“Vittoria, let us help. Alejo needs you here. Hisprimos,tíos, and I will collect the information he wants. Once we have everything, we’ll sort it out and strategize. Keep my son from getting too agitated.”
Vita leans back far enough to see over my shoulder as my father speaks. She nods, and I kiss her forehead.
“Mr. Diaz?”
I turn toward the nurse who stepped into my bay. She appears friendly, but I’m skeptical of anyone I don’t know. When all four of us stare at her, she steps back, instinctively avoiding our forceful presence.
“Your room is ready for you. We’re going to take you upstairs. Could you get back into bed, please?”
“I’d prefer a wheelchair since I’m certain you won’t let me walk.”
“Fine. I’ll bring one around. Just give me a moment.”
She disappears, but she’s back before we can resume our conversation. It takes ten minutes to get me settled into my room. We stopped at the nurses’ station where my parents and Vita insisted on meeting all the medical personnel on the floor. They learned when the shift changes, so Vita will return to learn the names and faces of the new group.
“We’ll be back in the morning,mijo.”
My father gives me a careful embrace as he speaks. Then my mother does the same. Vita and I are finally—blessedly—alone. There’s a solid door between us and the rest of the world. There’s no window in the door, so Vita and I are a little twitchy. We won’t know who’s entering the room until it opens.
“Lie next to me, little one.”
“You’re too big. There’s not enough room on there for me.”
“I’ll turn on my good side.”
While my arm and leg didn’t get burned, they did get bruised. I shift around until I’m nearly against the guardrail, but there’s enough room for Vita to fit if she lies on her side too. She’s tentative as she eases on, but I pull her snuggly against my chest the moment she settles. I reach around her.
“What’re you doing?”
“Enjoying my girlfriend’s company.”
I pull the scrubs pants’ drawstring loose before my hand slides down the front. Someone must have given her a pair since her clothes were ruined. My hands are large like the rest of me. My long fingers slip between her legs, my middle finger rubbing her clit.
“Daddy.” It’s a strained whisper as she squirms.
“Shh,chiquita. We’ve been through a lot today. Let me take care of you.”
“You should rest while you can. You know hospitals aren’t where you stay to get better with how they won’t leave you alone for more than an hour. They’ll be here to check your vitals soon. Sleep before they disturb you for that.”
“I can sleep when I’m ninety.”
I nearly said when I’m dead. Figured that might upset her. I continue to toy with her clit as I feel her grow wetter. I’m growing hard as a steel stake. It tempts me to take her into the bathroom and fuck her from behind.
How sexy is that?
Wheeling an IV stand in with us to a bathroom that has a shower seat and handrails on both sides of the toilet.
“Daddy.”
Fuck. The way she says that word.
That’s it.
Sexy or not, I’m fucking my woman.
I push her pants down over her hips until I can slide my fingers into her. She rolls toward me, her hand slipping beneath my hospital gown. This gown beats my suits for easy access. I might switch to these permanently.
That’s the drugs talking.
