by Aja Foxx
"Holy crap," Henry whispered when I pulled away. "What was that?"
"A kiss?"
I was just guessing here.
"Oh no, I've been kissed before, but it was never like that."
I growled. "I'd prefer not to hear what you've done before."
I didn't want to have to kill anyone.
Henry's face flushed as he glanced away.
I frowned when he mumbled something. "What was that?" Even with my shifter hearing I couldn't make out what he'd said.
The flush deepened and his eyes came up to meet mine before darting away again. "There hasn't exactly been that many kisses."
I know that wasn't supposed to make me smile, but it did.
"I can change that," I said confidently. Kissing Henry was a gift, one I wanted to receive over and over again. If he gave me the go ahead, I was going to kiss him until his toes curled.
"Okay," Henry said on a breath.
I wasn't about to let him change his mind. I leaned in and plastered my lips to his. In a matter of seconds, the kiss went to slow and subtle to hot and passionate. My heart thundered in my chest as Henry opened his mouth and allowed me in to explore and conquer.
Had anyone ever tasted so sweet?
He was better than whiskey.
I slid my hands down Henry's back to grip his ass. I heard a small squeak when I squeezed those sexy rounded globes and then Henry melted against me. I could feel how much he was into what we were doing by the hard pipe pressing against my abdomen. He was just as hard as I was.
My bear stirred when Henry began to groan and rub against me. The need to bite him and claim him was overwhelming, but it couldn't happen. At least not yet. Maybe never.
But I had to take this chance, even if it was the only one I ever got.
After hearing Henry's words about accepting the weird and unusual, I was a little more optimistic about claiming Henry than I had been just a couple of hours ago, but I still wasn't going to claim him without his permission.
That was no way to start a mating.
"What are you doing?" Henry asked when I dropped to my knees and reached for his zipper.
I raised an eyebrow, pausing my hands. "You don't know?"
I kind of thought my actions were self explanatory.
Could be wrong.
"Well, yes, but..." Henry's brow puckered with confusion. "Don't you want me to...you know?"
"Oh, I do, and we can try that another time." There was no way in hell I was going to turn down an offer for Henry to have those plump lips wrapped around my cock. "But right now, I want a taste."
I made quick work of unzipping Henry's pants and pulling his pants and underwear down far enough to free his gorgeous cock. It bounced and slapped against his abdomen before I grabbed it.
I was right. It was long and thick and gorgeous.
It was perfect.
I enjoyed the long groan that fell from Henry's lips as I leaned in and licked across the head of the man's engorged shaft. Henry's legs trembled under my hands, delighting me even more. I liked knowing I could get to my mate in such a way that the man couldn't control his reactions.
I raked my tongue across the head of Henry's cock again. Drops of tangy, sweet pre-cum exploded on his tongue. I swallowed Henry's shaft all of the way down until my nose was buried in the man's pubic hair.
I stuck out my tongue and ran it gently up the side to the top. Running my tongue across the top, I found the small slit there. I licked over the small slit, capturing drops of pre-cum as I did.
One arm braced on each side of Henry’s hips, I swallowed as much of Henry’s cock as I could get into my mouth. A little bit at a time, I began sucking Henry into my mouth, my tongue swirling around every inch it could reach. Each time I came up and went back down was a little easier and I got a little more, until I was swallowing all of Henry's surprisingly impressive length.
I knew just what to do to bring Henry to the brink of release, stop, and build him back up again. I licked and sucked, and caressed until Henry could do nothing more than stand there, whimpering. The moans coming from him gave me encouragement.
Henry’s hips rose up to meet each downward plunge of my mouth. His hands clenched in my hair, gently tugging then smoothing then tugging again, as if Henry couldn't decide what he wanted to do.
I bobbed up and down on Henry's cock several times before Henry's body went stiff for a moment, his thigh muscles going rock hard, then the man trembled almost uncontrollably.
