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|Hook Me(Men of Inked #2) by Chelle Bliss|
Fucking old people drove him nuts.
“Shut the f**k up, ass**le,” he whispered, glaring at me.
“Well, at least the accident didn’t ruin your ability to use such eloquent language.” I laughed, the joy I felt with the simple conversation is unexplainable.
“Since when does your ass say eloquent?”
“You aren’t the only one with a college education, Joe. Listen man, some shit went down in the last twelve hours – more shit than just your accident. I need your advice, but I’ll wait until your mind is clear.”
“My mind’s clear as a whistle.”
I shook my head. “Nah, your shit got scrambled and I need it at its best to help me figure out the shit storm that’s about to rain down on me.” I rubbed my eyes and raked my hands down my face.
“No, f**k? I gotta know now.”
“Why me?” I laid my head on his bed wishing it all away.
The bed moved slightly as the sound of his laughter rang in my ears.
It was the best damn sound in the world.
“You’re going to laugh your ass off when you hear about the clusterfuck,” I said, sitting up to face him.
Suzy stirred as her eyes opened, a small smile on her lips. “Mikey,” she said with a sleepy voice.
“Hey, Suz. I didn’t mean to wake you. Sorry, sweetheart,” I said, watching her body melt against him.
“Don’t worry. I want to be up. You need anything, babe?” she asked, staring up at him.
She looked relieved. Yesterday I thought she was going to have a meltdown and lose it completely.
They had a love that I hoped to find someday. I wanted someone to be my world.
Fuck, I sounded like a pu**y.
I needed to sleep and get my head right.
“Nah, sugar. I’m fine just how we are right now.” He pulled her tighter against his body and kissed her head.
I watched them with a dumb jealous grin on my face. I touched my dick to make sure it was still there.
“Did the doctor come in while I slept?” she asked, nuzzling her face into his chest.
“Not yet. The nurse said he’d be in this morning before they move me to a regular room.”
“I can’t wait to get you home, baby,” she said, closing her eyes.
“You just want me in bed and immobile,” he teased as he smelled her hair.
“I’d prefer you unable to talk, but being stuck in bed won’t be the worst thing in the world.” She giggled softly, trying not to jostle him.
Holding up in mock surrender I said, “Alright, love birds. This is my cue to get out of here. Call me if you need anything.” I stood and touched my brother’s uninjured arm. “I’m happy you’re alright, brother. I love you even though you’re an ass**le sometimes.” I squeezed his forearm, looking at the both of them with their mushy grins.
“Love ya too, man.” He smiled.
“Bye, Mikey,” Suzy said without moving.
As I walked out of Joe’s room, I sent Mia a text.
Me: You done yet with work?
I had as much hospital as I could take. The smell of antiseptic and pine made my stomach turn. I worried it would be permanently part of my sense of smell if I stayed any longer.
Mia: I’ll be done in thirty.
Me: I’ll be in my car waiting or do you want to meet at my place?
Mia: Meet you at your place.
Me: I’ll have food, cock, and a comfy bed waiting for you.
Mia: What if I don’t want it in that order?
Me: I offer – you choose.
I laughed, shaking my head. I really liked her.
Mia: I’ll be there in one hour.
Me: Don’t keep me waiting.
I approached my car with a giant smile on my face and tucked the phone in my pocket. A white piece of paper flapped under my wiper, catching my eye. I ripped it off the windshield and glanced at it before crumpling it in my fist. Slowly I peeled the crushed paper apart and stared at it.
You can’t just leave us like this. How can you deny your own son? I’ll never let you go. Your mine and we’re yours.
I’ll fight for you until my last breath.
I sighed, wanting to vomit and crumbled the paper before throwing it on the ground. I’d deal with her shit soon and end her games.
Crazy and me did not f**king mix.
I snuggled against Michael and relished the stark contrast of his warm skin and the cool sheets against my body.
The soothing of his hand as he rubbed the back of my arm made me melt into him. I slowly moved my fingers over the scruff lining his jawbone; each hair tickled my fingertips. The coarseness under on my skin felt like tiny shock waves moving through my hand. Listening to the beat of his heart, I drifted to sleep.
“Mia,” Michael whispered in my ear, waking me.
“Mm.” I was too tired to speak.
“I need you.” His lips brushed against my ear as his hand caressed the skin just above my underwear.
“Yeah,” I whispered, pushing my ass against his hardness, still half asleep.
Wrapping his arm around me, pulling me closer, his fingers dipped inside my panties. His breath felt hot and sounded heavy against my ear. Raking his fingers through my wetness, he moaned as he found my clit.
His damp fingers moved rhythmically against my tender flesh. I squirmed, a small moan escaping my lips. Arching my back, I pushed my ass against his erection. Moisture pooled between my legs, needing more than his hand to dull the ache.