Chapter Twenty-Six
Wyatt
“She’s awake now,” I answer Kade's call.
“Wyatt, we got a problem.” I sigh.
“Lilly bled out from your last visit, and she still didn’t give up any names.”
“Fuck!” I start pacing.
They were the only lead so far as to why someone ran into the side of my car. As to why someone is trying to take Blair away from me. I think the missing packages have something to do with all of this, it’s just too much of a coincidence.
I run my fingers through my hair in frustration. Every single day since Blair has been here, I've been visiting that stubborn bitch. She's loyal to a fault, that's for damn sure. Kaleb, a fellow brother, stays here to watch over his girl, and I ask him to keep an eye on Blair for me when I leave. If it's not him, it's her mom who stays by her side.
“Blair gets to go home today if she can walk. If she does, I’m bringing her to my house and keeping her there.”
“She’ll love that,” sarcasm drips from his tone.
“Pit has a meeting today, he asked me to see if you could attend.” I stay silent.
“I don’t want to leave her here without you or me nearby. I don’t want to keep asking Kaleb, and Kam needs to go home and rest.” I haven’t left her unguarded for five fucking weeks and I’m not about to start now.
“I’ll call him.” Hanging up the phone.
I find his number and hit dial- it rings once.
“My boy, how is she?” He’s been asking about her, every day for weeks.
“She’s awake and may go home tonight. Listen, Stuart, I can’t come today.”
“That’s alright, I don’t think this meeting will go unhinged. Simple business trade, I’ll take Kade.”
“Stuart, someone is out for blood. If you don’t know these people, I wouldn’t go without more backup.” He laughs like I am crazy for suggesting such a thing.
“I can handle myself.” I roll my eyes.
If it weren’t for me, he would have already been killed and he fucking knows it.
“Take care of your woman, I’ll be in touch.” He hangs the phone up.
I send Kade a quick text about keeping Stuart out of trouble and make my way back to her room. “Ok, we will get this in for you.” Nurse Jamie says.
Her big brown eyes find me, and her face turns red. My cock is fucking hard, and I try to ignore it. But God damn, she looks so fucking sexy. I think it’s just because she’s been asleep for so damn long- it was hell. I wink and she looks away.
“I’m putting in her order and her boot will be here soon, but you should try to help bend her legs and work her muscles a bit beforehand.” Jamie gives me a small smile before she turns and leaves the room.
Fuck me.
I walk over to her bed and sit at her feet. She looks up at me and sits straighter. “Thank you for staying with me.” I can’t help the smirk that spreads across my face. She’s so cute when she’s nervous.
She’s staring at my lips, and she licks hers. My cock twitches and strains against my pants. I reach under the blanket, and she gasps. She tries to pull away, but I hold onto her left ankle.
“She thinks I should help loosen up your muscles.” I run my hand up her leg.
Her breath catches. “Wyatt.” The moan that leaves her lips has me wanting to fuck her right here and now- but I can’t.
I move my hand out and throw back the blanket exposing her bare legs to me. Glancing up to see her head tilted back, her breaths coming in hard and fast. I take a peek at the heart monitor and see her heart rate increase, I smirk. I love the way her body reacts to my simple touch. And looking at her so broken and damaged for weeks, it’s nice to see her be herself again.
I lean up on the bed and can’t help myself, I kiss her leg all the way up to her thigh. She has no panties on and her pussy is glistening- I’m dying to taste it. She puts her hands in my hair, and I look at her. “Better be quiet love, the doctors will come in if your heart rate gets too high.” Her eyes go to the monitor.
“Wy-”
Before she can talk me out of it, I run my tongue over her clit, and she moans. “You taste so fucking sweet,” I groan.
Her legs lock around me as tightly as she can manage. I let her, this time because my sole focus is on making her come. When she's back at our house, I'll remind her just how much she enjoyed that night. Running my tongue over her swollen clit, making my way to her entrance, I stick my tongue in her. She moans and then slaps her hand over her mouth- so nobody hears. It’s cute that she thinks they would stop me. I hear the monitor beeping and she takes deep breaths to try to calm down but she’s already so close and so wound up.
She grips my hair and damn near shoves me into her and I gladly oblige. I’m slurping and sucking every damn part I can. I stick a finger in her and curl it up, and she arches her back. “Oh god,” she cries out.