“I…gonna…” Henry cried out as he came. I swallowed as much as I could of Henry’s sweet release. "Gunner!"
The sound of Henry shouting out my name sent chills down my spine in a way that didn't even come close to making me cold. My body was so hot, I was about to combust. Henry was the most arousing man I'd ever met.
Raising my head, I looked up to see Henry's eyes closed, his mouth hanging open. His hands continued to clench in my hair. I carefully tucked Henry back into his pants and then pulled his hands from my hair and stood up.
There was a glassy sheen to Henry's blue eyes as he stared up at me. "Why did you do that?"
For just a moment, I forgot to breathe. "Did you not want me to?"
He hadn't really objected.
"No, I mean..." Henry frowned again. "I'm not usually on the receiving end of things like that. Most guys don't...um...like that sort of thing."
My eyebrows shot up. "Most guys don't like getting blow jobs?"
Who had he been dating?
"No, most guys don't like giving them."
I snorted. "Then they're stupid."
Henry's jaw dropped.
"Okay, look, I fully believe in to each their own, but personally, barring pain or humiliation, I say whatever. I'm good. I enjoy it all, and it's stupid to refuse to do something to someone that you want done to you."
"So, you'd want me to...uh..."
I traced Henry's plump lips with the pad of my thumb. "Wrap these luscious lips around my cock?" I almost shuddered just thinking about it.
I smiled when Henry's cheeks flushed red as he nodded.
"I wouldn't say no."
I'd never say no to Henry, no matter what he asked. Well, unless it came to his safety. I wouldn't agree to anything that put him in danger.
Sexually, I was good to go.
"Do you think that is something you'd like to do sometime?"
Henry licked his lips. "Now?"
"I—"
"Gunner!"
I groaned and dropped my forehead against Henry's when I heard Butch shout my name. The man was not quiet.
"Can I have a rain check?"
Please?
Chapter Twelve
~ Henry ~
I chuckled when Gunner stuck out his lower lip. For one, that pouty look should never be on his handsome face. For two, I wanted to stick out my own lip. If Gunner knew how much I wanted to suck his cock, his pants would be around his ankles.
"I guess we'd better go see what he wants," I whispered.
I didn't want to.
I could feel Gunner's breath blow out across my face as he replied, "I guess we should."
It was warm and hot and, oh god, I wanted to feel it over the rest of my body. "Rain check, right?"
Gunner grinned. "Rain check."
I was glad we had that settled. I wanted another chance at Gunner. I was out of my mind for wanting it, but I couldn't seem to help myself. My life had been out of control since he came into it. Why not enjoy the ride?
It wouldn't last. I knew that, but I had to have Gunner if the opportunity came up, and it looked like it had if the bulge in his pants was anything to go by. I doubted I would ever have a chance like this again to be with someone as rugged and wild as Gunner. I'd be stupid to let it pass me by.
I just had to remember to keep my feelings out of it so I didn't end up with a broken heart. There was no chance anything real or permanent could ever come of my attraction to Gunner. Men like him didn't become inv
olved with boring straight-laced doctors like me.
I glanced down to make sure everything was tucked away and then smoothed my hands down my sweater. I smiled up at Gunner. "Okay, I'm ready."
"Yeah, me, too." Gunner swallowed tightly. "But let's go see what Butch wants anyway."
It wasn't until Gunner winked at me that I understood what he meant, and then my gaze dropped to his pants. I whimpered when I saw the incredible bulge still pushing out the front of his jeans. My ass clenched.
"Don't start looking at me like that or we won't leave here until I'm balls deep in your ass."
I whimpered again.
Gunner chuckled. "Come on."
I felt his hand land on my lower back as I opened the door. It stayed there as we walked back to my brother's room.
"What are you doing?" I asked as I rushed across the room. I grabbed Harry's shoulders and tried to push him back onto the mattress. "You shouldn't be getting out of bed."
"No, no," Harry grabbed my arm. "It's okay, Henry."
