Yep, she’d noticed. The urgency in Ambar’s voice prompted him to shake off the weird compulsion to touch the stranger’s mouth with his and rub all over him, marking the man with his scent.
“Let me help you stand.” Rohan slung his arm around the man’s shoulders, barely suppressing a shiver of awareness. With Ambar on the man’s other side, they managed to get him upright.
Ambar heard footsteps heading in their direction. “Hurry, someone’s coming.”
A nurse entered the room, coming to an abrupt halt when she saw the mystery male standing between them. “What are you doing? He should be in bed.”
“Don’t like hospitals,” the male said. “Taking me home.”
“That’s right,” Rohan said smoothly, winking at the nurse.
Ambar released the male and took the nurse’s arm after gesturing her to come closer. “Sorry,” she said.
“Why?” the nurse asked.
Ambar grabbed her and pressed down on her neck. Seconds later the nurse slumped against Ambar’s chest, and she hauled her toward the hospital bed.
Rohan scowled at his sister as he removed everything attached to the man and hoped for the best. “What did you do that for? Is she okay?” His breath eased out when no alarms went off. He hesitated when it came to the drip, gave a sharp tug and jerked it out of the back of the man’s hand. It didn’t bleed much, which was a relief. “Ambar?”
“Just unconscious.” Ambar lifted the nurse onto the bed and pulled the covers over her so only the back of her head showed. “I don’t like it any more than you do,” she retorted when he frowned at the nurse. “But one of us had to do something. I guess you won’t make fun of me for reading so much. Funny the stuff you learn in books.”
“Let’s go,” Rohan said, shaking his head. His sister was amazing and going into business with her was one of the best decisions he’d made. He and Ambar were close. They both liked it that way, which made it imperative to talk to her about his sexual orientation soon.
“Never mind the stairs,” Ambar said. “We’ll take a chance with the elevator. If we act with confidence maybe no one will notice our departure.”
Rohan didn’t reply. He couldn’t. The stranger’s scent pervaded every breath he took, filling him with hope and sexual arousal. He concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other and prayed Ambar didn’t notice his predicament. A hospital gown would have killed him. The tight black jeans were bad enough, leaving nothing to his imagination. The man had an arse he’d kill to touch.
Ambar darted to the bank of elevators and pressed the call button. They waited in tense silence, watching the indicator lights. A woman and two young children joined them, apprehension ratcheting up inside Rohan. A nurse walked past, her gaze scanning them. Her gaze halted on the stranger. She hesitated, then continued past to the reception desk.
The stranger leaned on him, breathing audibly. Rohan sensed the mother and children watching them and prayed the elevator would arrive soon. He didn’t like it here, the fear of capture, the danger to them all rippling through his mind like a bad action movie sequence.
At last the elevator arrived, the doors sliding open in a smooth whir. Ambar stepped inside the car and took possession of a corner. She stepped aside, allowing him and the stranger to maneuver behind her. She took up a position in front of them, reminding Rohan of a guard.
The stranger patted his butt, making Rohan jump. Okay, this weird attraction wasn’t one-sided. Just as well Ambar couldn’t see. Rohan took a deep breath and removed the male’s hand, frowning at him. The low masculine chuckle in reply to his silent censure created a raft of goose bumps on Rohan’s arms and legs. Rohan’s scowl deepened and worry creased his forehead. They’d never make it out of here if the stranger created a scene.
The ride to the ground floor took ages, the elevator stopping on every level. The tension inside Rohan increased with every hospital staff member who joined them inside the elevator.
Finally the elevator stopped. Ambar took the stranger’s other arm and they exited with confidence despite his wobbly gait.
“Wait!” a masculine voice shouted behind them.
Fear jumped inside Rohan, and he caught the flicker of panic on his sister’s face. The stranger merely looked confused.
“Yes?” Rohan said, his tone not far from a snarl as he studied the hospital employee. He watched the man’s face, ready to run if necessary.
“You dropped your wallet,” the man said, extending his hand.