I fuck her with my finger, hitting that spot while sucking on her clit. It doesn’t take long before she stiffens and her pussy clenches on my finger. She comes all over my hand- and the bed. She’s breathing through her nose and when I look up, she’s already staring at me. I wink at her, and she leans up, hissing at the pain, and grabs my shirt.
She pulls me into her and kisses me with so much passion it takes my damn breath away. “Please,” she begs, and I chuckle.
“We can’t Little Dove.” She growls and kisses me again while trying to take off my pants. Fucking torture for a guy who wants to do nothing but give her what she wants.
I wrap my hands around hers and pull her in closer to deepen the kiss. She goes to moan but I swallow it with my tongue. Her body is trembling with need, and I can’t deny that I’m losing control. I break the kiss and stand up, rearranging my pants. Her eyes go straight to my cock and then back to me.
The nurse comes in then and looks at the sight before her. “Should I come back?” She asks and I shake my head.
“Nope, we are done. Eat Blair,” She looks at the food and then back at me- or more so my cock.
She came but she’s pissed. I’ll accept it for now. Sitting down in the chair next to her, I grab her left leg and start massaging it. She groans and looks at me. “I’ll remember that.” A smile tugs at my lips .
The nurse sets the tray down and lifts the lid, revealing a steaming plate of Alfredo, a fresh salad, a selection of fruit, and an assortment of drinks. She leans up and grabs a drink and sucks it down. I stand up, take it from her, and refill it with water. “While you eat, I’m going to cut your cast and clean up your foot. I have your boot here and once you’re done eating, we will put it on and get you moving.” Blair takes a bite of food.
She’s too annoyed to respond so I do it for her, “Thank you, I’ll make sure she eats.” The nurse winks at her and begins sawing at her cast.
I move my hand higher, Jamie has to see what I’m doing, but she ignores it. Blair goes stiff as she stares at me. If looks could kill- I’d be a dead man. I ignore her and continue my roam of her body to help loosen her muscles. Granted, I am taking full advantage of the doctor’s orders. Being without her for over a month has been a hell I never want to fucking live through again. Rubbing her upper thigh. “Eat Blair,” I order, and she huffs. I gently brush my knuckle over her pussy and she tenses.
My Little Dove wants me, and it is driving me insane not being able to give her what she wants. Denying her is fun when she’s not been so close to fucking dying on me again- and then asleep for five damn weeks. I move my hands, and she relaxes into the bed. I pull up her gown and she gasps, “Wyatt,” she hisses, smacking my hands away- trying to pull her gown down.
“Yes?” Jamie giggles and shakes her head.
I flip her gown and blanket, over her stomach, exposing her left thigh and ribs. “Stop it,” she says between gritted teeth.
I look up to see her wide brown eyes look from me to the nurse .
“Nurse Jamie?”
“Yes?” her eyes meet mine.
“I’m going to rub my wife’s hip, her left side, all the way up to her breast and throat.” Trailing my fingers up her side, Blair smacks me in the arm causing the nurse to laugh.
“Go for it, I’m almost done.” She blushes and finishes cleaning her leg.
“I’m sorry about him,” Blair says, shaking her head.
“Don’t be sorry. He missed you and wants to take care of you. When Kaleb found me, he was the same way.” She shrugs.
“Kaleb? Should I know who that is?” She looks at me and I smile at her, and it pisses her off when I don’t explain. Blair knows nothing about what I do.
“Kaleb works for Pitbull, hunny did you not know you were in the hospital they own?” Her eyes go wide when she looks around the room.
“Blair,” I say, and she looks at me.
“You are safe here,” reassuring her.
“Oh yes, of course you are. They may be possessive, and a little controlling, but they would never willingly put our lives in danger.” She pats Blair’s arm.
On the outside, it looks like a normal hospital, and it is for the most part. But we own a lot of the payroll here, including Jamie’s and Doctor Remus. It’s the only reason she is still here and not moved somewhere else.
“Kaleb is my husband. He is one of many men your husband here and Pitbull work with.” She swallows hard.
“Who is Pitbull?” She asks nervously. Jamie shoots me a look of confusion.
“Later,” I tell Blair.
This is all news to her, she does not know anything about my line of work. I’m sure she had her guesses, but she never asked. Not that we really had time, since I was gone for a week right after she figured out who I was.