"It's not okay," I insisted. "You're in no condition to go anywhere. You could get an infection or...or..." The possibilities were endless.
"Bro, it's okay." Harry grabbed my face and pulled me close. "It's okay, Henry. I promise. Everything is going to be okay."
Wait...
I glanced at Butch. "You're going to get tested?"
Harry pulled me back around. "Better than that. Butch knows how to cure me."
Uh oh.
I smiled sweetly. "Harry, maybe you should lay back down."
He was obviously out of his mind.
"No, I'm serious. Butch told me—"
Someone cleared their throat.
Harry's eyes snapped to someone behind me for a moment before coming back to me. "Yeah, well, Butch told me he knows how to make me better. Don't you want that for me?"
"Of course I do," I snapped. I wanted nothing more. Every spare second of my life was spent trying to find a cure for Harry.
"Then let me do this."
"Harry—"
"Please, Henry. This could be my last chance. I don't want to die in this room with only Nurse Ratchet to keep me company. Let me try this."
Tears flooded my eyes and blurred my vision. I knew if Henry stepped one foot outside this room, and didn't go to the hospital, he was going to die. I just couldn't deny him his dying wish.
"Okay, Harry." I pulled away from his grasp and walked over to his dresser. I pulled out a clean pair of lounge pants, a long sleeved shirt, and some socks and then carried them back over to Harry. "If you're going outside, you need to be dressed for it."
Harry took the clothes and set them on the bed beside him before reaching for my hand. "You're coming with me, right?"
I smiled even though I felt everything inside of me well up in protest. "Where else would I be?"
It was going to destroy me to watch my twin brother fade away until he was nothing, but the happiness on his face right now could not be ignored.
As a doctor, I knew this was the stupidest thing I had ever done. It would expose him to germs and take away whatever strength he had left,
As his brother, I knew I had to do it, even if it was just to see some life in Harry for a little while. It had been so long since he'd done anything except lie here and wait to die. Now, he was excited and smiling.
Maybe that was worth the heartache I'd feel when he was gone.
"Let's get you dressed." I reached over and grabbed the clean shirt. "We need to get you out of here before Mother returns or you aren't going anywhere."
"She's not supposed to be back until tomorrow," Harry said.
"If Nurse Ratchet calls her..."
"Yeah, you're right." Harry held his arms up in the air.
I pulled his dirty shirt off and tossed it on the bed and then pulled the clean one down over his head and arms. When it came time to get his pants on him, I glanced over my shoulder. "Gunner, can you come help Harry stand up?"
"Sure, I—"
"We should let Jefferson do that," Butch said.
I frowned at him.
"He knows more about what Harry needs than we do," Butch said. "I wouldn't want him to get hurt because we handled him wrong."
Okay, that made sense.
I walked over to the door to call for Jefferson, but he was waiting right outside the door. "Can you come help me get Harry dressed?"
"Of course, sir."
Once Jefferson stepped inside the room, I shut the door and then walked back over to my brother. "I just need you to hold on to him while I get his pants on him. I don't want him to fall and hurt himself."
"I have it, sir." Jefferson held out his hands. "If you would take my hands, Master Harry."
Harry snickered as he grabbed the hands Jefferson held out to him. "What have I told you about that master crap?"
Jefferson smiled, which was a first for me. I'd never seen him smile before.
Between the two of us, we got Harry to his feet. While Jefferson held on to him, I knelt down and helped Harry take off his old pants and put on new ones and then I rolled the thick wools socks I'd grabbed over his feet and up his leg.
Once he was dressed, I stood. "Jefferson, we're going to need a clean blanket and Harry's jacket."
"Am I to take it that Master Harry is going somewhere?"
"He is." I was still against it. "I'm not sure where we are going or how long we will be gone, but I'll be with him, so—"
"May I come, sir?" Jefferson asked.
I frowned as I glanced at the man. "You want to go with us?"