“Huh! My brother would lose his head if it wasn’t attached to his shoulders,” Ambar said with a laugh. She stepped forward to accept the wallet.
“Thanks,” Rohan said with a jerk of his head. Damn, he wanted to get out of here. Now.
“You smell good,” the stranger said, his warm breath tickling across Rohan’s ear.
A spear of pleasure shot through Rohan, sinking to his groin. A teenager’s giggle brought him back and reminded him of the danger. Aware his sister had heard as well, Rohan started for the exit, shouldering most of the stranger’s weight.
When they’d almost reached the car, Ambar ran ahead to unlock it. She opened the rear door and stood aside to let him help the shifter inside.
Rohan sucked in a breath, ultra aware of the attraction simmering between him and the stranger. With his arm around the man’s shoulders, he could feel the heat coming off his skin. Rohan’s cock filled enough to worry him. He held his breath, trying to think of cold things, mindful of Ambar standing behind them.
This wasn’t how he wanted her to discover his preference for males. He scowled again. A tiger shifter and one he didn’t know. What were the chances?
Grunting, he manhandled the stranger into the rear of Ambar’s car, wishing they’d kept his SUV instead of selling it. That would have been much easier than squeezing the man into Ambar’s small car. They’d sold Ambar’s car as well, and the new owner would take possession on the day they left for Middlemarch. Rohan couldn’t wait to take delivery of the new SUV they’d ordered in Dunedin.
“I like you,” the stranger whispered. “Wanna fuck?”
Hell! Rohan went stock-still, his heart pounding so loud he was sure Ambar would hear the thumpity-thump as it drummed against his ribs. And that wasn’t all that was hard. His dick pressed against the fly of his jeans with an insistent pressure that made him want to rearrange himself for comfort. He cursed and attempted to move. The stranger gripped his shoulders and yanked him forward. Off balance, Rohan landed on top, both of them lying on the backseat. Seconds later the stranger kissed him on the mouth.
Rohan froze. Pull away. Laugh it off. Blame the kiss on the stranger not being in his right mind. All these thoughts flashed through Rohan’s mind, yet he followed none of them. The warm touch of the male’s lips moving beneath his held temptation, pushed his restraint. His cock bucked, and when the stranger moved against him, Rohan gave up his losing fight. Rohan kissed him back despite the fact Ambar was watching. Despite the fact they were still parked in the hospital car park and in danger.
When Rohan finally lifted his head, they were both breathing hard. They stared at each other, the stranger lifting his hand to caress Rohan’s cheek.
“Is there something you want to tell me?” Ambar asked in a choked voice. “Huh, maybe when we get home,” she added in a hurry. “Get into the car properly. Now. And keep down. Grab the blanket and pull it over him. I’ll drive.”
Adrenaline pumping at the urgency in Ambar’s voice, Rohan crawled inside, lifted the stranger’s legs clear of the door, grabbed the tartan blanket from the back and spread it over them both. The car door slammed behind them.
“Kiss me again,” the stranger said in a loud voice.
“We are really going to talk when we get home,” Ambar said tartly.
The car started, turning sharply and throwing them both off balance.
“Drive slow and smooth,” Rohan ordered. “We don’t want to attract attention.”
“Shush. I
need to concentrate.”
Rohan shut up. A mistake because then he had time to appreciate his proximity to the stranger, take in his scent and feel the hardness of the man’s erection pressing into his hip.
“Kiss—”
Rohan kissed him, telling himself it was a good way of shutting up the stranger. The first kiss had started off as a mashing of lips with no finesse. This one was different, as if the other man felt more alert. His tongue licked the seam of Rohan’s lips, and he pressed the tip against the corner of Rohan’s mouth. Immediately, Rohan envisaged penetration. A shot of pure lust converged in his gut, the reverberation ending in his balls. He gasped, more turned-on than he could ever remember, and he didn’t even know the man’s name. The thought drifted away when pitched against the touch of the man’s lips, sucking and nibbling on the tendons of his neck.
“I like kissing you,” the stranger said. “You make me hot. I can’t wait to fuck you.”