I can see her fighting within herself about wanting to correct her about being my wife. She almost pissed herself when Dr. Remus called her Mrs. Eden. In our line of work, when we find someone, it’s respectful to refer to them as the man’s wife. We normally never stray from the one we fought for. I have followed her since she was ten years old, I watched her grow into this beautiful woman before me. I killed to give her the life she deserves, and I don’t know if I will ever tell her that.
“Well, my… husband… can withhold information like his life depends on it.” Jamie throws her head back and laughs.
“Girl, don’t I know it.”
I’m watching her body react as I make my way up her side. I caress her side boob and she clears her throat to cover the moan. Jamie puts the boot on and fastens it.
“Ok, so, we want to be careful. You have not stood up in a while, so do not try to get up alone. If Wyatt isn’t here, please call me.” Blair nods.
“He loves you, you know?” I smirk when I see her reddened face.
“The guys we find or well, they find us, they are hard to escape. Trust me, I’ve tried.” Jamie goes on talking to her about Kaleb and how they came to be. The curiosity has fully peaked, and I know I will have to answer questions, I'm not sure she wants to truly know the answers too.
I give her this moment, knowing she needs a distraction from what happened. I'm terrified she'll slip back into the nightmares. I've tried waking her several times, but each time, she screamed for me. Do you know what it's like to be here, but your woman can't see you? It's fucking hell. Jamie is a good woman; she's been part of this life for the past year. It’ll be good for her to have a friend in this world.
“Wyatt,” Jamie pulls me from my thoughts.
“The sexual activity needs to be a minimum.” She places her hands on her hips.
I just stare at her, knowing she realizes it won't happen. "I mean it. She's still healing." Her gaze shifts to the wet bed sheet, and I can't help but smirk. Blair tries to pull the blankets down, but I stop her. “Ok.” Looking directly into her green eyes she glares at me.
I sigh, “Alright, Jamie. I will keep it to a minimum.” She sighs frustrated.
“You men are stubborn as… as well whatever. Blair, your chest is still healing. Minimum ok?” Blair looks like a deer caught in headlines, but she slowly nods.
Jamie shoots me a glare and I hold my hands up in surrender. I will be easy with her, but not fuck her? That’s not a promise I can make. She turns and I see the head of the snake tattoo on the back of her neck. Kaleb made her get it when he had to chase her ass down and save her.
“I’m finished,” Blair says pushing the tray back and I see she barely took two bites.
I come around to sit on her bed and she scoots over, wincing a bit. “Little Dove,” her brown eyes look up at me under her lashes.
“Eat this plate,” I order, and she narrows her eyes.
“Wyatt, I’m not hungry,” she whispers like she’s going to offend someone.
I run my knuckles over her face and then grab her chin forcing a whimper from her. “You will eat this.” Pulling the tray back to her.
"I don’t want to," she whispers, big tears welling up in her brown eyes .
A tear slips down her cheek. "What if..." she begins, her voice trembling, as I raise my brow in anticipation.
“Are we negotiating you eating?” She sniffs.
“Blair, you are going to eat this, even if I have to force you to.” She clenches her thighs together and I grin.
“Is that what you want, baby? You want me to force you?” I see the answer written all over her face, yes. Then she clears her throat.
“Can I please just stand up and then I promise I’ll eat,” she says, and I think about it for a moment. Surprised she didn’t react to me calling her baby.
“I’ll give you this, but if you refuse, I will force you to eat it.” I shrug and I feel her shiver.
“Ok,” she whispers, I stand to help her up.
She turns and hangs her feet off the edge. She bites her lip to keep from crying out. “I know it hurts, Blair. You don’t need to be afraid to show me it hurts.”
She closes her eyes and says, "I'm fine." But her expression tells a different story.
She holds out her hands, and I grasp them, gently pulling her up and closer to me. She gasps and cries out, tears streaming down her face. My heart sinks—seeing her in this state is tearing me apart. But I have to be strong for her, the man she needs right now. My rage will have to wait.
I put her arms around my neck and I grip her waist helping her stand up straighter and she screams, “I can’t!” Her sobs break the silence in the room.
I rest my forehead against hers. "Baby, try for me," I whisper. She looks up at me, and I can see the pain etched across her face, the cold sweat forming on her brow. I can't break down right now. She needs to move around. I anticipated this; her body has been in one position for too long. When she was unconscious, I'd adjust her position, but it's not the same.
