Chapter 3
Stefan
J esus-mother-fucking-Christ.
I tried to roll over onto my side. But for some unknown reason—I couldn’t.
I opened my eyes—or I tried to. Instead, I was met with a dark, heavy void.
What the fuck was going on?
“Oh, geez Louise, hold on. Don’t pull that out yourself or we’re going to have a whack of problems. Hang on,” a voice that sounded like an angel’s said. A warm hand landed on my cheek. And this time—I actually was able to open my eyes.
The most beautiful woman I’d ever seen in my fucking life greeted me.
Fuck.
Was I in Heaven? Did I die?
From the pain in my goddamn chest right now, I’d guess that was what happened.
The angel smiled down at me. “Shh, you’re fine, Stefan.
Don’t move, okay? You’ll only make this harder.
” Her thumb swiped back and forth over my cheek.
For some reason, it calmed me immediately.
I trusted my angel. I laid my head back down on the pillow and calmed the fuck down.
That was when I noticed some kind of tube was stuck down my throat.
I couldn’t close my mouth. “Get this out of me,” I said as my fingers desperately grasped onto the tube.
Or at least that was what I’d tried to say. Instead, it came out as a series of grunts.
“Hey, hey, honey,” my angel said in an almost lyrical voice.
“Don’t panic.” Her hand landed on mine near my mouth.
“You’re going to be just fine. The nurses are busy, but I know how to do this.
Just relax.” The sound of her voice—it was like a goddamn song.
Every word she said floated over me and through me.
I swear to Christ I could—feel—her words.
Against my better judgment, I let go of the tube and waited for my angel to deal with this fuckin’ thing.
And then—she smiled at me again.
And fuck me if I didn’t feel that all over my body, too.
What kind of drugs had they given me?
“Do me a favor, Stefan? Can you cough for me? Please?”
Cough?
I could do that.
I coughed—and then gagged as she pulled out whatever the hell was down my throat.
“Crap, here,” she said, handing me a few tissues. I coughed and choked as I tried to catch my breath.
But it felt like I couldn’t breathe.
Panic began to overtake me.
Again.
“Shh, Stefan. Look at me, honey. Stop. You can do this. Calm down and focus on me. Now, take a slow breath in. Like this.” Then my angel inhaled, her hands on my arms holding them down. My eyes wandered down to her chest.
And to her very large breasts. Holy fuck.
I quickly looked back into her sparkling green eyes.
“Stefan, please? Breathe with me. Slowly.”
A beeping noise pierced the silence between us.
“Sheesh, hold on. Take this freaking thing off.” She ripped something off my finger and the beeping noise stopped.
“Okay.” My angel looked at my lips. And I suddenly felt that right in my cock.
“Inhale.” She took in a deep breath and held it.
And then started to breathe out. “And exhale.” With every breath, her huge goddamn breasts moved delightfully up and down.
In the position we were in right now, I could imagine her naked, riding me.
Those big tits swaying in front of my face as she took her time finding her release.
“Good, Stefan. That’s so good,” she whispered to me and my cock jumped.
It fucking—jumped.
I imagined her riding me, saying, “Yes, Stefan. That’s so good,” while she moaned my name over and over again.
Fuck.
I was a fucking bastard.
Here was my angel trying to help me breathe, and all I could think about was fucking her.
“Oh, I like that, honey. Keep going,” she said—and I groaned. She needed to stop saying shit like that. I closed my eyes and willed my cock to go back down.
“Oh, no. Are you in pain? We can up your meds,” she asked, letting go of my arms. I felt the loss of her touch severely.
“No, stay,” I croaked out, not even recognizing my own crackly voice. My hand shot out and grasped her arm.
She smiled down at me again and slid her hand over mine.
“Okay. I’ll stay.”
As she stared into my eyes, there was something familiar there. Something all-knowing.
I wracked my clouded, aching head for answers. But I didn’t come up with anything.
“Do you want some water? Your voice sounds rough.”
I tried to swallow, and it felt like knives in my throat. “Yeah, please,” I rasped out and let her arm go.
She reached over to the small bedside table and poured a glass of ice water. Incidentally, I caught a glimpse of her ass. I adjusted myself before she turned around.
“Here, I just freshened it up a few minutes before you woke up. You’ve got good timing.” She smiled and held the glass up. I touched my lips to the plastic rim, and it was awkward as hell. My head felt too heavy. Keeping it up was just too exhausting.
“Fuck,” I said, letting my head fall back onto the pillow. What the hell was wrong with me that I couldn’t even drink from a cup anymore?
“Let me help you out,” my angel said. She picked up a plastic spoon and dug into the cup. “Try one little ice chip.”
I opened my mouth, and she spooned it in. “Just let it melt on its own.”
Having her around was like covering myself up with one of Giselle’s soft as fuck homemade blankets.
My angel slowly fed me ice chips until my mouth felt almost normal. My throat was still sore as fuck, though.
“Do you want to try drinking again?” she asked. My eyes focused on her lips.
Christ, they were plump. I’d really like to taste them.
“Yeah,” I said and pushed up. She held the shitty plastic cup while I took a few big sips.
It felt glorious. The cool water rushed down my throat. The first few swallows hurt. Bad. But after that, it was more of an annoyance.
“What are you doing? Why didn’t you tell us he was awake?” a nurse—who was not even close to as beautiful as my angel—strode in with a huge stick up her ass.
My angel helped me back down and said, “He just woke up. I was on my way to tell you.”
The nurse huffed and puffed. “I’m writing you up for this, Francesca.” Her tone angry and disgusted. “And did you—” her eyes went wide when she saw my face. “Did you extubate him? You’re not trained for that.” She shook her head and glared at my angel.
Francesca.
Fuck, that was a great goddamn name.
A really fuckin’ great Italian name. From the glow of her skin, I’d guess she definitely had Italian blood flowing through those veins.
Something about that pleased me.
A whole fucking lot.
“I’ll be back to assess him. Hopefully, we don’t have to re-intubate.” She left in a fluster.
“Fuck,” I said and shut my eyes. Frustration was getting the better of me when a soft, warm hand landed on my upper arm.
“She’s a total bitch. Don’t worry, they’re not going to stick another tube down your throat.”
A faint floral smell wafted over me. I inhaled deeply to suck in as much of that smell as I could into my nose.
Fuck.
My cock moved again.
Jesus.
Her hair fell over me, and I swear to Christ I nearly came right here in the hospital bed.
Silky strands of dark brown hair covered me. I sniffed it. Was it lavender?
No.
Roses.
Yes.
Definitely roses.
“Oh, sorry.” Francesca moved back, giving me a clear view of her generous cleavage.
I had to stop my greedy hands from touching her. And my greedy eyes from staring at her like some kind of letch.
She grasped my hand tenderly. Then she tenderly rubbed her thumb over the back of it. Everything about that felt heavenly. “You’re going to be okay. I promise.”
A stabbing pain shot through my chest, and I groaned, “Fuck.” I brought my hand up, but there were layers and layers of bandages there. I frowned. “What happened? Why does my chest hurt so bad?” Once again, confusion wracked my brain. I couldn’t remember shit.
“Oh, honey.” Her hand gently squeezed mine. “You were shot.”