A hand rested on my shoulder, as I grasped a soft, cold hand. I knew it was her.
“What did I tell you?”
“You told me a lot of things, and he’s still in and out," I said, trying to keep the anger from pouring out.
“His body is trying to heal. You know that.” She tried to soothe me as her hands kneaded my shoulders, traveling up my neck, trying to massage the tense muscles in my upper back. I hummed as her hands kept splaying around on my skin. Her touch melted away the thoughts of anger and sadness, if only for a second.
She leaned down to my ear, her minty breath caressing my skin. “Do I need to make you leave? To go shower? To go get something to eat?” She nipped at my ear.
Fuck, if she was trying to make me obey her, she was doing a fucking good job. I was seconds away from murmuring “yes ma’am.” She reached over, trailing her hands across my chest and down.
“Peaches.” I groaned, her nails raking across my shirt material. “You’re not playing fair.”
“Who says I was trying to play fair?” She pressed soft kisses along my neck. She was playing a dangerous game and she knew that. She was taking a play from my book. “Maybe I just want to take care of my man. Especially because,” she continued peppering kisses, her hands still distracting me, “I can see him withering away.”
“I’m not,” I groaned out.
“You haven’t moved. You haven’t stepped away. And Shooter,” she took an inhale, and pulled away, finding my eyes, “You’re in desperate need of a shower.”
“You trying to tell me something?”
She rolled her eyes. “Well, I’d offer you a sponge bath… but I’m off the clock.”
I smirked. “You could still do it.” I heard her stomach gurgle. “Maybe you’re the one that needs to be taken care of.”
She nuzzled my neck, wrapping her arms around me from behind. “I’m fine. Seriously, sugar.” My hands trailed along her arms, and I grabbed her hand, bringing it to my lips.
I knew I was fucking done for, especially when she was so tempting to just carry her into the bathroom and say fuck it.
“Okay, but I want to be back here as soon as possible,” I proposed.
“Or you could have one of the brothers stand watch, keep Dillon company,” she offered. I nodded, sending a message to the club asking for a volunteer. Hank responded he would be up to the hospital in minutes.
I hated leaving the hospital, even if it was just briefly. Maybe it was the hot water pelting my skin or a little minx that had her hand wrapped around my cock like her personal play toy, but some of the stress melted away. Amelia never left my side, either.
She stayed beside me, being there for anything I needed. Reminded me so much of my recovery, but instead of being there out of commitment, she was there out of choice and love.
“I don’t fucking deserve you.” I said, wrapping her in a tight hug, making her wrap her legs around me.
“Oh, well big boy, I think that makes two of us, because I don’t deserve you. And yet two broken people found each other.” She kissed me, slowly, sensually.
I would argue that she wasn’t going to have a choice about it, I knew I wanted her from the moment she swayed her hips.
Her nails dug into my neck, deepening the kiss. I was on the verge of fucking her up against the wall, but the loud ringing of my phone told us otherwise.
Amelia groaned. “No. Five more minutes.”
“Peaches, we both know five minutes wouldn’t be enough.” I chuckled, not letting her go, but found my phone. “Talk,” I said.
“He’s asking for you.” Hank’s gravelly voice rang out.
Riding back to the hospital was a blur. Amelia clung on to me like her life depended on it. As soon as we got to the hospital, we rushed back to his room. The overhead bed light was turned on, and his nurse was leaving the bedside. Hank nodded and got up from the chair, offering it to me.
Dillon’s face had also taken a small beating but nothing compared to the wounds inflicted on him.
Amelia grabbed my hand, her angelic face forced a smile, she squeezed my hand. “I’ll let you two have a moment.” She offered Dillon a smile, almost like she knew the pain he must be in.
She almost let go of my hand before I pulled her into my chest. “Gimme a kiss.”
