Nene.
She nicknamed me. I feel special. Happy to watch her do her thing.
“Wash my cock and balls good, they’ll need to be clean for you and that ass.”
She exhales through her nose. Mutters something in Spanish I don’t catch and keeps working. I don’t miss the corner of her mouth curving upward. Yeah, I got this Latina. She’s mine and Massi’s now.
I look from her to him. He’s awake, watching us.
“’Sup, bro. You look like dog shit.”
He sits up, clears his throat. Looking too damn serious.
“Ay carajo!” She pops me on my wrist. I jump, rub the sting, and look at her. “Stop being mean to your brother. He’s been worried for you. Sits in that chair for hours like a zombie.”
I look from her to him again. A smirk cracks his face, but not in his eyes. They are still glued to me. Worried.
“How long have I been out?”
Mas frowns and then looks at her. I do the same.
“You’ve been awake here and there, but the medication makes you not remember.”
She raises her voice, like I’m deaf. Her face is now inches from mine as she pulls on my eyelid and flashes a light across it. It’s too fucking bright.
I rip my head away. She just follows. Grabs my jaw and holds my face in place like I belong to her. Those DSLs are inches from mine. I’d lean forward and kiss her if I thought I could get away with it.
“Hold still, Nene.”
Her breath warms my lower face, and my cock jumps to life. Thank fuck it’s not broken like everything else of mine seems to be. She flashes that fucking pen thing. I wrestle in her grip.
“Pupils are good. Concussion is gone. You are conscious enough to be a problem.”
“If I’m the problem,” I say, eyes on her mouth. “You’re the reason.”
Her lashes lower for a second. As if my flirting is working. She clicks the light off and slides it into her pocket. Her knuckles graze my stubble. Electricity crawls down my skin and sets up camp at the base of my balls.
“Pain from one to ten.”
I let my grin climb slowly.
“Ten when you walk away. Four when you touch me. Zero if you sit on me.”
A soft snort, the hint of a smile she tries to kill.
“I take that as no pain.” She lifts a cup and angles the straw at my mouth. “Small sips. No hero moves.”
I take it slow, throat working on purpose. Her eyes drop to my mouth and stay. I lick the last drop and watch her inhale.
“Good boy.”
Her condescending praise slides over me. Like warm fucking brownies with cold milk. I want her to say that while I fuck her hard from underneath. Shove my cock up that pussy so hard, she cusses in Spanish.
“Do you remember what happened, Em?” Mas asks, his voice as bad as mine. He shifts in his chair. Gaze bounces between my face and her ass. Can’t blame him. She’s hot. That bossy sass and accent do things to me.
“I fell asleep, and then you were gone and . . .” he scrapes out what he can. Leaves the rest in the air. He’s wrecked and wired.
She stands beside the bed, looking at the machines around me.
