helped out a lot when it came to criminal and personal problems. To say he was an invaluable employee was pretty accurate.
“He’s not my boy.”
“Whatever you say, Ry.”
“Fuck you, Re.” Their childhood nicknames didn’t invoke the same amusement it usually did. “I start his training Friday.”
Regan snorted. “If he leaves you alone till then, I will eat my fucking tattoo gun. If he’s a latent, he won’t be able to resist the impulse, and the more you’re around him, the less you’ll be able to as well. Why don’t you just bite the bullet and get it over with?”
“He’s clean, Re. I mean, he’s like almost virgin clean. I can’t.” Raw panic rose up and clawed at his gut and chest. He stared a hole through the glass in Bradley’s bedroom window.
“Easy, bro. Breathe.” Regan cursed on the other end of the phone. “So it isn’t just that he’s vanilla, huh?”
“No, Re. He’s pure like a goddamn angel sent to punish me.” He trembled, and it wasn’t from the freezing temperatures outside. “I can’t touch him.”
“When are you going to stop punishing yourself for something that happened when we were sixteen?” Regan asked softly. “David is long mated and moved on from the incident. Why can’t you?”
“I can’t be trusted with someone like him again, Re. You don’t understand. The things I did, the things I wanted to do…”
Regan made a noise of comfort, and Ryan could practically feel his brother’s arms around him. “He was just as much at fault as you were, Ryan. He wanted those things and knew how to safeword. You gave him his fantasy. Granted, you both went too far, but you are a better and more experienced Dom now. The punishment that you endured was unjust, and Alpha will tell you that.”
“He begged me to stop, and I ignored him. I knew it felt wrong, and I did it anyway.”
“Only because he would get pissed at you for stopping any other time,” Ryan interrupted. “Jesus, Ryan. That boy is notorious for topping from the bottom, and you were young enough to let him. He manipulated the situation so that you went further and further down into his fantasy land, and by the time you both realized it was too much, you both were too far into it. You haven’t played hard since, and I know it’s not because you don’t have it in you or don’t have a half a dozen availables begging you for it. He’s still controlling your life, and he doesn’t even live here anymore. He wasn’t as innocent as you seem to remember him. He played the part, but he was never an innocent that you preyed upon.”
Ryan shook his head. His brother was wrong. He couldn’t be trusted with someone who wasn’t experienced. He could play with those cynical subs who knew the score. He wouldn’t dirty someone he liked with his fantasies. “You just don’t get it.”
“Fine,” Ryan snapped, changing tactics. “Assign someone else to him then. You’ll only hurt him if you give him only half of what he needs. In fact, he’s cute. Assign me to be his trainer. I’ll fuck and train him properly. Maybe when I’m done he won’t be too ‘pure’ for your tastes.”
Ryan snarled. “You won’t fucking touch him!”
A long pause answered his declaration, followed by a low sigh. “And that is why you’re going to have to come to grips with what happened. For better or worse, bro, that boy is yours. It’s up to you to train him in the ways of pack and to make him a proper mate.”
“He’s not my mate,” Ryan said automatically.
“And we’re back to that again? Fuck me, Ryan. You are a stubborn asshole. Fine. He’s not your mate. You still have to train him. Are you going to be okay with that, or do I need to bring this to the Alpha’s attention?” Ryan asked.
Torn, Ryan said nothing. Maybe this was his second chance. Maybe if he could train Bradley and then let him go, he could redeem himself a bit. That way the human could figure out if he really wanted what Ryan