Chapter 29
Nate
"Mr. Hayes? You're free to go." The nurse walked into my room the next morning with some of my clothes folded up in her hand. "Your friend Mikey is outside the room. You want me to tell him that you're not seeing people?"
"No. Let him in." I got up and pulled the gown off as she yelped and turned, walking to the door while cursing me.
I chuckled and walked over to my clothes.
"Okay. Thanks, ma'am." Mikey walked in and turned his back to me. "You fucker. How did I know you'd be wanting to wag your cock and make us all jealous? Sick ass."
"You missed me. It's obvious." I pulled my jeans over my legs and buttoned them. "You alone?"
"Yeah." He turned around, squinting. "Is it safe?"
"Only threat is jealousy." I picked up my shirt and pulled it over my head as the smell of Jenna's perfume filled my nose. I flinched and lifted an eyebrow as I glanced over toward Mikey. "Why does my shirt smell like Jenna?"
"Because she went with Erik to get you clothes a day or so ago. She held them clutched to her chest for most of the night." He glanced down. "You know I hate getting in your business-"
"Right. So don't." I brushed my hand over my nose and tried not to let the scent of her all over me drive me to the brink of insanity. I missed her so bad I felt like I had the fucking flu.
"Yeah, and I wouldn't if I didn't love you like a brother." He moved in front of me and gripped my shoulders. "You ain't never had nothing good in your life, Nate. Nothing. None of us, or a good woman. A mother that loved you. And finally this angel shows up, and because of shit that was out of her control, you dismiss her like she was a whore you paid money for."
"I'm not hearing this, Mikey. You weren't there. You didn't see the way I behaved. The things I said. The way I treated her."
"Word on the street is that she tied your ass up and rode you like a prized stallion."
"And you think that's the way a woman wants to be talked about?" I gripped his throat, striking at him like a viper. "She's a good woman. She deserves a man that never puts her in the position to have to do that shit."
He gripped my fingers and pulled. "What if she liked it, Nate? Some girls like rough sex. Ash did."
I released him and turned my back to him in search of my shoes. "Jenna isn't like other women. She's beautiful and kind. And don’t talk to me about Ashley again. I need to forget all that shit. You bringing it up ain’t helping."
"Alright.” He nodded. “But even if Jenna is sweet and kind, she’sstilla woman. She's strong and sexy. Bold as fuck. You're telling me on a wild night in the future the two of you might not have tied each other up and fucked half the night?"
I glanced over my shoulder. "She put you up to this shit?"
"No. She's out cold." He glanced down to his hands as my blood ran cold.
"What the fuck do you mean, out cold?"
"She and Erik found Ashley last night, at least that's what I'm assuming with the little bit that he's telling me."
"Where is Jenna?" I walked toward my oldest friend with a pleading in my voice that I knew I didn't need to explain.
"What do you care?" He took a step back.
"I'll fucking take you to the ground and whoop your ass like I did when we were kids, Mikey. Where is my girl?"
"Your girl?" The door opened a little wider behind Mikey and Erik leaned against it, looking like the cocky fucker he was. "I was thinking you threw her away. I was trying to be a gentleman, sweeping in and playing prince charming while you were tucked away, nursing your wounds."
"Stop dicking around with me." I gave them both a look that said I was going to find a blunt object and start fucking people up pretty soon.
"I told you where she was." Mikey turned and walked toward the door. "Come on. Get your shoes on and we'll take you home."
"Is Jenna at my place?"
"What? No." Erik smirked. "Why would she be at your place?"
