Chapter 3
The sight of Kyle’s little n****e rings might have been a big turn on, but the purplish bruises on his ribcage quickly reminded Dave that, very recently, the kid’d had the s**t kicked out of him. What kind of pervert was he anyway?
Really, a doctor should see Kyle. He might say nothing was broken, but it had to have hurt. In fact, seeing Kyle’s battered body pretty much deflated his erection. Dave turned away and started fussing with some papers he’d left on the bar earlier.
“I really think you ought to see a doctor.”
Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Kyle lower the shirt. Unfortunately he didn’t miss the sad disappointment in Kyle’s gaze. Dave felt like a first-class jerk.
“No doctor,” Kyle said, his tone cool. He reached into the pocket of the shorts he wore and rem