Rohan pulled away, breathing hard. He pressed his fingertips to the stranger’s mouth, wanting him to quieten. Ambar didn’t need to hear this stuff.
The stranger fell silent, and Rohan let his breath ease out in relief. Judging by the speed of the car, Ambar had left the parking area and was on the main road.
“Is anyone following?” he asked.
“I don’t think so. I saw a couple of men run from the entrance. They were wearing uniforms, but I don’t know if they were after us or not.”
“Best to be sure,” Rohan said.
“Yeah.” A loud sigh sounded, and Rohan imagined Ambar had breathed hard enough to stir the lock of hair that sometimes fell over her forehead. “You’d better stay under the blanket and keep out of sight. If anyone is looking for us, a car with a driver and no passengers might throw them off.”
A rough tongue dragged across his fingers, the abrasive sensation making him gasp. The stranger was going to kill him. Warm heat surrounded his fingers and the man sucked on them. Rohan swore.
“Do I want to know why you’re cursing?” Humor lurked in Ambar’s voice this time, and although Rohan worried about the talk he knew was coming once they reached the safety of their home, he thought it might not be as bad as he’d imagined. She sounded curious and intrigued rather than disgusted.
They’d become close during childhood, teaming up against their parents’ strict child-raising methods. Rohan had loved his parents, and he knew Ambar had as well, but there was no disputing they’d lived in the dark ages, believing in traditional roles for men and women and arranged marriages. Both still single by sheer luck and many arguments, they were ready for a new chapter in their lives. Rohan made a mental note to make sure he canceled the marriage broker. Ambar was still on the books. He’d ring India later today to ensure they were both free to follow their own paths.
The stranger swiped his tongue up and down Rohan’s finger and sucked again.
“Quit that,” Rohan snapped, snatching his fingers free of the stranger’s mouth when all he wanted was to sink into the pleasure. He wanted to rip off the stranger’s T-shirt and run his hands over his chest. Rohan blinked and stopped his thoughts above belt level. No point sinking any farther into the gutter.
“Almost back to the store,” Ambar said. “For once I’ve struck most of the lights green.”
“Is the sky falling?” Rohan asked. The rest of New Zealand made jokes about the constant snarl-up on Auckland roads, and for good reason. The traffic was horrendous.
“Oh shoot. There are two customers waiting in front of the store.”
“Okay, give me a few minutes to get this guy up to the flat and you can open up. I’ll settle him and try to get some answers. His name.”
“You’re gonna owe me,” Ambar snapped. “One of the customers is Brian Gibson. I swear if he tries to touch my arse again I’m gonna deck him using every ounce of my strength. I won’t care about holes in the walls or his head or anything else. Do you hear me?”
“Shrew, they can probably hear you on the other side of the world,” the stranger said.
The car braked so abruptly Rohan hit his head on the seat in front. The man grunted when his cock slammed into Rohan’s hip.
“I hope that hurt,” Ambar said sweetly. “Bro, you owe me.” The driver’s door opened and closed.
Rohan pushed aside the blanket and shoved off the stranger. His face flamed. Hell, his entire body shimmered with heat and a blind man would notice his erection. Ambar wasn’t sight-impaired.
The rear door opened, and Ambar scrutinized them. Thankfully she didn’t comment on their appearance. “Do you need help?”
“Just get the door for us. I’ll help him up the stairs to the flat. As soon as he’s settled, I’ll come to help you in the store. You have my permission to hit Brian if he gets out of hand.”
“Pretty,” the stranger said.
Rohan hid the surge of disappointment behind a stoic face. That would be right. Half the men he met had the hots for his sister. Why should this one be any different? Someone had drugged him and maybe worse. No wonder he had an addled head. The kiss meant nothing. Sighing, Rohan turned to find the man staring at him, not Ambar.
Ambar’s eyes narrowed. She made a tiny noise at the back of her throat that could mean anything and stomped over to the door leading to their flat above the store. Her expression told Rohan their talk would come before the day ended. He climbed from the car and leaned back inside to grasp the other man.
“I can do it,” the man said.
