Chapter 18
Walking out of the elevator onto the sixth floor of Timothee General Hospital, I turn left, heading down the hallway towards her room number. I already know her entourage isn’t here with her. I stop outside the door, turn the knob, and slip into the room. Sliding the curtain back, I see her lying in bed with wires and tubes protruding from her body. Her eyes flutter in her sleep the closer I approach..
Pulling the hospital sheets down her body, noting all the damage left from the attack. She has bruises in various stages of healing. Shades of blue, green, and yellow cover her face. A bandage covers her nose, her eyes remain swollen shut, and she has stitches above her right eye and upper lip. I checked her medical record this morning, and she still hasn’t been cleared by the doctors to come out of the coma, which is good for me and my visit.
Bending down, I inhale her scent. She still smells the same after all these years. “Miss me?” I whisper into her ear.
I see her eyes flutter a little. Interesting. She can hear me. I wonder if she reacts the same way to my touch.
Sliding my tongue from her temple down to her cheek, I notice the twitch of her finger.
So responsive, Sweet Peach.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it better.”
Sliding my hand down to her breasts, I kneed them in my hands, pinching her nipples. They perk up with each pull and tug. Lifting the hospital gown, revealing her pretty pussy. My mouth waters as I imagine how tight and sweet my little peach is. Leaning down, I run my nose up her slit and take a deep breath.. Damn, she smells good. I nudge my nose against her clit before I swirl my tongue around her bundle of nerves. I spit on her slit, run my fingers through the wetness and slide them into her soaked entrance. I love the way she feels wrapped around me. I can’t wait to feel her tighten around my cock. Her heart rate picks up with each pump of my fingers.
Pulling out my phone, I send a text. Her machines beep three times, letting me know they are running on someone else’s vitals for the next ten minutes. Looks like I’ll have to be quick. Climbing onto the hospital bed, positioning myself between her legs. I pull my sweats down, revealing my hard cock.
Lining my cock up with her opening, I thrust forward, feeling her pussy grip me. Damn, she”s so fucking tight.
“That’s right, Sweet Peach.” I lean down, kissing her swollen lips.
I pull back, leaving my tip in, and slam into her.. Each thrust is more brutal than the last. My phone beeps with a text letting me know her machines will reconnect in four minutes. Picking up my pace, I fuck her faster and harder until I feel my balls tighten. With one last thrust, I paint her walls with my seed. Putting my dick away, I climb down and head toward her bathroom. Grabbing the rag sitting on the sink, I wet it, walking back into the room to clean her up and reposition the blankets.
“See you soon, Sweet Peach.” I whisper, licking the shell of her ear.
Just as I reach the door, her machine beeps, sending alarms out. Before I turn the corner, look over my shoulder, our eyes lock. I can see the panic setting in. I give her my most sinister smirk as I walk out the door. It was a good idea that I wore this mask. Stepping into the elevator, my phone rings. I pull it out of my pocket, glancing at the name. Kevin. I decline the call, sending him to voicemail.
Sitting at my desk, I login, entering my access code, pulling up the control panel. Searching for the screens I want. Clicking on the hospital footage, I see she’s sitting up talking to one of the guys. Atticus. Fuck, I need to get some audio in there. Opening the next screen, pulling up the cameras at the boys house. I click through the feed, landing on Harlan’s room. There’s a blonde in between his legs, sucking his cock like a pornstar.
Wonder what Sweet Peach will think about this.I hit the screen record button. Surfing back through the channels, I see Stone and Cade. I know this will be good, already pressing record. Clicking a few buttons, I hear the audio come through.
“I fucking warned you, Stone.” Cade’s pacing the floor, pulling at his hair.
“Who keeps targeting her? This isn’t our doing and I want them found.”
“Calm the fuck down, Cade.” He puts his phone down, looking up at a still pacing Cade.
“She’s safe, they said her machines were set off from her waking up.”
“I don’t fucking trust them, have Atti reach out to the Hacker and see if he can find anything.”
Stone picks up his phone, dialing a number and placing the phone on the bed.
“Yeah?” The person on the line answers.
“You find anything out?” Cade asks.
“Yeah, man.” He sighs. “She said someone was in here. She didn’t recognize his voice.”
“What the fuck do you mean? She was in a coma, how would she know if someone was there?” Stone asks.
“She told me that when she heard him leaving, she opened her eyes. She says, they locked eyes, he smiled at her and left.”
“We need a family meeting, I want to know who is fucking with us. We are supposed to punish her, not some fucking stalking psycho.” Cade slams his hand into the wall.
“What the fuck was that?” Atticus says into the line.
“Nothing. Don’t leave her side, when is she going to be released?”
“Couple days, docs say.” Atticus states.
“I’ll make arrangements to bring her here for recovery. Keep an eye on her until we get her here.” Picking up the phone from the bed and ending the call.
“You’re fixing that fucking wall, Cade.”
“Fuck your wall.”
Stone gets up, walks over towards Cade, wrapping his hand around his throat and slamming him up against the wall.
“You wanna play games, Cade.” He slams his lips on Cade’s mouth and then pulls away locking eyes with him..
“On your knees.” Stone commands with a smirk on his face. Cade does as he’s told and unbuttons Stone’s jeans, sliding them over his hips along with his boxers. His hard cock comes into view.
Looks like this is going to be fun. Reaching over, pulling out the tissues and lotion. I love a good show.