Lewis wasn’t sure what hurt worse, the cleaning, the shot to numb his cheek, or the pulling as the doctor stitched him up.
It didn’t matter how great a job Dr. Langstrom had done, there would be a reminder on Lewis’s face that he sucked at cutting grass. He still couldn’t believe he’d gotten hurt mowing the lawn.
“All done.” Dr. Langstrom smiled as he set aside his tools and removed his gloves. “Don’t get the stitches wet, and I want to see you back here in a week.”
Lewis’s head snapped toward the exam room door. He had no clue who was yelling for him.
One of Dr. Langstrom’s dark brows rose. “Friend of yours?”
Lewis shook his head. His heart thumped wildly as he thought of Grant, but Grant’s voice wasn’t that deep and gravely. “I have no idea who that is.”
“Wait here.” Dr. Langstrom left the exam room. Lewis hopped off the table and hurried to the door, his curiosity getting the better of him. When he peeked into the hallway, his brows shot up.
What was Mo doing there and why was he yelling for Lewis?
Dr. Langstrom said something to Mo, but Mo glared at the doctor. “I don’t give a shit. I want to see Lewis, now!”
Lewis ducked back into the room, pressing his hand over his pounding heart. This could not be happening. Why was Mo so worked up?
Dr. Langstrom and Mo began to argue, their voices carrying to the back room. Lewis bit his lip, wondering if he should go out there. Mo still scared him to death, but if Lewis didn’t see what he wanted, Dr. Langstrom was sure to call the cops. Lewis didn’t want that to happen, so he blew out a shaky breath and stepped into the hallway.
Mo’s gray-green eyes snapped to him seconds before he barreled toward Lewis. “How badly are you hurt?”
“I…what are you doing here?” Lewis wasn’t sure how Mo had found out about his accident or why he’d come to the clinic.
“Was it Grant?” Mo’s nostrils flared. “Did he come back and hurt you?”
Lewis wanted the floor to open up and swallow him. Dr. Langstrom gave Lewis a questioning glance. Lewis’s spine stiffened as anger boiled in his gut. He was already embarrassed about living with Grant’s abuse for so long. He didn’t need Mo putting his business out there in front of the doctor. “No, Grant didn’t come back. It was a stupid accident while I was cutting the grass.”
Mo deflated as his brows crinkled. “Did you just say the lawn mower hurt you?”
“Is it okay to leave you alone with him?” Dr. Langstrom asked, still glaring Mo’s way.
Mo turned toward the doctor. “What kind of question is that?”
“The kind of question that has me ready to put you out on your ass,” Dr. Langstrom snapped. “And if you don’t lower your voice, I just might.”
Mo blew out a breath as he ran a hand over his mohawk. “I was just worried.”
The doctor looked at Lewis.
“It’s okay.” Though Lewis wasn’t sure if it was. He didn’t know anything about Mo. Although they’d interacted a few times, and Mo seemed to genuinely care, he’d never flirted with Lewis or shown the least bit interested in anything beyond a strange sort of budding friendship.
“I’ll get your paperwork ready so I can discharge you.” Dr. Langstrom went back to the exam room Lewis had been in, leaving Lewis alone with Mo.
Lewis couldn’t think of a single thing to say, and Mo simply stood there staring at the hallway as if wiling the doctor to come back.
Lewis was starting to get the impression that Mo wasn’t really good at expressing himself—other than growling at people. He was definitely a dominating force, and from what Lewis had gathered, a man who always got his way.
Dr. Langstrom returned with his iPad and handed it over to Lewis for an electronic signature. Lewis was in his early thirties, and technology wasn’t foreign to him, but he was still amazed at how advanced things were becoming.
“I’ll print you off a prescription for painkillers,” Dr. Langstrom said. “Are you allergic to any medications?”
“Morphine and codeine,” Lewis answered. “And Percocet makes me nauseous. But I don’t need anything. I’ll just take some aspirin if the pain becomes too much.”
The doctor nodded and handed Lewis his business card. “I took the liberty of scheduling your follow-up. Your appointment date is on the back of the card.”
Lewis thanked him, pocketed the card, and headed for the door. Mo moved in front of him and held it open. “I’ll give you a ride home.”
Lewis had no clue what to think of Mo. He felt as though an attraction was there, but every time Lewis tried to strike up a conversation, Mo ran. “Okay. Thank you.”
Lewis slid into the passenger seat of Mo’s work truck as Mo got in on the other side.
“Are you sure you’re not in any pain?” Mo asked as he pulled away from the curb.
“I’ll be okay. I was cutting the grass and something shot out from the lawn mower.” The more Lewis repeated what had happened, the more foolish he felt for being such a rookie at cutting grass. Still, in his defense, he had been trying to prove he didn’t need Grant to accomplish simple tasks. Unfortunately, the task hadn’t turned out so simple.
Mo grunted, but Lewis suspected he was fighting a smile. “The next time you need your grass cut, call me.”
Lewis didn’t point out that he didn’t have Mo’s number. Even though Mo had a strange way of showing it, he felt as if the guy really cared. But Lewis wanted to do things on his own. Grant had clipped his wings in so many ways and Lewis was ready to grow them back.
When they pulled into Lewis’s driveway, Lewis had a strange impulse to invite Mo inside. Offering the man a cup of coffee was the least he could do after Mo had given him a ride. “Would you like to come inside for a cup of coffee?”
Mo shook his head, staring intently at the steering wheel as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. “I need to get back.”
