Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
When he’d come up empty-handed, he’d been overly annoyed.
Like the rest of us, he wanted the people that’d hurt his friend off the streets and unable to live their lives. Not necessarily dead, but detained in a way where their lives were no longer livable the way they wanted to live them.
“No new updates on their whereabouts today,” I admitted.
The last sighting of them had come from an anonymous tip that I’d followed up with and confirmed that it was, in fact, them. The anonymous tip had come from Myen’s friend, whom I’d leaned heavily on, to let her know just how serious this matter was.
In the end, Myen’s friend had turned on her and given her last known location to me via an anonymous tip line I’d set up on the dark web, offering a cash reward to anyone that knew of her location.
Funny enough, anytime that tip came to me and was true, I’d give them said cash reward right out of Myen’s bank account. It was only fair, after all.
He caught my hand in his, then tugged it lightly.
I leaned forward and set my phone on the edge of his rolling food tray, then stood and made my way toward his bedside.
When I was close enough, he said the exact opposite of what I expected of him. “I’m so horny I could cry.”
I blinked at him.
During the weeks that had followed his shooting, I’d purchased an eye patch for him. One, because he requested it, and two because they said the visual reminder of it would help his brain overcome his new handicap.
Now, he looked like a sexy pirate with his overly long hair and eyepatch. His beard, which was never really “there” to begin with, always more like a five-o’clock shadow than an actual beard, was in full force now.
I allowed my gaze to flow down the length of his body, stopping on the tented sweatpants.
“Umm,” I said, unsure of what to do.
I mean, of course, I would totally take him inside of me if we were at home and he was okay and not still recovering in a hospital, but we weren’t any of those things. And it wasn’t like I could forgo his physical well-being for his mental well-being.
Just as I thought that, the physical therapist came in and flashed her smile at us.
Kobe groaned, and I literally watched as his erection faded into nothing.
If he hated being in the hospital, it was because of this chick.
Not that Patty, the sixty-year-old physical therapist that was helping him relearn a few things, was horrible or anything. But she was a taskmaster and didn’t take his whining to heart. She worked him until he couldn’t work anymore, and he hated her for it.
“If you do this,” I said to him. “Without complaint,” I smoothed his hair back. “I’ll fix your little situation for you after she leaves.”
His eyes flashed up to me and he grinned. “Deal.”
Leaving him with a kiss on the lips and a promise to return later, I went to find the doctor.
If I was going to do this, I was going to make damn sure that it wasn’t going to burst his brain in the process.
I found Felix in the staff lounge room by tracking his phone.
I pushed my way inside, then took the seat beside him.
“So, if I want to make Kobe orgasm, will that explode his brain or anything?” I asked curiously.
The doctor choked on the burrito he was consuming.
“I’m sorry, but what?” Felix asked.
I don’t know when we became friends. Somewhere in between the person I loved coming out of his drug-induced haze and him relearning how to talk? Whenever it was, Felix had been a great person to have around when I needed him the most—when Kobe needed him the most.
And apparently, my relationship with Felix wasn’t something that was only shared by me. Kobe liked the guy a lot, too.
For Kobe, that was saying something.
“Can I make him orgasm? Will it hurt him?” I asked.
Felix placed his burrito down, uncaring that the contents half spilled out, and turned to look at me.
He had his doctor face on as if he was trying to be professional about it.
“I think that sex might be out of the question, too much jostling. But other things…” he hesitated. “I don’t think it’d be too much. But I would tell him to pay attention to any warning signs like his head hurting more than he’s used to. If he experiences anything like that, stop.”
I nodded. That was all the answer I needed.
“Thanks.” I smiled. “I should have him in a better mood later, then.”
CHAPTER 22
OFF.
-The general direction I’d like you to fuck.
KOBE
“Can you hear me?”
I swallowed hard, unsure if I was hearing who I was hearing. Probably not.
“I’m not a hallucination.”
Had I said my earlier thoughts aloud?