"Can you do it for me, Little Dove? Will you be my good girl and take a step?" I ask gently. She meets my gaze, tears shimmering in her eyes, but she nods in silent determination.
She grips my neck when she goes to move her booted leg, her breathing cracks and a sob escapes again. “Good girl,” I praise her when she takes one step.
"Give me one more," I encourage softly. She lifts her left leg, moving it with more ease than her right. Her body trembles and I feel her hands slipping, becoming clammy from the pain. “Such a good girl,” she whimpers softly when I lean into her.
I kiss her cheek tenderly and pull her into a gentle hug. She rests her head on my chest. "We're going to take another step, ok?" I whisper softly into her ear. She shakes her head in response, her short, panting breaths brushing against my chest. “You have come so far, another one for me?” My lips brush up against her ear, and she shivers.
I feel her tears running down my chest and sticking to my black t-shirt. I step back and she follows me. “You’re doing so good.” She digs her nails into my neck, but I don’t even feel it.
My mind is fully on the woman in front of me, she could fucking stab me, and I wouldn’t even flinch. I know what she likes and praising her always makes her want to keep doing it just to hear me say it. I kiss her forehead when she takes another step, and the door opens.
“Look at you, sweetheart,” Kade smiles at her.
She tenses at his nickname for her, and I can't help but chuckle. He catches her reaction and smirks. She tightens her grip on my neck and takes another step, all on her own.
“You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” Kade comes up behind her and she stands up straight wincing .
Her head whips around, and their eyes lock for a brief moment before she turns back towards me. She nearly pulls herself into me, but this time, I stay put. I meet her gaze, her big brown eyes pleading for help.
"Sorry, Little Dove, this is all you," I admit quietly.
“Am I making you nervous, Blair?” He whispers in her ear, and she closes her eyes.
I take a small step back, giving her some room. She shakes her head no and he chuckles, “I think I am,” he trails his lips down her neck, and she steps again to get away from him.
“Elena will kill you,” her voice breaks from the fear and pain.
“Just wait until you’re all better, sweetheart. The plans we have for the both of you, it makes my cock hard just thinking about it.”
I take another step back and she steps again on her own. Do we have plans for them? Yes. Are we going to act on them anytime soon? No. But his teasing her is making her walk, which is his goal, he wants her to go home today too. As much as Kade loves to tease her and I have to admit it makes my cock hard watching her react to him, he loves her in a way I don’t even think he understands. He gave her blood without a second thought. He has been here every day waiting for her to get better. She looks at me to help but I smirk instead, and she growls flustered.
“Do you think Elena tastes good?” He touches her back and she inhales sharply.
“Stop,” she warns, and he presses his front to her back.
“Do you think you could be a good girl and play with her pussy?” She gulps. I can feel her shaking hands holding onto me for dear life.
“I can even spread her for you. Maybe she could suck Wyatt’s- ”
She lets go of my neck and spins around, shocking us both. She screams in pain, but she manages to slap Kade across the face. I grab her and pull her back to my front and I can feel her panting, “You’re such a good girl, Blair,” I kiss her head.
Kade looks down at her and she backs up further into me, trying to get away from him but I hold her still. He grips her chin and forces her head up, “Look at you, on the other side of the room.” He runs his finger over her cheek and she drops her eyes to look around.
She walked from one side of the room to the other just to get away from him. I can tell she’s turned on- my girl likes the dirty talk. But she would never willingly do anything with Elena, but he painted a pretty picture for her. When he mentioned my name, we both knew it was coming. We just didn’t expect her to slap him. It was amusing, to say the least.
He leans in and kisses her head, “I’m glad you’re up and moving, sweetheart,” I kiss her neck to keep her still.
“Mhm,” she says, and he laughs.
We make our way back to her bed, each step deliberate and slow. I assist her in getting settled and pull her tray within her reach. As she begins to eat, Jamie arrives with pain medication. Her getting used to walking around, will be a slow process, but seeing her up and moving brings me a sense of relief.
Kade positions himself at her feet, gently massaging them, and the look she shoots him is one of pure embarrassment. She despises how he manages to get under her skin, and perhaps even more so, that I allow it. Yet, when he reached for her leg, she didn't resist. Instead, she simply grasped my hand and pulled me down to sit beside her on the bed while she began eating.
My phone dings, Unknown: So glad she’s ok. Now the fun begins.