Chapter 21
AIDEN
Knight shifted positions on the sofa, stretching out with a groan while I finished rinsing our dinner dishes. The man had gotten jumped two days ago, was bruised all to hell, and what did he do?
He made me dinner. Because of course he did.
At least my casserole had covered his first day of recovery. Not that he’d recovered much then, either, insisting on that parole meeting. Thankfully, his boss had taken one look at him and sent him home.
I dried my hands. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I wish everyone would stop asking me that.”
I smiled. “You might have better luck with that when your face isn’t sporting black-and-blue highlights.”
“Ha. Good one.”
He rubbed his fingers gingerly over the bruise on his jaw. He’d have a solid week before the marks faded, but they would fade. He was lucky it hadn’t been worse.
I tossed the dish towel on the counter and came into the room. “How about you let me check you out?”
“You can check me out anytime, Doc.” He waggled his eyebrows.
I snorted. “Okay, can you sit up?”
“I can do you one better.” He pushed himself upright and stood. “See? Fully functional.”
“Uh-huh.” I reached for the hem of his T-shirt and lifted it up to check the bruising on his ribs. “How’s your pain?”
“I’m suffering, but it’s got nothing to do with the fight.”
“Huh?” I glanced up at him and caught his expression—eyes hot and intently focused on me—then glanced down at the rock-hard erection pressing against his jeans. “Oh. You know we shouldn’t…”
He groaned. “Come on, Aiden. I rode my bike today. If I can ride it, I can ride you.”
I sucked in a breath at the image that put in my head. There was no way, though. Knight’s body was still healing.
“C’mon, Angel,” he coaxed. “Kiss my boo-boos and make them all better.”
That startled a laugh out of me.
Knight drew his shirt up farther, tugging it over his head. If he could do that, he was moving pretty decently. I couldn’t resist leaning in to press my lips to his ribs.
He buried a hand in my hair. “Feels better already.”
I kissed down to his hip, sinking to my knees, and nuzzled into his lower navel before looking up at him. “Are you sure you’re up for this?”
“Baby, if I was any more up, my cock would break in two.”
I snorted a laugh. “Well, we can’t have that. My Hippocratic oath is to do no harm.”
“Exactly.” He grinned at me. “It’s your duty as my doctor to make me feel better.”
I stood up. “Okay, let’s take this to the bedroom so you can be comfortable. I want you to let me do all the work.”
He chuckled. “Well, if you insist…”
I nudged him toward the hall. “I do. No straining yourself or worrying about me, okay? This is all for you.”
He sent me a look over his shoulder, brow furrowed. Okay, maybe that had been too much. But I’d been off-balance ever since he stumbled into the house after that attack.
I didn’t like seeing him hurt. Didn’t like the way he tried to shrug it off like his pain didn’t matter.
He deserved care and comfort, but he wouldn’t ask for it.
I’d just have to show him, anyway.
Knight led me into his bedroom. His California King took up most of the floor space. He crossed the three feet between his bed and dresser and turned to face me expectantly.
I reached for his belt. “Let’s get you undressed and into bed.”
His mouth twisted. “This isn’t going to turn into some sort of bait and switch, is it?”
“Bait and switch?”
“Like, you put me to bed like an invalid and tell me to get some rest, leaving me with this boner?”
I laughed as I unbuckled his belt. “I wouldn’t do that to you. That’s just mean.”
“It really is,” he murmured.
I unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them over his hips. They dropped to his ankles. His knees were both bruised from hitting the pavement. I crouched down, kissing his tender flesh as I helped him step out of his pant legs.
Knight hooked his fingers in his black boxer briefs and shoved them to mid-thigh, his thick cock swaying forward. It was nearly as purple as his bruises, the head damp with precum. I leaned in, flicking my tongue over the tip.
“Fuck, yeah,” he whispered, grabbing a handful of my hair.
I drew back, even though it tugged my hair. “Nope. Bed first.”
He groaned. “I’m fine.”
I looked him up and down as I pulled his underwear off, leaving him only in crew socks. “You sure as fuck are. The finest man I’ve ever seen.”
He smirked. “Well, thanks for stroking my ego, even if you won’t stroke my fucking co—”
I surged up, cutting him off with a hard kiss. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, holding me close as our tongues slid together.
“Bed,” I murmured against his mouth as I gave him a little push.
He collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut, hissing a little at the jarring movement. He stopped arguing, though, and lay back on the bed, sighing with relief as he got settled. His cock was still hard, curving up toward his abs, but the rest of his body relaxed into the mattress.
Just how I wanted him.
I unbuttoned the pale blue dress shirt I’d worn to work, kicked off my shoes and dropped my pants. Knight watched through hooded eyes, one hand loosely fisting his shaft as I pushed tight blue briefs over my hips.
