My gaze travels back to my little dove and I can’t help but feel a stab of guilt right along with something I’d callhumbled adoration,if I were inclined to describe it that way. This woman never ceases to amaze me with how incredible she is.
And as soon as I’m out of here, I’m going to show her exactly how much I appreciate her.
I owe my baby doveallthe orgasms.
“You been here long?” I ask as I turn back to the walking blasphemy. “Wouldn’t want to keep you from any pressing confessions or routine floggings.”
Pope gets to his feet with a sigh and walks over to the end of the bed. “Nice to see that psychotic nurse didn’t stab the sense of humor out of you.” Then he scrubs a hand over the scruff on his face, something the unholy man never sports before producing a Blow Pop from his pocket. “I’ve been here as long as you have, Bones.”
I frown and look out the window at the setting sun in order to try to hide how much that moves me, too.
Using my fake club name is one thing, something he and a few of the other guys have been doing ever since the party at The Dollhouse, but hanging out here, the shitty hospital in downtown Rolling Meadows while I recover is something else entirely.
“Don’t think about it too hard.” He yawns, stretching his arms above his head with a loudpop. “And don’t fight it, either. Kings don’t let each other go through shit alone, it’s what it means to be a part of the club. We have each other’s backs, wade through the bullshit and stick together, whether it’s life and death or not.” Then the bastard smirks as he unwraps the sucker and sticks it in his mouth. “Whether wewant toor not. You’ll get it, though. At some point this shit will make sense in your demented brain and when it does, we got a shiny new cut—a real one—ready for you, stupid nickname and all.”
Then the walking blasphemy grunts something about coffee and disappears into the hall.
Jesus. Hallucination Toby wasn’t kidding, was he?
“Mmm hey,” a sweet voice says from my left, and I turn to see my baby dove sitting up in her seat. “When did you wake up?”
“Just now.” My smile is back and it grows impossibly wider as Stevie gets to her feet and without hesitating, climbs onto the side of the bed and burrows into me. And I fucking sigh in relief as I wrap my arms around her the best I can.
I might not believe in heaven but having my girl pressed up against me, breathing in the scent of Christmas while she snuggles in close, this is the only heaven I need.
“We probably only have a few minutes.” Stevie presses a kiss to my throat and because I truly am all kinds of screwed up, my dick twitches when she does it again.
“So…” I look down as my girl tilts her head to look up at me. “Blowjob?”
Stevie giggles and rolls her eyes. “No, I meant until we get company.”
“Right. And since my dick hasn’t had any contact with you in far longer than he likes, a few minutes is all he’ll need to be very satisfied by a blowjob.”
“If I wasn’t so happy that you’re awake and acting like yourself, I’d be annoyed by that. But I am happy that you’re awake and nothing is going to change that. Not even how impossible you like to be.”
I reach out and push her cinnamon and honey hair from her eyes, searching those aquamarine pools and finding nothing but the truth. “I’m sorry you’ve been camped out here so long, baby. You could have—”
“No, no I couldn’t.” Stevie shakes her head. “I was not going to leave this room until I knew for sure you’d be leaving with me. Watching you, watching…” I cup her cheek as her eyes well with tears. “I almost lost you, Tor.”
“But you didn’t. You didn’t and you never will.” And as her mouth opens to speak, her pretty lips forming words I don’t need to hear because I know exactly what she’s going to say, I shake my head, dip my chin and press my lips to hers. Stevie melts into the kiss, melts intome, as her fingers slide up my chest until she’s gripping the side of my neck firmly. “I love you, baby dove.”
Then, she starts bawling.
And my dumbass starts to laugh. “Stevie, why—”
“I told you, y-you didn’t have to s-say it b-b-back.”
“I wanted to then and I want to now.” I chuckle and wipe the tears from her cheeks. “I love you, I mean it, and I’ll say it whenever I feel the urge, thanks.”
The smile she gives me, the look of pure joy that lights up Stevie’s entire face makes my heart flip in my chest, and when I kiss her again a little more deeply, ready to try my hand one more time at a blowjob, the door to my hospital room flies open.
“This guy can bes my dad,” James—Spider and Tate’s son—says with a very serious expression as he shows Prince a Venom action figure. “And this one can be…” He looks at his new friend, I’m assuming, with a frown as he hands him a Batman figure. “What do yous call him again?”
Prince takes the toy with a smile. “He’s pretty much my brother. Stevie is my sister and Kingy said since Victor and her is in love, he’s like our brother now, too.”
“Cool.” James smiles back. “Victa can bes Batman then. And all these guys in here”—he pats his little Star Wars backpack—“can bes the rest of my uncles cause they’re your uncles now, too.”
I watch the two little boys walk over to the bed before climbing up on the foot of it without even hesitating. James dumps a whole gaggle of plastic superheroes onto the sheet as they get situated and as they start very seriously deciding who’s who, my heart does that little flippy thing again.