"Yes, sir."
"Let him come, Henry," Butch said. "He can help you out with Harry."
Whatever.
It wasn't like I was in control or anything.
"Fine, come, just make sure you get a warm, clean blanket for Harry. I don't want him wrapped up in something that smells of all this sickness."
"I know just the thing, sir." There was a bounce to Jefferson's steps as he headed for the door. "I'll go grab it and meet you by the front door."
He was gone before I could stop him.
Again, whatever.
I turned to look at Butch. "If you're really planning to do this, then we have to do it quick. The second the nurse comes back, this little show of yours is over. He'll call Mother and then hell will rain down on all of us."
"I'll carry Harry," Butch said as he stepped close. "It will be quicker."
It would, but I still wasn't sure how I felt about all of this.
"Are you really sure about this, Harry? You know what leaving here will mean." The drugs hadn't affected his ability to think and reason, at least not yet. "The possibilities of you picking up an infection or—"
"Henry, if I die ten steps from the front door, at least I will have died doing something I wanted to do."
I pressed my lips together until I felt an arm come around my shoulders. "Gunner."
"We'll take care of him, Henry," Gunner whispered into the side of my head. "I promise you. No matter what happens, we'll take care of him."
I wished I could believe him.
I wanted to believe him.
I didn't.
This wasn't going to end well, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
"All right, let's go."
Butch scooped Harry up in his arms and carried him out of the room. I sighed and then followed after them, Gunner's hand on the low of my back. I actually appreciated how close Gunner was staying. I needed the support right now. I was positive I was following my brother to his death.
Jefferson was waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs. He wrapped the blanket in his hands around Harry and then followed Butch toward the front door.
"Where are you going with my patient?"
The shout came from the stop of the stairs. I turned to see the nurse standing there, his face flushed red.
"Bring him back up here right now. He can't leave."
I scowled at the man's high ended attitude. Wh
o was he to tell us what we could do? "My brother can do whatever he wants to do. He's a grown man."
"He's sick," the nurse countered. "You of all people should know that."
"I am very aware of the fact that he is sick. That still does not mean anyone needs to be making decisions for him. Sick does not mean stupid."
"I can't let him leave. I'll call the police."
"And say what?" I asked.
The nurse squared his shoulders and looked down his nose at me. "That you kidnapped my patient."
"Go ahead, and while you're at it, don't forget that I am the one with the medical degree. Not you. If I say my brother can go somewhere then he can, and right now he wants to go for a drive in the country and that's just what he is going to do."
"I'm calling your mother. Let's just see what she has to say about this."
"Ask her how the concert was." I turned and then gestured for everyone to head out the door. I might have sounded calm, but my heart was thundering in my chest. I knew if we didn't get out of there now, we never would.
"Harry and Jefferson are going to ride with Butch," Gunner said. "We'll ride with Bear."
"Oh, but..."
"Butch wants to talk to your brother."
I frowned as I glanced up at Gunner. "He doesn't want to talk to me?"
"Oh, I'm sure he does, but I wanted to spend a little time talking to you, too."
"Oh."
Well, that put a different spin on things.
When I climbed into the backseat of Bear's SUV I had totally expected Gunner to climb into the front passenger seat so I was shocked when he scooted in beside me. I gestured to the front of the vehicle. "Aren't you going to sit up there?"
"I want to sit with you, not Bear."
I could feel the heat in my cheeks as I glanced away and busied myself with putting my seatbelt on. I knew I shouldn't take Gunner's words to heart, but no one had ever spoken to me the way he did.
I wasn't a pariah or anything. I had dates here and there. I'd even had a boyfriend for awhile. None of them had seemed to understand the life of a medical doctor or my devotion to my brother.
I also didn't see the need to spend hundreds of dollars on a dinner I'd probably push away half way through so I could write down notes on another idea to research. My sole focus since becoming a medical doctor was finding a cure for my brother.