Keeland didn’t want to take the guy’s helmet off until he knew whether there was a neck injury or not. But he was glad that the man was smart enough to follow the law and wear the damn thing. It had probably kept him from suffering massive head trauma.
Keeland carefully checked the rest of the man’s body, giving a cursory examination. There didn’t seem to be any broken bones, at least not on the side that Keeland could reach. The side under the motorcycle would have to wait until either the man woke up or medical personnel could arrive.
Keeland was also mildly surprised at how well formed the man was. He was tall, much taller than Keeland’s own five foot five inches, and he seemed to be rather well built. As Keeland traced over his body, looking for injuries of course, he could feel the massive muscles under his hands, and there were a lot of them.
Keeland stopped examining the man and quickly glanced up when he heard a small moan. He leaned up closer to the man’s face. It was kind of hard to make out his features since the man was wearing a helmet with a dark face shield.
“Mister, can you hear me?”
The man’s incredibly luscious lips moved. Keeland tried to ignore how gorgeous they were as he bent closer to hear what the man was trying to say.
“Dom,” the man murmured.
“Dom?” Keeland asked as he sat back. “Your name is Dom?”
The man’s head moved a fraction of an inch as if he was trying to nod. Keeland quickly reached down and put his hand on top of the helmet, stopping him from moving.
“My name is Keeland Fagon, Dom. You’ve crashed your bike. Try not to move.”
“Didn’t crash.” Unbelievably, the man chuckled. “Some idiot was in the middle of the road. I had to swerve to miss hitting him.”
“Hey!” Keeland snapped. “I’m that idiot and unless you want me to leave you stuck under your bike, then stop with the name calling.”
Another deep, rumbling chuckle rose from the man’s chest, exiting through those luscious lips. “You shouldn’t stand in the middle of the road if you don’t want to get called an idiot.”
“I was not standing in the middle of the road. I was crossing it. If you hadn’t been driving so damn fast, you might have been able to stop before hitting me.”
“I didn’t hit you.” Surprisingly, the man’s voice was getting stronger with each word he spoke. Hopefully, that meant he wasn’t injured too badly. “I drove around you.”
Keeland snorted, which seemed to amuse the man to no end. His deep chuckling continued as he reached down and leveraged his hands against the motorcycle and pushed. A moment later, the man slid out from under the bike.
He scooted back far enough to let the motorcycle lie back on the ground and then reached up to pull his helmet off. When the man’s fingers seemed to tangle in the chin straps, Keeland reached over and unbuckled them and then helped pull the helmet off. He set the helmet on the ground and turned back to look at the man he knew, logically, had probably saved his life by crashing his bike.
Keeland’s breath caught in his throat as the most beautiful crystal-blue eyes he had ever seen stared back at him. Damn, it was like looking directly into the deepest part of the Mediterranean Sea. Keeland felt as if he were drowning.
“So, do you always stand out into the middle of the road?”
Keeland frowned. “No, of course not. And I told you, I was crossing the road, not standing in the middle of it.”
A curious smirk curved up the corner of Dom’s lips. “You’re pretty damn cute when you get riled, do you know that?”
Keeland gaped. The man had just crashed his bike and knocked himself out, and now he was flirting.
“Did you hit your head?” He’d better look him over, because Dom certainly wasn’t making any sense.
“No, I don’t believe so.” Dom’s lips curved up even more as he shook his head. “But maybe you should check just to be sure.”
Keeland could see the teasing light in the man’s blue eyes and didn’t trust it. On the other hand, he couldn’t very well not check for a head injury. As vexed as he was with the stranger, he knew the man had saved his life by crashing his bike instead of smashing into him.
Keeland scooted closer to the man and then went up onto his knees. “Lean your head forward and let me take a look.”
“You’d better come over here.” Dom gestured to the spot between his legs. “I’m not sure I can bend all of the way over there.”
Keeland narrowed his eyes. Dom was up to something. He could tell. There was way too much amusement in his eyes. Still… Keeland scooted over to kneel on the ground between the man’s muscular jean-clad legs.
He leaned up to his full height, because he had to, and tilted the man’s head forward. Dom’s head rested just below Keeland’s shoulder, his hands gripping Keeland’s hips.
Keeland tried to ignore Dom’s touch as he searched through the man’s shoulder-length dark hair, looking for any sign of injury. It wasn’t easy. It had been a really long time since another man held on to him, and none of them had ever looked like Dom.
