The guard gulps, then looks down at his tablet. “Er, not until ten, sir.”
“Then I guess we’ll just have to wait. Open the door, you peasant, or I’ll report you to my father.”
Huh. You really can get away with shit when you act like a posh twat.
As soon as the door closes behind us, Sparkles lets out a giggle. “You are very ridiculous, Maximus, but also the most wily man I’ve ever met.”
“And you haven't even experienced all my wiles yet,” I murmur into her ear, then bite gently down on her lobe.
She squirms delightfully. “Max…”
“Yes, Sparkles?”
“Put me down.”
Ugh. Fine.
She rushes over to Wes.
It’s not like I don’t want him to get better, but being a coma-cock-block is not a good look for anyone. I sit down on his hospital bed, then pull Theo into my arms.
I figure if I can’t have her all to myself, I might as well snuggle with her as she gives Wes his treatment.
Theo wriggles around until she's perfectly settled between my thighs, her back against my chest. “I’m going to link you into my connection with Wes,” she tells me, her eyes not leaving Wes’s pale face.
“Go for it.”
Her small hand reaches forward and then I’m there with her. In the dark, hunting for Wes.
—Wes, baby…I’m here…Maximus is with me—
—Yo, Wes…you’d better get back here soon because you are missing out on some fucking amazing Theo time…I now know why you’re so obsessed…that sweet pussy—
—Max—
—What? If I heard that, I’d stab Charon in the dick and swim my way out of the Styx to get to you—
—I’ve got to concentrate…—
So I become still and let her do her thing.
As she works, I feel her pure grief and loss pour through the connection. My Sparkles is all that is light and good, but within her is the agony of Wes’s absence.
She needs him.
The knowledge I can do nothing to fix it for her kills me.
—Can I help?—
She doesn’t reply, but when I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her even closer, I feel her relax a little.
—Wes? I’m reaching out to you….please, my love….—
I rock her gently, breathing in the scent of her hair, loving the press of her butt up against me.
And because I’m alive, of course my dick is taking notice.
Within a couple of minutes, my extremely hard cock presses against the small of her back. Even as she concentrates on Wes, I scent a rush of wetness between her legs. Slowly, I allow my hand to slide under her skirt to find the edge of her panties.
