“Did I?” I couldn’t remember, but the thought of Vail inside me had my gut squirming. There wasn’t a sexier image in the world. I grinned. “Well, high me has the right idea.”
He tugged me in closer and I went, even as pain throbbed in my chest, and I kissed him gently. He whined and flinched but pressed his lips harder to mine. “This is a nice way to wake up,” he whispered, shoving his hips back so I edged deeper inside him. He groaned and so did I. “How are you feeling?”
I shook my head and laughed, stroking my finger down his sharp jawline to his delectable lips. He went to bite me, but I yanked my hand back before he could. I tapped him on the nose. “We’ll talk about that later. First, I want to fuck you, and then you can fuck me, and then we’ll talk about the marks on your mouth.”
He cocked his head, amusement dancing in his eyes. As he opened his lips to say something, I shushed him with a finger.
“No more bullshitting. Let me fuck you?”
He sucked the tip of my finger into his mouth and moaned around it, nodding. “Please.”
I grinned, my blood turning hot as I shifted my slinged arm slightly and got into a better position to shove my cock into his tight hole. He groaned with every thrust and rocked his hips backward, meeting me halfway. The fucking was awkward with my arm, but the pleasure was the same, an igniting fire that had my insides turning to lava. He moved with me, curving his arm backward to cup my cheek and bring me in for a fierce kiss.
His ass hit my hips a little too hard and my broken arm pulsated in a sharp spike of pain, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle. I put more power into drilling him, and he groaned.
“I’m going to come if you keep this up. Let me fuck you,” he whispered, voice verging on desperate. “I’ve never had my dick in another man. I want my first to be you.”
“Yeah?” I licked a stripe of sweat that gleamed on his cheek and slowly pulled out of his tight hole. I fell onto my back and let out a hiss. My hard cock thumped against my belly and I stroked it with my good hand as he shifted, bouncing slightly on the bed as he moved between my legs.
“Where’s your insulin pump?” he asked, and I glanced down. He rested his hand near the spot where the pump was usually connected. “Oh my God, where did it go?” He patted my side, and I laughed.
I glanced around the room and spotted it. “Over there, on the dresser. It’s okay. I’m using my insulin pens right now because when the doc moved me up here earlier, we pulled out the connection by accident. I just didn’t want to fuck with it. I swear it’s okay.”
The relief that went through him was adorable. His shoulders slumped and he leaned down to rest his forehead on mine.
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah, I just tested and everything. Thank you for caring so much.”
He nodded without moving. His mouth was puffy, wrecked from the kisses Rowen and I had given him. His lips seemed even more swollen than usual, though, and I focused briefly on some red dots that looked painful, but I couldn’t concentrate enough to ask questions while I was feeling this way. He was beautiful, perfectly imperfect.
“Fuck. How was I lucky enough to get you in my bed?” I whispered, winking at him. “You look like a fallen angel.”
He laughed, his face lighting up in a way that had my cock and heart both twitching, and I didn’t know which body part had a bigger reaction. “You’re still a flirt after you have me where you want me?” A flush spread across his cheeks and he chewed on his bottom lip, only to let it go with an irritated grunt. “I’m not going anywhere, you know? You and the others make me feel... content.” He leaned in closer, laying a whisper of a kiss on my mouth. “It’s hard having ADHD. I always feel like I’m... missing something. That I have to keep going to find it. But with you and Aspen and Rowen and Cillian, I have what I need. Is that cliché?”
I shook my head and cupped the back of his neck, dragging him down for another, longer kiss. “Fuck no. It’s exactly what we want to hear because you’re ours now, Vail. I promise you that by the time we’re done with them, the men who killed your father will regret it.”
He shuddered sadly but still managed a smile. “Thank you.”
“Come here and fuck me.” I spread my legs wider even though my hipbone, ribs, and belly hurt, and he fit between them like he was always supposed to be there.
He slid a hand over my abs and danced his fingers up to trace a particular bruise right below my left rib cage, which was red with fresh oxygen-rich blood under my skin. “I hate how he hurt you.”
I hummed. “That’s the way fighting works, sweetheart.”
“But that man... he used me against you. That wasn’t fair.” His eyebrows dipped and irritation flooded his face. “It’s cheating.”
I laughed. “Not in that world it’s not. Men would do anything to win, especially Derek Uhlig. He can’t afford to fuck up.”
“I don’t like it,” he muttered, running his fingers over my ribs and the scattered bruises that had formed. “I hate seeing you hurt. Will I have to see it often?”
I touched my forehead to his and sighed. “It’s what I do. It’s what I enjoy. Fighting... makes me fucking happy. The adrenaline. The atmosphere. It’s on the same level as fucking.” I kissed his nose. “You don’t have to come to my fights, but I’d love for you to be there.”
His mouth curved slightly, and in the light I could see marks above and below on his lips. I ran my fingers over the torn skin. “Okay, I’ll always be there, even if I have to turn away.”
“Thank you.” I licked my tongue across the top of his mouth. “Fuck me?”
“Yeah.” His cheeks turned a deep red and he grabbed the lube from the bedside table. He flipped open the lid as I spread my legs wider and tilted my hips, another spike of pain shooting through me at my sore limbs. “How long has it been since you’ve....” He waved at my ass.
