Micki: I’ll wait for you at the MC with Cruz.
My knee bounced as I considered what I wanted to text. I wanted to tell her that I wanted her on my mouth, riding my face the way she rode her bike, and with myhands on the smooth curves of her ass. I wanted these fucking bruised ribs to heal because I didn’t want to wait six hours to be with her. Fuck waiting six weeks.
Instead of graphically describing the way I wanted to fuck her, I typed,Rizz: In bed?
Micki: I want to be.
Heat slipped through my veins, and my pulse hit the redline. I was aware we wouldn’t be alone. Cruz was in her heart, and he’d gotten into my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about us all together. Riding two up was going to hit different once we were all in one bed, not to sleep which we’d already been doing. But Cruz and I—together—with McKelle, both of us riding her, because I had no doubt that’s where we were headed.
I’d never had anything this good in my life. I’d rather have them for some time, even if it ends up not being a long time.
Rizz: I want to be there.
I took a breath and went all in.
Rizz: With both of you.
I waited for her to reply. After a moment, dots filled the bubble.
Micki: Tell your pervy PO this is mine now.
Then she inserted an eggplant emoji. I chuckled and poised my thumb to type out a reply.
“Ryatt?”
I lifted my gaze to the medical assistant calling my name. I stood, stuffed the phone into my pocket and followed her into the exam room.
She held a file in her hand. “I have you here for a screening, but you should have the nurse look at those bruises. How long have you had them?”
“I’m good. I’ve seen a doctor.” Not technically, but Levi was close enough. She stitched up Hellers. That was good enough for me.
Twenty minutes later, they had my sexual history, blood and urine samples, and the nurse had thoroughly examined my junk for sores and lesions. It was the one place the Kings hadn’t damaged.
When I walked out of the back area, Levi waited in the waiting room with Rosie on her shoulder.
“Sorry. It took a little longer than I expected.” I picked up the baby carrier, and escorted Levi out of the clinic.
“I’m your Uber for the day.” She lifted her face, squinted against the bright sunshine, and smiled at me. “We’re not on a schedule. But she is. I’ll feed her while you’re in with your probation officer.”
I opened the rear car door, put the carrier on the base, and Levi strapped Rosie into her car seat. “Do you want to hit a drive-thru and grab some lunch?”
She nodded and climbed behind the wheel. Once we picked up burgers, fries, and sodas, she drove to Ted’s office and parked out front.
“I don’t know how long I’ll be.” My throat constricted as I stared at the professional building. “It’s usually not more than a few minutes.” Long enough for Ted to lord over me and check out my dick.
Levi stuffed a fry into her mouth. “We’re fine.”
I’d eat after my check-in. My guts were too twisted. “If you need to leave, just text me.”
She licked salt from her fingers and pulled out her phone. “Give me your new number.”
I couldn’t remember the number. I chuckled and pulled out my phone. Once we shared contact information, I pushed open the door.
“It’ll be okay, Ryatt. You haven’t done anything wrong.”
Not according to the terms of my probation. I’d missed check-ins, missed curfews, and associated with known criminals. Not by choice, but Kings hadn’t been concerned with the rules of my probation. As for Hellers, I wouldn’t call the guys criminals even though they blurred legal lines. Hellers had their own form of justice.
But even with my infractions, I’d been coming to Ted for more than three months without issues. That had to count for something.