“Turn around,” he rasped.
I humored him, turning as I peeled the briefs down, exposing my ass as I bent to step out of them.
He groaned. “Fuck yeah. Hottest doctor ever.”
I took a moment to rid myself of my socks, then turned to him with a smile. “Okay, now, will you let me finish my examination of your injuries?”
“Angel, you can do anything you want to me.”
I removed his socks—because there was nothing sexy about wearing socks while you got frisky—and then climbed into the bed with him.
I started with his temple, placing the softest kiss against the bruising there. This was the bruise that had concerned me the most that first night. I’d watched him closely for signs of concussion, but he’d slept well and seemed lucid when he woke. No nausea or balance issues.
I shifted to his jaw, kissing a line to his mouth. His split lip was on the mend, but I’d busted it open with that hard kiss.
I tsked. “Why didn’t you tell me I was hurting you when we kissed?”
He reached up and dabbed at his lip. “Didn’t even notice, Angel. All I could focus on was you.”
I met his gaze, heart skipping at the intensity there. There was arousal, yes, but something more. Something I wasn’t ready to think about.
I dipped my head, pecking a small kiss to the right corner of his mouth, then the left, then just beside his injury. He huffed and pulled me down, tongue flicking at my lips, demanding a fuller kiss.
I pulled away, inching down his body and kissing each bruise or abrasion I came across.
“You’re killin’ me here,” he muttered as I bypassed his cock to press my lips to his outer thigh.
I sat back, satisfied that while he was bruised, he was healing up nicely. “We should be able to take off that bandage.”
“Do not even think of going back into doctor mode,” he warned. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll get to the blow job soon.”
“No,” he said, holding my gaze. “I want you to fuck my ass, Angel.”
My heart lurched even as a hot surge of arousal hit me. “Now? No, you’re too sore—”
“So you’ll be gentle,” he said.
“But…” I wet my dry mouth, my cock throbbing at the thought of entering him. Knight had a great ass. It would be tight and hot and—really selfish of me to enjoy right now.
“I want to feel you,” he said softly. “When my body aches, I want it to be because of you. Not…” He waved his hand toward his bruises. “Please? I promise I won’t break.”
But I might.
I swallowed hard. This was what Knight wanted, and selfish or not, I wanted it too. “Okay.”
His eyes lit up. “Yeah? Okay, then. How do you want me?”
I considered. “Roll onto your side.”
It would be easier on his body not to bend in half or support my weight. While Knight got comfortable, I grabbed the lube from his bedside table.
“How do we feel about condoms?” I asked.
“In general, or…?”
“I’m on PrEP, so I should be safe, but if you want me to wear one to—”
“Fuck no. Take me raw.”
My cock jerked. Fuck. I liked the sound of that. Still, I had to ask. “Are you sure? It doesn’t protect against everything.”
“I trust you,” he said.
I slid in behind him, pressing my lips between his shoulder blades. “Good. I trust you too.”
“Then let’s do this thing.”
I laughed a little as I opened the lube bottle with a quiet snick. “Working on it.”
I kissed across his shoulders and neck, using a little tongue and teeth to make him shiver. Goosebumps rose on his skin.
He pushed his ass toward me. “Work faster. I can handle you.”
“Stop being bossy.”
“Topping from the bottom, remember?”
“Control-freak doctor, remember?” I teased. “I’m going at my pace or it’s not happening.”
He growled a little in annoyance, but he stopped arguing.
I poured some lube over my fingers and rubbed them together. Then I slid down to part his ass cheeks and gently circle his rim.
“Feels good,” he murmured. “But I like it to hurt a little, so—”
I shoved two fingers inside to shut him up. He sucked in a sharp breath. “Fuck!”
“What were you saying?”
He groaned as I crooked my fingers to rub his prostate. I withdrew my fingers, then slid them back in—deeper—but still angled to stimulate his bundle of nerves inside.
“Fuck, Angel,” he muttered. “You’re good at this. God, don’t stop.”
“There are perks to fucking a doctor,” I said with a smile.
“Are you as good with your dick?”
“I am.”
“Then fucking get it in me before I blow from your fingers,” he said.
I rolled my eyes. I could make Knight melt into a puddle of goo in bed, but I couldn’t take all the toppiness out of him. I withdrew my fingers and slapped his ass.
He jerked. “What was that for?”
“You’re a real brat as a bottom, you know that?”
He laughed, then groaned in pain. “Don’t make me laugh right now.”
“Oh, you think that hurts? Just wait until I’m fucking you.” I paused. “Last chance to change your mind. I could finish you with my fingers.”