Page 11 of Tell Me Lies: Manlove Edition

The administrator smiles politely. “I’m sorry, sir, but only relations and family can visit at this time. He’s still being monitored.”

I clear my throat. “I’m his partner,” I clarify. “Sebastian is my boyfriend.”

“Oh,” she says quickly, pursing her lips. “I’m sorry for the misunderstanding, sir. He’s on level two, room four of the Jonathon Herbert Ward.”

“Thanks,” I say, turning on my heel. God, that felt so strange to say aloud. But it’s true. Crenshaw is my bitch, baby. And I’m here to make sure he’s all right. Taking the elevator, I find Sebastian’s room in no time.

He’s in bed, hooked up to fluids, with a pulse monitor on his finger.

“Hey,” I say, as I knock on the open door.

“Hey,” says Sebastian, a smile lighting up his face. “I didn’t actually think you’d come.”

I frown, dropping my satchel on a nearby chair, and place my helmet on top. “I said I was coming, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but we just…”

“Just hooked up? Just made things official?” I ask.

“Yeah, that.”

“I always keep my word, Seb. If I say something, I follow through. And aside from being my boyfriend, you’re someone I respect, and have known for years—even if from afar. I wasn’t going to not check up on you. I mean, it’s kind of my fault you’re here in the first place.”

“How do you figure that?” says Sebastian.

“Have you forgotten that earth-shattering, brain-blitzing orgasm already?”

Sebastian cracks a grin and shakes his head. “No, no, I absolutely have not,” he admits. “Don’t know that I ever will.”

With my hands in my pockets, I wander closer to the bed. “But seriously, what’ve they said? Do they know what triggered the seizure? Are you epileptic?”

Sebastian shakes his head with a grimace. “It’s the first one I’ve ever had to my knowledge, and they say I seem fine, but they want to keep me under observation overnight, just in case it happens again.”

“You know, I’ve heard brutal orgasms can cause seizures. It’s really fucking rare, but it does happen.”

My boyfriend smirks. “Just my luck, huh? It must be God’s way of saying, ‘fuck you,’ right? Experience the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life and he’s like, ‘Nope. There’ll be none of that shit,’ so he smites me like a motherfucking cunt.”

“Well, if I believed in that sky fairy crap, it sounds just like the sort of shit he’d do,” I agree with a lopsided smile. “I mean, he got shitty that one time and wiped out all of humanity. Flooded fucking everything, apparently. Bitch seems easily triggered. Probably just sore cause he’s missing out on a good deep dicking.”

Sebastian cracks it at that and it’s fucking good to see him smile again.

Chapter Twelve

Sebastian

“You’re rough as fuck, Jack. I’ve always loved that about you. You’re the perfect counterbalance to me.”

“I never thought of it that way before,” Jack says honestly, sitting down on the bed beside me. “Up until tonight I’ve always viewed you as competition. As the total opposite of everything I am.”

“But that’s just it,” I interject, reaching for his hand. “Opposites attract, Jack. We always want what we don’t have. But together we can have the best of both worlds.”

“Are you certain you want this?”

“Us?”

“Yeah,” says Jack, his heavy brows furrowed.

“Yes, I want this. I’ve wanted this since I first laid eyes on you. Who wouldn’t want to fuck the big, burly, tattooed biker running the city’s premiere BDSM club?”

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