Fifty-Six
A fter Lissa left, Has seemed to be completely physically and mentally drained, dragging me back to the bed, and curling up with me. He fell asleep within minutes, while I lay there, dwelling on the horrors he’d shared. He’d been through things a child should never have to even know were possible for sick twisted bastards to consider.
He twitched in his sleep, and I reached up to stroke his cheek. In a split second, he had my hand in a tight grip, as he backed away from me, nearly falling out of the bed. He was awake, and breathing fast, but his eyes were darting around the room, even as his grip around my fingers loosened.
“Sorry, babe. I uh… nobody’s here, right?”
I shook my head, watching as he tried to calm down his heaving breaths, and accept the fact that he was safe.
“It’s okay, Has.”
He looked ashamed, as he realised it was just a dream.
“Sorry, it was so fucking real. I guess talking might have brought a few things back to me. Sorry I woke you.”
“I was awake, Has, it’s fine.”
It was still bright outside, which was another reason I’d struggled to doze off. We phoned down to Tommy for some food, because neither of us wanted to cook, but it was only when someone tapped on the door that they highlighted what a mistake that might be.
I opened the door and Micro stood there, holding the tray, with a deep frown on his face.
“You guys ordered up from the bar? Are you insane?”
Has joined me, reaching for the tray, before Micro stepped back with it.
“Seriously? You don’t see the risk, do you? Someone keeps trying to snatch your girl, Has, and tried to bash your brains in. How do you know they wouldn’t manage to tamper with your fucking food? I’m not pointing the finger at Tommy, obviously, but shit could get messed with. I was just realising that as I got handed the tray.” My god, it hadn’t even occurred to me, but Micro was right. What if someone had messed with the food?
Has-Been let out a curse, and slumped against the doorframe.
“Jesus, man, you’re right. Why didn’t we think of that?”
He shrugged, lifting one of the metal lids off the plate, the delicious scents of steak and some kind of winey sauce wafting to our noses, making us both groan.
“Kinda tempted to risk it,” Has said, even as I debated the same thing.
Micro shrugged. “I mean, I could be your food taster… it smells fucking amazing. Oh… why don’t… what the fuck?” He dropped the lid onto the floor with a loud crash, and the tray followed a few moments later. What the hell was going on? He lifted his hands and I could see they looked scarlet, like they were almost sunburned or something.
“What the… Jesus, it burns. ” Has grabbed his phone and rang Reacher, and within minutes, Micro was hurried into the infirmary for the doc to help, and Reacher was directing prospects to clean up the mess. He’d made them wear gloves and put everything into black bags, because we didn’t know what had caused Micro’s reaction, but clearly none of the dishes or the tray could be trusted right now.
“Is he going to be okay?”
Reacher patted my arm awkwardly, rolling his eyes as Has dragged me closer to himself, and out of Reacher’s, well, reach.
“Doc’ll fix him, love. In the meantime, don’t request anything from the bar. I’ll get a team on checking everything in there, and a full clean down of everything. If we have to bin every ounce of food down there, we’ll just have to do it. You know, shit like this isn’t doing the club’s finances a favour.”
Has moved me back from the door, before he leaned back out to talk to Reacher, but I heard him asking for an update on Micro when they knew more, and advising that we were staying locked up in our room.
Has-Been
W hat a fucking disaster, but thank god for Micro, because if he hadn’t thought of it, we could be the ones with contact burns or whatever the fuck he had. And the food might have been poisoned too. I should have thought of that shit, because I really should be doing a better job of looking after Elise.
I made us some eggs on toast, because we didn’t have much in that I knew how to cook well. After we’d eaten, we sat on the bed together, while I wondered when we’d get back to a normal life, and you know, get out on my fucking bike again. She’d loved her first ride on it, and I knew she’d want to be with me on rides in future. It was infuriating that we were trapped inside like this.
“So… what do you want to do with all our non-freedom right now, babe? I’m sorry, this must be so fucking boring for you.”
Elise answered by climbing up to straddle me, and pressed her palms against my cheeks.
“Oh my god… yes, what will we do with all this terrible alone time we have, Has? I can’t think of anything, can you?” She punctuated the last two words by rocking her hips and dragging herself over my cock. Now my cock didn’t need much persuasion to stand to attention for my girl, so this was no hardship at all. Was it really the right time though? Why the fuck not?
“What do you want, babe? I’ll give you anything you want. Want me to tongue-fuck you? Want me to strip you off, and plough you with my hard dick? Let you feel some of that hard fucking you were so excited by in those videos? Anything my lady wants, she gets.”
Now it’s risky saying that when you don’t know a woman’s sexual proclivities all that well, but I felt pretty safe saying it to my girl here. Maybe that was foolish of me, but I was all about giving her anything she wanted.
“I still want to taste you, Has. Will you fuck my mouth?”
Jesus Christ, she could try the fucking willpower of a monk .
“Seriously? You can have anything you want, and you want me to use you like that? If we’re going for your first blowie, babe, you’re driving, and I’ll take it however you want to give it. There’s no way in hell I’m gonna fuck your mouth, not for your first time.”
Elise lowered her lips to mine, dragging her tongue across them, and pulling back.
“Licking is good, right, Has?” Jesus . How much of this temptation could a man take?
She wriggled in my lap again, and I let out a low groan as she brushed right against my poor aching cock. Only she could take him from minding his own fucking business, to being all up in mine.
“Please… Has. I want your cock in my mouth. I need it.”