Sebastian’s eyes flutter open and focus on the nurse at the door. “You’re an idiot, Jack,” he says, righting himself.
“An idiot who spent all night keeping your ass company,” I remind him.
“Thank you,” he says. “For everything. Aside from the whole seizure thing, I had a blast. We’ll have to do it again sometime.”
“Definitely,” I say, echoing his earlier sentiments as I get to my feet. “If you need a lift home tomorrow or anything, give me a call,” I say. “Your phone, clothes, and my card are in the bag there,” I say, gesturing to my satchel.
“I will,” says Sebastian.
Leaning over, I place a kiss on his forehead, and ruff up his perfect hair. “Good night, sexy. Hear from you later, then.”
Sebastian beams as I walk by the nurse and offers me a cheeky wave.
Taking the elevator back down to the ground floor, I head for my bike, only to find a damn ticket stuck to my windshield. “Motherfucker,” I breathe, but I’m not the least bit annoyed. Fighting the law is my default position, but right now, I couldn’t care less about a damn parking fine.
Spending the entire night with Sebastian was everything. The whole world suddenly feels different. Like possibilities, paths, and an entirely new level of happiness that wasn’t available to me before, now shine bright and clear toward a future I couldn’t possibly have dreamed of, like the beams of a lighthouse in the darkest and most treacherous of nights to guide lost ships at sea safely home…
Chapter Fourteen
Sebastian
Having been given the “all clear” by the hospital and discharged, I leave none the wiser as to my sudden and unexplained, orgasm-induced seizure. Unless I suffer another seizure, they can’t formally diagnose me with anything. For now, they’re deeming it a rare and unlikely event. And I’m free as a bird to go on living my life until such time treatment is deemed necessary.
Gripping Jackson’s waist, we zip through the streets of Los Angeles, the city of lost angels. A more befitting name for our home, I couldn’t imagine. On the back of my boyfriend’s Harley, I feel as if I have wings. It’s a rush I’ve never experienced, but I am fucking loving it and could see myself getting used to it. It’s exactly what Jack said. Riding is freedom, and now I’ve had a taste? It feels as though I’ll never have my fill.
Soon, we pull up to the apartment building I call home. The Harley rumbles beautifully, purring to sleep as Jackson turns off the ignition, and we dismount.
“That was fucking wild,” I say as I remove my helmet.
“I told you it was sweet.”
“I might have to get one of these bad boys for myself.”
Jackon smirks. “I’m a Nomad, baby. I ride alone.”
“That’s cool,” I respond. “I think I’d prefer to ride alone too.”
“So, we’ll be riding alone together, then?” says Jack, cocking a brow.
“Them’s your words,” I say, smacking him on the ass as I dance out of his reach. “Want to see my place?”
Jackson glances down at his watch.
“Got somewhere better to be than this ass?” I ask, giving him the look.
Jackson swings his keys around his finger before pocketing them. “You’re so fucked,” he says, stalking toward me.
I grin. “That’s what I’m hoping.”
As we enter the complex, Jackson glances at the buttons in the elevator, then raises his gaze to mine. “You’re in the fucking penthouse, aren’t you, brat?”
“Damn straight. Best views in the city. Plus, I love jacking off at the window with everyone beneath my cock.”
Jackson slams the top floor button, and the doors close behind him. In the next instant he shoves me against the wall, his weight trapping me as his one hand grabs a fistful of my hair, and the other slips down the front of my tailored trousers.
I moan into his mouth as our lips crush against one another.
His mouth opens to me, and he stakes his claim, aggressively kissing me as he begins to stroke my cock. Then his teeth are at my throat. He nips, grazing my flesh with his teeth, sucking on the skin hard, forcing my blood to the surface and leaving me with a love bite—marking his territory like a baser beast.