For some odd reason, Mo’s rejection deflated Lewis. He climbed out of the work truck and said, “Thanks for the ride.”
Lewis waited for him to say more, and when Mo didn’t, he closed the passenger door. He took a step back when Mo reversed from the driveway, as if he couldn’t get away fast enough.
Mo was definitely one strange creature.
With a sigh, Lewis head to his front door. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw it was slightly ajar.
Mo’s nostrils flared as he looked at Lewis with untapped hunger. “I would tell you that now’s the time to back out, but I think we both know it’s too late for that.”
Before Lewis could reply—and no objection came to mind—Mo slanted his lips over Lewis’s, and Lewis drowned in Mo’s taste, his touch, his scent.
Mo picked him up, and Lewis wrapped his legs around the man’s waist, sliding his hands through Mo’s hair as he deposited Lewis on his chrome worktable. Mo’s beefy fingers dug into Lewis’s waist, pulling him impossibly closer as Lewis tried to suck Mo’s tongue down his throat.
Mo growled into his mouth, and it was the sexiest sound Lewis had ever heard. The vibration rattled him to his bones as Lewis pulled back long enough to yank his shirt over his head and throw it aside.
Their hands clashed as they went for each other’s jeans. The desperation mounted between them as Lewis finally got Mo’s belt loose and unsnapped his pants.
Mo grabbed Lewis’s wrists, holding them as he gave Lewis the sexiest, naughtiest, most sensual smile. The sides of his mouth curved as his eyelids became heavy-lidded.
He moved Lewis’s hands to his sides, and Lewis knew without Mo saying a word that he wanted him to keep them there. Lewis’s chest rose and fell in quick pants as he slid his tongue over his lower lip.
Mo pulled Lewis’s zipper down and yanked at his waistband. Lewis pushed himself up enough for Mo to slide the material down his legs. When the jeans pooled at his ankles, Mo, with his gaze locked on Lewis’s, lowered to his knees and removed Lewis’s shoes and socks. He set them aside before taking his jeans the rest of the way off.
The chrome was cold under his ass, but Lewis didn’t complain. It felt wonderful against his heated skin. He even shivered as Mo straightened and moved to stand between his legs.
It seemed their minds were on the same track, because Lewis had planned on seducing Mo after dinner. But it was apparent Mo was just as hungry for Lewis as Lewis was for him. The attraction between them had only grown stronger, and Lewis wanted Mo so badly his body ached with need.
Lewis’s breath hitched when Mo tweaked his nipples, rolling the hard flesh between his fingers. Lewis gasped and moaned and wiggled, but kept his hands at his sides.
Mo dipped his head and sucked a nipple between his moist lips. Lewis cried out, his head falling back as he arched his back, the feel of Mo’s beard scraping his skin sending ripples through Lewis’s body.
Mo lavished the nipple with his tongue, gently biting down on the tender flesh. Lewis’s hard cock lay against his stomach, and he felt pre-cum leaking down his belly, getting lost in the thatch of hair at his groin.
His body jerked as Mo began to kiss his chest. He moved lower, licking and nibbling at Lewis’s belly. When the tip of Mo’s tongue slid over the head of his cock, Lewis nearly came.
He leaned back on his elbows and watched with building anticipation. His hole clenched and his cock sprang forward, as if it had a mind of its own, seeking out Mo’s talented lips.
Lewis hissed when Mo licked at the pre-cum, cleaning up every last drop. When he was finished, he used his tongue to trace the fat vein that ran the underside of Lewis’s cock.
Lewis was being thoroughly tortured, and he loved it! He’d never had anyone worship his body like this before. He’d never ridden the edge of orgasm so fiercely.
Mo wasn’t rushing through the act like Grant had done. He was taking his sweet time. Lewis felt as if he'd explode at any second. His nerve endings were on fire. His head spun with lust as his gaze dropped to Mo's zipper.
The belt hung loose and the button was unfastened, but Lewis was still robbed of seeing what lay underneath.
He tried to reach for Mo’s pants, but Mo captured his hand, shook his head, and let Lewis go. Lewis put his hand back at his side, breathing so hard that he thought he'd pass out any second.
The room became too hot. His body too tight. Goose bumps scattered over his skin as he watched with bated breath as Mo took the head of Lewis’s shaft into his mouth.
Throwing his head back and hissing, Lewis hitched his hips upward, drawing one leg up and planting his foot on the cold table. Mo curled his hands over Lewis’s hips and held him still as Lewis’s cock sank deeper and deeper into Mo’s mouth.
Lewis’s erection throbbed heavily as Mo swallowed it whole. Then Mo began to hum.
“Shit!” Lewis shouted as his body pulsed with his release. It jerked as he yanked at Mo’s mohawk, strangling the strands between his fingers. Mo drank every drop of Lewis’s cum, his tongue lavishing the head as he slowly eased back.
Collapsing against the table, Lewis fought for air, fought not to pass out from the sheer magnitude of his release. As he lay there sweaty and spent, Mo pushed two wet fingers inside him.
Oh God! Lewis wasn’t sure he could get hard again, but Mo’s fingers were magical as they speared inside of him, fucking Lewis’s ass as if they were a dick.
Lewis writhed as he grabbed at the table, but his hands kept gliding over the smooth surface.
Mo pulled at Lewis’s balls, played with his soft cock, then bent and kissed around Lewis’s belly button as he pushed a third finger inside him.