Rohan suppressed a smile at the snappy tone. It reminded him of a determined child, intent on testing his skills.
“Don’t be long,” Ambar called, disappearing inside.
Rohan watched the stranger, ready to grab him if he faltered. After long seconds, the man stood beside him. He wavered from side to side, resembling a sailor walking on land after a long sea voyage.
“How are you feeling?” Rohan asked. “What’s your name? I’m Rohan Patel and that was my sister Ambar.”
In the distance, he heard the roar of a lion, followed by the screech of primates. The familiar sounds, coming from the nearby Auckland Zoo, calmed the angst residing in his gut.
The stranger tensed, his head jerked and he turned to face the direction of the disturbance. The lion roared again.
“Easy,” Rohan said. “It’s the lions. The zoo isn’t far from here.” Not that Rohan blamed the man for his unease. Difficult not to feel anxiety, given the circumstances.
“Sister.” A grin transformed the man’s countenance as he turned his attention back on Rohan. “That’s good to know. I thought you might have been married.”
“No,” Rohan said, holding back the surge of relief. “I wouldn’t have kissed you if I was with anyone else.” No sense getting ahead of himself. They knew nothing of this man, apart from his shifter status. They might go up in flames when they touched each other but that didn’t mean they were compatible. “You didn’t tell me your name.”
“My name is…” The male trailed off, his brow furrowing in consternation. “My name is…” He wobbled and Rohan’s arm shot out, slipping around his waist to steady him. “I don’t know my name.” A trace of panic coated his words, echoing in his stricken expression.
“It’s all right,” Rohan soothed. Another layer to the puzzle. Maybe he’d hit his head and that had something to do with his memory problems. Although when they’d kissed, Rohan had noticed the faint sickly sweetness present when someone took drugs. Something else to check on… “Do you know where you come from? How you ended up in the hospital?”
The man’s frown intensified. “I…I don’t know. I can’t remember anything.”
They stepped inside. Rohan closed the door after them, turning the lock to make sure no one else could enter without a key.
“Don’t worry.” Rohan helped the man up the stairs, taking most of his weight by the time they reached Rohan’s bedroom. He helped the man sit and bent to remove his dirty shoes. It took a bit for him to tug them off and
he noticed two huge blisters on the man’s heels. “Where did you get the clothes?”
The man shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“Stand and let me help you undress. Then you can have something to eat and a sleep.”
“Not hungry,” the man said.
“Okay.” Rohan wished they were already in Middlemarch with the services of the doctor. He could have called on the services of the local shapeshifter doctor, but he only wanted to do that as a last resort because neither he nor Ambar liked the man’s nosiness. They’d have to play it by ear and hope for the best. With only half his mind on the task, it took Rohan a while to notice the familiar scent. He froze when the smell registered and pressed his nose to the man’s chest. He hadn’t noticed it earlier because he’d been too busy kissing the stranger and while in the hospital they’d had one eye on the door the entire time in case medical staff turned up. He wrinkled his noise and sniffed again. Yeah, no doubt about it.
The zoo.
“I know that smell. You’ve been at the zoo.” He took a closer look at the clothes and realized they didn’t fit properly. The T-shirt swamped the man’s chest while the faded black jeans barely buttoned. “Or maybe the clothes have been at the zoo.”
“Rohan!” Ambar hollered.
“Can you undress yourself?”
“I’d rather you did it,” the man said in a smoky voice.
Rohan’s gaze shot to his face. The heat in the stranger’s eyes sent blood roaring to his groin. The blood had scarcely drained after their car journey. Damn, he didn’t need this now.
“Rohan!”
“I have to go. I’ll be back as soon as I can. The bathroom is two doors down. Don’t come down to the store because the locals gossip. We need to keep your presence a secret. Okay?” Rohan waited until the man nodded in acquiescence.
Rohan strode from his bedroom, fighting the urge to strip off his clothes and climb into bed with the stranger. At least the man’s presence took one worry off his shoulders—when to tell Ambar about his sexual preference for males. If she hadn’t guessed after the display in the car, she’d learn quickly enough.
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