“MORE BANDAGES,” THEO murmured, shaking his head as I finished taping up his forearm. He’d definitely have a scar from where the fucker had taken out his tracker, a much longer one than the small cut Theo made when he’d done the same thing weeks ago. How had the guy even known about the tracker? Perhaps this was an inside job, someone within the Libertines feeding information to his hired hitmen.
“I’m almost done,” I said as I squeezed out some antibiotic ointment and carefully applied it to his wrists. No permanent damage there, just raw, angry skin that needed to time to heal. After wrapping bandages around both wrists, I stepped back from the bathroom counter and ran my eyes over him again, looking for any wounds I may have missed.
“I look like a mummy, don’t I?” He reached up to touch the bandage on his forehead and groaned.
“A very sexy mummy.”
“You’re a terrible liar.” A smirk curved his full lips as he lowered himself from the counter to stand. I could see the way he tried to hide the wince that briefly crossed his face as he straightened, and I moved in close, wrapping my arms around him to hold his weight if he needed me to.
And, selfishly, because I couldn’t bear the thought of being close and not touching him.
“I’d never lie to you.” I pressed a kiss to the side of his neck and held him as he slid his hands around my waist. In the mirror, I could see the smooth expanse of his back, which sported only faint bruises, unlike the rest of him. Theo’s breaths were slow and steady, and I knew he had to be exhausted. Adrenaline was still riding me, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to sleep at all, but his body had taken a brutal beating and he needed rest.
I swept him up in my arms, and he let out a surprised curse as I carried him into my bedroom.
Correction:ourbedroom.
“What the hell? My legs aren’t broken, you know.”
“You’re tired.”
“So are you.”
“Just go with it.”
“Like I have a choice,” he said, but he was grinning as I gently set him on the bed. As he lay there, he reached for the towel at his waist and pulled it open. “Oops. You forgot something.”
His gorgeous cock was on full display, but I forced myself to look away and reached down to pull the towel away instead.
Theo’s hand covered mine. “I didn’t mean the towel.”
“Theo…”
“Shep.” He moved our hands to rest on top of his dick, and it jerked under my touch.
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “Your body needs to rest tonight. You’re hurt.”
“Are you really trying to tell me what I can and can’t do? Maybe you’ve forgotten how I react to being ordered around.” His fingers tightened on mine, giving his growing erection a squeeze and causing him to moan—and not in anI’m in painway.
“And you must’ve forgotten I’m not one of your minions.”
“I definitely haven’t forgotten that. But after everything I’ve gone through, I feel like I deserve this.”
“You think so, do you?” I swiped my thumb over the head of his shaft, and Theo nodded.
“Oui. It’ll help me relax, and you’re the one who said I need to rest.”
I took in a deep breath and when the distinct scent of his arousal hit my nose, I groaned. “Okay?—”
“Yesss—”
“—but you have to promise to just lie back and let me do the work.”
Theo’s grin was wide as he lifted his hand and slipped it with his other behind his head. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
“You’re incorrigible,” I said, and reached for my own towel, tossing it over the end of the bed. Then I climbed up on the mattress and stretched out beside him. “I mean it, Theo. If I think you’re hurting in any way, I’m going to stop.”
“The only thing that hurts right now is my di?—”
