Travis searching around his room for some mysteriously nonexistent clean boxers.
    Jaron switched loads, immediately starting on a load for Travis. It was two hours later when Beverly found him downstairs in the kitchen, starting on lunch for everyone.
    “Jaron, can I talk to you, please?”
    “Sure.” He washed his hands and followed her to the library. Or he guessed that’s what they called it on account of all the books in the room.
    “Travis told me you went into his room earlier.”
    “I’m sorry, ma’am. I didn’t know whether to just go in or not. I knocked, I swear.”
    “Oh, it’s me that wants to apologize. I completely forgot to inform you that my son would be sleeping here. He got in very late last night.”
    Jaron just bet he did. Jaron clenched his jaw. He realized how absolutely irrational his jealousy over Travis staying out late was. They weren’t even friends. A few text messages does not constitute friends or lovers. They certainly weren’t dating. It was just stupid. Stop acting obsessive, Jaron.
    “It’s okay. I promise to knock louder next time.”
    Beverly laughed. “I’m sure you got an eye full.”
    Oh God, how embarrassing. Jaron just knew his face was beet red. He looked down suddenly enthralled with the neat little swirls in the carpet. “I broke your cleaning tote thing when I fell.”
    “That’s fine, dear. As long as you’re okay.” Beverly smiled warmly at him, letting him get back to making lunch. Beverly had told him to just make simple ham sandwiches. He piled them high with veggies and also added a fruit salad to each plate.
    Travis came through the kitchen door just as Jaron sat the food down.
    “Wash up. Eat.” Jaron could not let go of his jealousy from earlier, so the comment came out sharper than he intended.
    “Yes sir.” Travis smiled, the mischief in his eyes reaching his yummy lips this time.
    Jaron put the plate in front of him when he sat at the table and turned to the sink. “This looks good. Thank you.” Jaron didn’t reply, not even to be polite.