I grinned. “I don’t need to be pissed to be freaky horny.”
“Yeah, but you’re freakier when you are.”
“Are you saying you purposely rile me up in order to get me freaky horny?”
“I would never say that... out loud.”
I chuckled as I tugged on the waistband of his sweats, sliding my hand inside and wrapping it around his already hard cock. “Just how freaky do you want me to be?”
“I do love fucking your ass.”
“Then fuck my ass.” I squeezed him gently before kneeling in front of him and sliding his sweats down his legs. “But after I have a little protein.”
I wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock before running my tongue up his length, but before I could have any fun, I was lifted off the floor and carried back to our room.
“Hey, I was promised protein,” I protested.
“Oh, you’re gonna get a shit load of protein,” he said, setting me on my feet, but before things could get interesting, morning sickness reared its ugly head.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry,” I rasped, and made a run for the bathroom.
As my head was in the toilet, I felt my hair gently pulled back and secured in a scrunchy. “I’ll get you some pop and saltines, sweetness. Hang in there.”
Once I felt like I could stand up, I washed my face and brushed my teeth, then walked back into our bedroom. Doc had set out saltines and Sprite on the nightstand, but he wasn’t in the room, so I pulled on some clothes and went to find him. He was pacing the living room, phone to his ear.
“When?” he demanded, hand to his forehead, rubbing it like he was warding off a headache. “Jesus, Alamo, first Doozer, now Sweet Pea? Why the fuck did no one call us when it happened? Yeah. I think we’re gonna need to head out to Portland. You good to hold down the fort? Okay, brother, Liv and I’ll fly out tomorrow.” He paused in his pacing. “Sure. No problem. Okay, we’ll talk tomorrow. Bye.”
“Why are we going to Portland?” I asked as I made my way into the living room.
“Sweet Pea had a near fatal wreck on his bike.”
“Oh my god,” I said, unable to control my tears as Doc slid his phone into his pocket. “What happened?”
He closed the distance between us and wrapped his arms around me. “Not sure of all of the particulars, but he was life-flighted to OHSU and it’s still touch and go. It all happened the night Doozer was killed. Apparently, not calling me immediately was an oversight.”
“But Sweet Pea’s alive, right?”
“Yeah, sweetness, he’s alive. Remember, he’s a giant and a fuckin’ Viking, they’re hard to kill.”
“Not funny, Tristan.”
He kissed my temple. “I can’t assess the extent of his recovery until I get eyes on him, sweetness, and I figured you’d want to come.”
“You figured correctly.” I met his eyes. “Does Minus want us in their business? I mean, we’re not part of the Burning Saints.”
“Yeah, but we’re Savannah, Liv. He’s Savannah. And he and I are tight.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Hey, Hatch. Yeah, man, Alamo filled me in. Yeah, keep me posted. Thanks, brother.”
“God, this is such a mess,” I said. “Poor Minus.”
Doc’s phone buzzed again and he glanced at the screen. “Speak of the devil. Hey, Minus. Yeah, brother, Hatch filled me in. I can walk Gina down the rehab line. I’ll email her the equipment list and then check out her space. Surprisingly, it doesn’t take long to set up, it just takes money.” He nodded. “Yeah, I figured. Okay. We’re catchin’ the first flight out tomorrow. Nah, we got it, brother. Okay. We’ll see you soon.” He hung up and slid his phone back into his pocket. “You feel up to booking the flights?”
I chuckled. “Yeah, honey, I can do that.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Better.”
“Did you eat those saltines?”
