12. Cassie
CASSIE
I heard Vigo talking to the nurse even before I opened the door to his room.
“You need to rest,” the nurse said.
“You think I’m blessed?”
“Rest,” she said a little louder. “You need to rest.”
“That’s not as flattering but I’ll take it,” Vigo said.
“You’re exhausting,” she said, probably because she didn’t think he could hear.
“I heard ‘handsome.’”
“Sorry,” I said as I passed her on my way into the room.
“I’d say he’s in rare form this morning but this is pretty much his default,” she said on her way out.
“Morning, mouse,” Vigo said.
“Will you please stop harassing the nurses?”
I tried to scowl at him as I set down my bag and approached the bed, but it wasn’t easy.
His blond hair stood up in tousled spikes, his green eyes sparkling with the vitality that was all Vigo.
The nurse must have taken off his hospital gown to check his wounds because he was slipping his arms back into it, and the sight of his inked chest did all kinds of things to my body that were totally inappropriate in a hospital setting. He looked like a mischievous imp.
A hot one. The kind that would tempt you to do all kinds of dark and dangerous things.
“Harassing? Who’s harassing?” he asked. “She loves me. She said I was blessed!”
“She said you need to rest and you know it,” I said, sitting on the edge of his bed.
I reached over to help him with the hospital gown. My fingers grazed his bare skin and a current of heat traveled from my fingertips to my center.
He groaned a little. “I like it when you get me naked a lot more than when the nurses do it.”
“I’m not getting you naked,” I said, wrestling with the gown. “The opposite actually.”
“Wow, disappointment abounds,” Vigo said, shoving one of his arms into one of the arm holes. “At least come lay next to me.”
I let him pull me onto the bed next to him until I was resting in the crook of his arm. It was as close as I’d been able to get to any of my men since the explosion at the paper mill, and I nuzzled against his warm skin, comforted by the beat of his heart under my ear.
He kissed the top of my head. “Doctor Sterling said I might be going home tomorrow.”
I craned my neck to look at him. “That’s great! Jagger’s going home soon too.”
“How’s Hawk this morning?” The humor had disappeared from Vigo’s voice, replaced by the seriousness we all felt when we talked about Hawk.
“They’re going to try and pull back his meds, see if they can get him off the ventilator.”
“Good,” Vigo said. “That’s good.”
“Don’t your ribs hurt?” I asked when he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me more tightly against him.
“Like a son of a bitch,” he said. “But they hurt less when I hold you.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“Some things don’t, mouse.”
Didn’t I know it.
I closed my eyes as we sank into silence, and if it hadn’t been for the sound of the hospital all around us — the beeping of machines from other rooms, announcements on the intercom, breakfast trays rolling down the hall — I could almost have believed we were back at the house, lying in one of the Hawks’ beds, just waking up after a night of pure pleasure.
My pussy pulsed at the thought of it and I pressed my thighs together, willing my lust to read the room — I was literally in Vigo’s hospital room for god’s sake — and take a seat.
He stroked my arm, his touch like a match to my skin, and I squirmed next to him, wondering if it would be worse to ignore the fire smoldering in my body or to tell him he was getting me all worked up.
But then he shifted, trailing his hand over my shoulder and into the neckline of my T-shirt, and I knew there was no point trying to ignore it.
He slipped his hand into my bra and I sucked in a breath when he covered my tit with his hand.
“You’re in the hospital…”
“I lost some hearing, but I can still see,” he said, rolling my nipple between his fingers.
“We can’t fool around in a hospital.” It felt wrong, not just because we were in the hospital but because Hawk was upstairs, still fighting for his life.
Still, I couldn’t deny the hunger roaring through my veins. I’d once read that a surprising number of people had sex at funerals. It had seemed sick at the time, but I thought I understood it now.
Surrounded by death, it was only human to want to feel alive, and what was a bigger testament to life than fucking?
Vigo slipped his other hand around my waist and into my jeans. “No offense, but I think I’m proving you wrong.”
“Your ribs…”
“My ribs feel fucking fine.” He worked his hand into my underwear and I gasped when his fingers brushed against my clit on the way to my pussy. “It’s my dick that’s on fire.”
I reached under the sheet and realized he wasn’t wearing underwear when my hand connected with his cock.
He groaned when I wrapped my fingers around his shaft.
“Does this hurt?” I asked, worried I was pressing on his broken ribs.
“‘Hurt’ isn’t the word that comes to mind, mouse.”
I laughed softly. “I meant your ribs.”
“Who’s thinking about my ribs? Come up here so I can kiss you.”
I eased myself up on the bed and he sank his fingers into my cunt as he captured my mouth with his.
I opened for him with a moan, stroking his dick while our tongues tangled in a heated dance, his fingers plunging in and out of my embarrassingly wet pussy.
I’d become so accustomed to fucking the Hawks on the regular that even a few days without sex had turned up the volume on my lust. Like a drug addict who didn’t realize they were addicted until it was too late, I was voracious for him.
For all of them.
Vigo pulled away from my mouth with a gasp. “Jesus fuck, mouse. You’re so fucking wet. Maybe you have a hospital kink.”
“I think I just have a you kink.”
I rocked on his fingers, seeking more friction on my clit, already reaching for the orgasm that had blossomed to life at my core.
“The feeling is definitely mutual,” he said, nibbling at my lower lip before plunging his tongue back into my mouth.
He set a trail of fires with his tongue as he pushed his fingers deep inside me, our kissing growing more feverish as we both came closer to orgasm.
It wasn’t enough. I wanted to be naked with him, our bodies sliding together. I wanted to feel him between my legs, wanted to open my thighs to take his cock deep into my pussy.
But beggars couldn’t be choosers, so I moved faster, stroking his dick in time to the rhythm of his fingers driving into my cunt.
“Fuck yes,” he said, pulling away. “Let that sweet little pussy come, mouse. I wish I could lick it up.”
The thought of Vigo’s hot mouth on my cunt, his tongue lapping and licking until I came on his face, was enough to send me over the edge.
He smothered my cry of release with his mouth, pushing his tongue between my lips as I shuddered around his fingers.
He groaned into my mouth, his hot semen spilling onto my hand as he came with me, and for a feverish minute we were nothing but a writhing, gasping mass of desire and pleasure, all the trauma of the past days receding as we clung to each other.
“I was so scared,” I finally said.
“You said you cared?” Vigo asked.
I laughed a little. “I did.”
“Good.” He kissed me. “Because I definitely heard that one.”