…and that Mrs. K had been scolding him for it.
Supposedly, he’d be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, but we wouldn’t know for sure until morning. If he was, we’d probably fly back to Rockland. Everyone needed to get back to school and work–including me. Though Deb, my supervisor, had been very understanding. Which was nice. My old bosses wouldn’t have been.
I’d already been discharged, but the doctors were making me wear the small monitor again.
“Be good.” Evan kissed me and winked, making me wonder if Jett had told him the real reason he and Brennan had a sudden urge to take everyone whale watching.
Brennan had closed the blinds on the windows looking out into the hall. Jett smirked as he took something off the back of the doorknob and closed the door.
It turned out that hospitals in this world were so used to packs getting busy that they had little door hangers to alert the staff. However, Jett warned me that theywouldjust walk in if they had any reason–like loud noises, monitors going off, or simply taking too long.
“You’re not feeling well, or did you just not want to go, Darling?” Spencer gave me a concerned look as he toyed with my hair.
“This was a ruse so that we could have some time together,” I admitted. “Everyone is always around.”
“Oh, that was sweet.” Spencer kissed me. “Since it’s just the two of us, is there anything we need to talk about? You know that I don’t blame you in the slightest, don’t you?”
“I know. Thank you for taking a knife for me. You literally put yourself in harm’s way for me.” I sniffed a little because it could have gone so wrong.
He stroked my face. “That’s what mates do for each other.”
“All of this is just so surreal. Um, is it weird to keep the doll?” I’d been wondering about that. Though I’d finally opened the card. It was just a sweet little belated birthday card. But inside were a couple of letters that he’d written to me over the years, which made me cry, some pictures of my birth mother, and a couple of them together.
Growing up, no one had ever done anything like that for me. Even if I just left the doll on a shelf somewhere, I wanted to keep her.
“No. If anything, it shows that he was sincere about looking for you,” he replied.
“From the moment that I saw the look on his face when he noticed me in the coffee shop at Briar University, I knew he had been.” There’d never been any doubt of that.
The professor had been back to visit us and had brought Tru and Mercy. Verity had been by as well. Creed was busy with finals and graduation but had been texting me.
Tru kept taking Verity’s phone and sending me messages, which wasadorable.
“Hopefully, they’ll discharge me tomorrow. I’m ready to get out of here. I have so much to do,” he told me.
“Me, too. Though, they’ll want you to go easy for a bit,” I replied, gazing up at him.
He smiled. “I’ll go easy on the golf and tennis until I’m healed.”
“Good. What about… other things…” My hand slid under the blankets. He was only wearing a shirt because of the incision.
Sure, Spencer had tended to the mark he’d left on me–and I’d done the same–and we’d cuddled, but it wasn’t the same.
Wes and Evan had made sure I was well cared for, but I wanted Spencer.
Now.
His cock went hard the moment my fingers brushed it as I let all my lust tumble through the bond.
“Mmmm, that sounds delightful,” he murmured, lust, love, and devotion shooting through the bond as his oiled leather scent went sweet with desire.
I wrapped my hand around his cock and squeezed it. “Can you? Or do we need to wait a month or two? I mean, you did just have surgery.”
“I’m an alpha. And yes, I should wait a couple of weeks. But the doctor also knows we’re recently bonded. If you’re willing to be gentle with me, mindful of the incision, and do most of the work, I believe we can do it?” Spencer leaned in and kissed me, long and deep.
“I could do that.” I stripped off my shorts and panties but left my shirt on–just in case someone came in to check on us.
Straddling his hips, but not putting any weight on his upper body, I leaned in and kissed him. “I love you, Spencer Thanukos. Wait, do you have a middle name?”
