Touch And Go - Aiden Bates Page 0,72

enraged. I pointed at the front door until they glanced at each other and slowly started to make their way out.

“Not you.” I practically growled at Sebastian. He sat his ass back down.

“Hey, it’s not his fault—” Eli started to defend Seb, but Matt pulled him away, and closed the door behind them.

Seb looked at me with a blank expression until I knelt in front of him and checked out his busted nose, split lip, and the bulging bruises on his cheekbones. I cleaned him up in silence. Doctor mode, activated. All personal emotions pushed aside. All feelings of rage and remorse suppressed. No thoughts about how scared I’d been when I saw him in that room, or how angry I was now that he was looking so stubborn and defiant, like he was blameless and immortal. Like he didn't know what it would mean to me if I’d lost him.

With his face cleaned up, lip bandaged with a butterfly strip, and nose intact, I threw a sodden bandage at the floor and stared at him. “Well?” I wanted him to tell me what thought in his head said it was a good idea to go there on his own, to not stay put until we had a plan, to risk his life. I understood familial bonds better than most people, but even I would’ve waited, gathered some intel, then waited for the right moment to make my move.

He shrugged.

Shrugged. Like I wasn’t a train wreck with thoughts of every horrible thing that could’ve happened to him running through my head. “What the fuck were you thinking? Why would you do something so stupid?”

“Stupid? Ha! I’m not stupid but thanks for that.”

“For what?” He was defiant and angry—eyes flashing, arms crossed, bruises glaring.

“For showing me who you are. For showing me that anything I do, you’ll think is stupid.” He shook his head, swiped his tongue against the corner of his mouth then looked away.

A voice of reason told me that I had plenty of experience with pissed off and scared twenty-somethings. His vulnerability and insecurity snapping back at me. Seeing fresh bruises on his perfect face made me want to kill someone. “Maybe stupid was a bad word.”

“You think?” And he was feisty.

And probably ready to bolt. I pulled in a deep breath, softened my voice, and blew it out slowly. “Seb. I’m a doctor. I’m supposed to heal people, not break them. But all I want to do right now is go out there and end those fuckers we left in the pawn shop, because they hurt you. That’s all I want to do.” First, do no harm meant nothing right now. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with that? With all these fucking”—I shook out my hands like I was flicking the rage from my fingertips—“feelings. What am I supposed to do?”

There was a long silence, a pause, and my anger simmered just below my skin. Until he looked up. “I can think of one thing.”

The flicker in his eye took me by surprise, but my body reacted before my brain. I took a sudden, deep breath and filled the silence by lunging, smashing his mouth against mine.

I moaned as the taste of his blood and spit hit my tongue, he pulled me closer, and I almost crushed him into the back of the couch. He moaned desperately and wrapped his fingers around my hips, slid one around to paw my crotch, and shoved his tongue deeper into my mouth. My head spun. Rage dissipated, arousal flared, and my dick throbbed, aching to fuck my feelings into his willing body.

Seb grabbed my hair and yanked me back so he could bite my neck and my collarbones. I hissed, and he moaned, bit harder, and yanked the skin with his teeth.

I needed him, and I wanted him more than anything I’d ever desired before. I unbuttoned his pants with clumsy fingers, and he ripped open my shirt, yanked his overhead, and then panted as he looked up at me. Naked. Beautiful. Perfect, sweet, brave, and bashful Seb. I wanted him to be mine, mine, mine.

I hauled us both up with him in my arms, and he squeezed his thighs around my waist until I slammed him up against the wall and pinned him there. We kissed like it was the last time we’d ever be in each other’s mouths, and I pulled a condom from my pants before I freed my cock. I wanted nothing more