Once the officers leave, the Vicious Reapers settle in. They aren’t walking out of this hospital, at least not yet. My stomach growls as Heidi walks up to us.
She snorts before she speaks. “Hungry?”
“Well, we came out here to chat with you and get some real food. We’re starving,” I announce.
“Good news is, I ordered delivery. It should be here any minute,” Dakota announces.
I start to ask her what she ordered, because the thought of pizza makes my stomach clench. The last thing I want right now is something greasy. But just as I open my mouth, I watch as bags of sub sandwiches are brought into the waiting room, followed by bags of Cook Out burgers and fries.
“I got sandwiches and burgers,” Dakota announces. “What do you guys want before the guys pounce and there’s only crumbs left?”
I laugh at the visual flashing through my head because she’s right. They’ll probably eat everything in sight. “Sandwich, please, turkey or chicken. Something like that.” Dakota dips her chin in a single nod, then flicks her gaze to Lainey.
“I need a burger and fries,” she says on almost a moan.
But before she can get her last word out, Viking thrusts a bag at her, almost hitting her in the chest. She wraps her hands around it, her gaze focused on his and looking nowhere else.
Something passes between them. It’s more than a simple look. It’s heat, a feeling, almost as if he could touch her with his eyes. I’m not sure what it is, but it makes my belly dip, so I can imagine how it would feel to be on the receiving end of it like Lainey.
After a few moments of staring at one another, and the whole building threatening to explode with the intensity of their looks, Viking turns around and walks away as Dakota hands me a sandwich.
“Turkey,” she announces, seemingly oblivious to the heat that just filled this whole room.
The mood is now completely broken as all the girls gather and begin to eat. I tell them what I know about Axton, which isn’t much, but as much as anyone else knows, too. They are all in shock that he is still alive and somewhat unharmed. A lump on the head is definitely the best-case scenario in this situation.
It could have been a million times worse, although I wish it hadn’t happened at all. That would have been the better-case scenario in my opinion. But I guess beggars can’t be choosers.
I’m just happy Axton is okay.
Who the hell would have thought that sitting in his patrol car would have been more dangerous than whatever illegal activities he gets up to on the back of his bike riding for the Vicious Reapers?
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
PIGGY
“I can’t believeyou’re being so difficult,” Millie snaps.
I bite back the smile. I’m being difficult because she’s babying me. She’s acting like I’m going to fall apart at any moment. I got hit in the head, the hospital kept me overnight, and I’m fine. But she won’t just let me fucking be. She acts like I’m going to die if I have to get my own water or something.
Secretly, I love it.
Not so secretly, I bitch about it.
“I’m not being difficult. You’re acting like I’m going to drop dead at a minor inconvenience.”
Her eyes widen, then her lips purse together, and I realize I’ve possibly taken it a touch too far. Since I’m not a man who apologizes, I reach out for her and drag her across the bed so she’s lying beside me.
“I need to make sure you have everything you need,” she grinds out.
She tries to wriggle out of my embrace, but I don’t let her. Because I’m not going to let her go, not until we’ve both come—hard. My lips twitch into a smirk, my eyes sliding from hers to the length of her neck, then to the small amount of cleavage showing.
“Axton,” she whimpers.
Lifting my gaze, my eyes find her, and my mouth shifts from a smirk to a full-blown smile. Her hand gently glides up my side, her fingers curling around the side of my throat, her eyes searching mine.
“We shouldn’t. The doctor said you needed rest,” she murmurs.
I let out a snort. “I’m not going to have any kind of rest knowing you’re walking around here when your pussy isn’t even sore from my cock.”
