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With the tie in my hand, I stepped into Theo’s personal space. Not surprisingly, he backed up. We continued the little dance until his back hit the wall and he had nowhere to go. When he tried to push past me, I grabbed his wrists and pinned them next to his head.
“I’m here. I know what you did to yourself, and I know I’m the cause of it, but guess what? You don’t get to cut the painIcaused you away anymore. Whatever you were trying to get out by watching blood stream down your arm didn’t do shit, did it?”
Theo began to struggle in earnest, but I used my bigger body to keep him pinned to the wall.
“Let go!” he snarled, but he kept his voice down. He could have screamed for Ford or Cam anytime he wanted, but the fact that he didn’t told me he needed this. He needed it as badly as I did.
“Why did you cut yourself, Theo?” I demanded.
“Fuck you,” he snapped in response.
“What did I do to hurt you?” I forced myself to keep the question hard even though deep down I wanted to plead with him to answer it.
“It had nothing to do with you!”
“What did I do to hurt you?” I repeated, softening my voice because I could see the despair in his eyes. His body was still fighting me but those same emotions that had made him draw that razor over his skin were welling to the surface like the pressure of a volcano about to blow.
“Fuck you, Lincoln. You don’t know shit. You can’t hurt me because I don’t give a shit about you! Jesus, did you actually think our talk this afternoon meant anything?” he sneered.
His desperation tore at my heart. He’d actually stopped struggling completely but I continued to keep my body against his and his wrists pinned. What little skin I was touching was so fucking cold.
“What did I do to hurt you, sweetheart?” I asked. I couldn’t stop myself from skimming my lips over his temple.
Theo jerked his head back and forth. Even though he wasn’t struggling anymore, his body was shaking violently. He needed his fix. He needed pain to quell the words his brain wouldn’t allow him to say.
“Theo, please,” I whispered as I pressed my forehead against his.
“You left,” he responded so softly I almost didn’t hear him. “I… I thought this afternoon at the stream…” Theo shook his head. “I told you things and then you were gone and with somebody else and I told myself I didn’t give a shit, but then I opened your door to leave the cake and your bed was empty and the fucking hair tie wasn’t enough—”
I dipped my head and captured his mouth with mine before he could say another word. The second he’d said “somebody else,” I’d understood. He’d thought I’d been with another guy.
Theo whimpered as my tongue slid against his in silent greeting. I fully expected him to push me away when he tugged his wrists free of my hold but instead, he twined his arms around my neck.
Then he was kissing me back and all thoughts of finishing the conversation we’d started flew out the window.
CHAPTERTWELVE
THEO
It had to be a dream.
It justhadto.
But I knew it wasn’t because even in my dreams, none of Lincoln’s kisses felt like this.
He didn’t just kiss me. He consumed me. He owned me.
Only it wasn’t enough. I didn’t hesitate to return the kiss just like I didn’t hesitate to take control of it a moment later. Lincoln’s groan just sent me higher, and my cock felt like it was going to bust out of my pants. But the need to get closer to Lincoln, to feel that heat and strength that I’d gone so many years without, had me circling my arms around his neck instead. I had to stand on the tips of my toes so that my mouth was aligned with his and I could maintain control of the kiss. Lincoln solved the problem for me by setting his hands on my ass and lifting me.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered gruffly before his mouth was back on mine and he took over the kiss. All I could do was hang on for the ride and follow wherever he led. My body felt hot and needy all over. It was like whatever Lincoln was doing was too much and not enough at the same time.
I didn’t even realize we were moving until I heard a loud thump and then felt my back meet my bed. I still had my legs wrapped around Lincoln’s waist, but as his weight pressed me into the mattress, I couldn’t grind my hips against his in an effort to give my dick some relief.
Lincoln’s kisses slowed and then stopped altogether. “God, Theo, you are so fucking beautiful.”
Tears stung the backs of my eyes because I knew he was telling me the truth. Even if I weren’t able to hear it in his voice, I could see it in his eyes, feel it when he ran his fingers down my arm, taste it in every soft kiss he bestowed upon me.
“I wasn’t with anyone tonight,” Lincoln said. “But after I saw a patient, Ididgo to a bar a few towns over with the intention of hooking up with someone.”
