Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
I laugh, watching as Jax pauses at the corner, peering around it to make sure the coast is clear before forging ahead. The way he sidesteps gives me a clear view of his dick and balls hanging between his legs through the back of his open hospital gown.
Logan is right. He really is a fucking idiot.
“Fucking hell, man. You planning on coming down here with your dad?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Bring the fucker a pair of boxers why don’t you?”
“Ahhh, fucking hell,” Logan mutters. “Don’t tell me he’s swinging his dick around for that hot nurse again? He already asked her for a sponge bath.”
“Why am I not fucking surprised?” I say, rolling my eyes. “I’ll let you know what’s going on when I figure this shit out.”
“Alright, man,” Logan says before ending the call, hopefully to have a few more hours of sleep before coming back here again.
Concentrating on the mystery before me, I follow Jax around the corner, wishing I could look away from the train wreck before me, but I just can’t. It’s like I’ve been hypnotized by his swinging dick. Left. Right. Left. Right.
When will this torture end?
By the time he gets around the next two corners, I know exactly where he’s going. When he darts in front of his bed to open Brielle’s door, I almost step in, but my curiosity wins out, and I sit back to watch the show.
He’s clearly taken one too many hits on the field because he doesn’t think to open both doors, just tries to ram his bed through the tight gap like he’s going in raw with no preparation, a lesson I figured Jax would have learned a long time ago. The side of his bed catches on the door, but despite all the noise he’s making, not a single nurse has come to check what the hell is going on.
Figuring I better help him before he gets us all thrown out of the hospital, I stride over while shaking my head. “The fuck are you doing?” I mutter, walking around him and the bed to unlock the second door.
“Oh, hey man. How long have you been there?”
“Long enough to watch your dick swing from left to right the whole way down four separate corridors. I mean, fuck. You know your hospital gown is open at the back, right? I can see your whole ass and junk right through your legs.”
“No fucking way,” Jax laughs, moving through the open door only to spin around and show my girl exactly what he’s working with. “Yo, Bri, can you really see my ass back here?”
“Awwww fuck, Jax,” Bri groans in disgust. “I can see a shitload more than just your ass. Cover yourself up or get back in your bed. I don’t want to see that.”
“I second that,” another voice says, making my brows furrow in confusion.
“What the fuck?” I mutter, pushing right through the door and squeezing past Jax to find Addison kicked back and chilling in her bed that’s been squished up next to Bri’s. “What are you doing in here?” I question, scanning over her quickly to double-check she’s doing alright.
“Ummm, well …” she starts. “I kinda came for a little stroll down here earlier, you know, for the sole purpose of bitching out Orlando fucking Channing, which has obviously been the highlight of my year by the way. And when the nurses told me to go back to my room, I kinda put up a fight until they realized it was just easier for us to room together.”
“And Jax?” I question, shaking my head, kinda wanting to know more about this bitching out Orlando thing.
Bri shrugs her shoulders. “Jax is Jax,” she explains. “We Facetimed him to check in, and when he realized we were rooming together, he got a little jealous.”
“Hey,” Jax grunts, trying to navigate his bed around Bri’s to get it in the corner, only to keep getting it stuck on the edge, “I’m a real fucking man. I don’t get jealous.”
“Uh-huh,” I say, going to help the idiot before he really ends up in surgery again. “Get out of the way before you break something, and while you’re at it, close your fucking gown.”
“What’s the matter?” he quips. “Afraid your girl is gonna like it?”
Bri scoffs. “Don’t get me wrong, you have a cute ass. It’s nice and … squishy, but Tanner’s ass. Fuck, I could just sink my teeth into that one.”
“Ummm, hello,” Addison says, all but waving her hands to get our attention. “Do you guys not even see me here? This is not a conversation I want to be involved in. First off, whorebag,” she says to Bri, “if we’re rooming together, then any of my brother’s body parts and what you want to do to them are a no-go zone. You hear me? I will bitch slap your ass into next week, and I won’t even feel bad about it. And as for you, Jaxon Morgan,” she says, turning her gaze on our cousin, “if you can’t keep your goddamn gown closed, I’m going to make you a pair of pants out of your own goddamn skin.”