“I don’t know, maybe because I prefer not to look like I’m six and on the way to a playdate.”
My gaze shifts from Alejandro to Jorge. In no realm of reality could anyone confuse Jorge for a child, not even a teenager.
“It’s better if you just smile and nod.”
I glance at Pablo, who’s grinning.
“Where can you take him that’s safe? Can you even get him out of the hospital right now?”
“We can, and we will. This isn’t our first jailbreak of this sort. Pablo and I will help Alejandro get dressed if you’ll distract the people at the nurse’s station. Joaquin and Jorge will scout the path out for us.”
Javier’s plan is reasonable, but I still glance at Alejandro first. I trust his family members to do any and everything to keep him safe, but I’ll still defer to him since I don’t know them as well as I do him. That thought again reminds me of how little time we’ve spent together.
Once this chaos is over and we can return to normal, I’ll have to consider if this relationship is real or just a product of extreme circumstances. I want to believe it’s real, but maybe reality will dawn on Alejandro, and he’ll remember why we met. That it was because of my job.
I lean forward and buss a kiss on Alejandro’s forehead. The arm without the IV cups my cheek. He draws me close enough to kiss me before whispering in my ear.
“Soon,chiquita. I’ll have you bent over a table before the day’s over. I want that silky cunt wrapped around my cock as I hear you scream my name. You’re going to take all my cum like a good girl and beg for more.”
I nod; unsure my voice won’t crack if I speak. It’s suddenly boiling, and it’s not because there are five human-sized furnaces in here. He gives me another peck before I walk around the bed and pull the door open. I step out and look around. With one more glance at the door, I make my way down the hallway. I’m certain Jorge and Joaquin slipped out behind me, but I didn’t hear them.
“Hello. Can I help you?” I’m greeted by a cheery woman who glances at my guest sticker.
“Yes, I’m Alejandro Diaz’s wife.”
I wait a moment to see if the name registers with her. Her eyes widen in shock. It’s clearly written across her face. I’ll take that as a yes.
“Hello, Mrs. Diaz.”
She stutters her greeting. I offer her the most reassuring expression I can muster.
“Your shifts just changed, so I’m here to get acquainted with everyone working in this ward right now. Ensuring my husband’s safety is very crucial.”
Her mouth remains hanging open like a beached trout, but she nods her head vigorously. It takes a few seconds before she gathers her wits, then calls the other staff over to meet me. I make a show of examining each badge and staring at their faces as though I’m memorizing every feature.
Of course I am, but I don’t need as long as I draw this out. I infuse my tone with appreciation as I thank them and back away from the desk. When I get back to Alejandro’s room, it’s just as Pablo opens the door. Rather than surround me like the Diaz men did leaving the hotel, it’s now my responsibility to guard Alejandro. Pablo shifts to be behind him while Javier and I flank him.
I see the perspiration on Alejandro’s brow that wasn’t even there while we fucked in the bathroom. It was clearly a struggle to get the clothes on over what he called grazes, and it only takes a moment to realize the shirt is too snug. It would be tight on Jorge, but it’s straining at the seams on Alejandro. He’s not so much bigger than the other guys that they can’t share clothes. It’s obvious from the earlier conversation that they do, but it must be far easier for the other guys to borrow Alejandro’s clothes than the other way around.
We make our way to the elevator, and I notice two women walking toward us. They aren’t wearing scrubs or lab coats.I don’t see visitors’ stickers or hospital lanyards and badges. Immediately, my defenses go up. They’re staring at Alejandro.
I quickly realize the only threat they pose is drooling on my boyfriend. Their gazes sweep over him before dashing to his cousins, then me. They look appreciatively at Pablo and Javier too, but their attention inevitably returns to my boyfriend. He’s the hottest, and his cousins both wear their wedding rings.
They join us at the elevator, and I step in front of Alejandro as though I’m holding the door open to usher them inside. I glare at them, and they have the decency to appear embarrassed. I swear one guy chuckles, but I’m not sure who.
When we’re all on the elevator, Alejandro wraps his good arm around my waist and kisses the top of my head. He brings his lips close to my ear.
“Fear not, little lioness.”
I wait for him to say more, but nothing’s forthcoming. The women get off on the third floor, and we continue down to the fourth level in the underground parking lot. As we exit the elevator, I glance up at him.
“You may as well be parading down Fifth Avenue in lingerie with how that shirt clings to you. I forbid you from wearing anything this tight, and if you own any gray sweatpants, they are for my eyes only.”
Javier and Pablo laugh, thinking I’m joking, but Alejandro’s gaze locks with mine, and he knows there’s no humor in what I say. His arm tightens like a steel band around my waist, lifting me off my feet and bringing me eye to eye. He gives me a smacking kiss before whispering to me.
“Yes,chiquita.”
That sobers both of his cousins. I glance at each of them before returning my gaze to Alejandro. My brow furrows.
