“Motherfucker!” I groaned when I inadvertently bumped my shoulder climbing up into the backseat of the SUV Chuck was driving.
“Language,” Sylas tsk’d as he steadied me and then reached over to carefully fasten my seat belt. “Is that comfortable?”
“Yeah. As comfortable as it’s going to get, I guess.” I said through a yawn. “I don’t know why I’m so tired.”
“It’s because of the anesthetic they gave you to remove the bullet,” Chuck offered from the driver’s seat. “Even though they didn’t knock you all the way out, it will still stay in your system for a couple of days.”
“Oh.” I probably should have said more, but another yawn overtook me. When Sylas climbed into the backseat with me, I sighed and leaned against his shoulder as he and Chuck discussed mundane details like drive time and picking up my prescriptions.
“Get some rest, Tiger,” Sylas murmured in my ear, his lips brushing over my cheek. “I’ve got you. You’re safe.”
“I know,” I agreed sleepily, pressing a kiss to the shoulder I was leaning against. “No one’s ever taken care of me like you do.” I nuzzled closer. “Love you.”
There was a brief silence, but I was too tired to realize what had caused it. Then Sylas leaned down to press a gentle kiss to my lips. “I love you, too, Paul.”
As warmth and contentment washed over me, I closed my eyes and let sleep pull me under.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Sylas
“I’m tired of resting!” Paul huffed with a scowl. “I’ve been asleep for two days.”
“That’san exaggeration,” I observed, biting back a grin at the pout on Paul’s lips. “I mean, granted, I’ve beentellingyou to sleep for two days but you’ve mostly read, played games on your phone, and watched tv.”
“Exactly!” Paul snapped as if I’d somehow agreed with him. “No sex at all.”
I had to swallow a laugh. “Tiger, you literally have a hole in your shoulder,” I reminded him. “I’m pretty sure that getting laid isn’t in the doctor’s treatment plan.”
“You don’t know that,” Paul groused, sticking his lip out further.
“Want me to call and ask?” I bluffed.
“Yes.” Paul crossed his arms defiantly as he called. “On speakerphone.”
Okay, he won that round.
“Paul,” I groaned, shaking my head. “I am not going to risk hurting you.” I narrowed my eyes at him.
“But I’m bored,” he whined.
A grown man whining like a spoiled brat shouldn’t be cute, but, well, it was my Omega and there really isn’t anything I didn’t like about him, so..
“Tell you what,” I cajoled, pulling him close for a hug. “Pick something else to do tonight and if you still want to tomorrow, I’ll get you off. Deal?”
Paul raised a brow. “I get to pickanything?”
I held back a groan. “Nothing sexual or dangerous or that requires leaving the house,” I specified.
“Fine,” Paul agreed with a smirk, stepping out of my embrace and walking over to settle into his usual spot in the corner of the couch. “Come talk to me.”
Really? After all that fuss he just wanted to talk? Suspicion started to weave through me as I followed him to the sofa. “Okay. What about?”
“Tell me all aboutyou,” he said with a grin.
Well, crap.
“Um.” I frowned at him, trying to figure out where to start.
