Chapter 5
MASSIMO
Watching Em hit on the nurse brings me comfort. It means he’s not going to die. No brain damaged. Or at least not any more than before. Thank fuck for that. And I won’t lose my brother due to my own neglect. The doctor’s reports have been coming in steadily now.
My parents have gone home to shower, eat, and take care of things. I assured them we’d be okay. That I wasn’t going anywhere and certainly wasn’t letting him out of my sight. The few times I’ve left have been when his nurse kicks me out. She’s caring in her own harsh way.
It doesn’t faze my brother. He just hits on her harder, hoping to break past that shell of hers.
The only other time I left was to cry in the chapel with Holli. He didn’t say much, just kept his hand planted on my shoulder. It was enough. He’s been here just as much as Diego. The ICU lightened their visit policy for us. Or for Em and the tons of people coming to check on him.
Bro has lots of friends. Never made an enemy unless it’s a new boyfriend and he fucked their girl or a dude at a bar who gets sick of his mouth. Otherwise, everyone loves him. But Diego is gone today, having to get back to class.
Em and I deferred for now. My parents are friends with the school’s dean. It was just a phone call to explain what happened to get attendance, homework, and stuff to go away. It’s cool for now.
“Papito?”
I look from my phone at her. Playing Call of Duty mobile to pass the time while Em sleeps.
“You need to go home. Shower and rest.”
She looks bothered today. Not her usual bossy, high-energy self.
Not that my brother noticed, commenting on her ass for the millionth time.
Don’t get me wrong, she’s hot as fuck. I would love to push my cock past those thick thighs just as much as Em does.
But his having sex is off the table for a while.
Not that he hasn’t asked that question about two million times.
He gets a lot of shocked looks and vague answers, like after he heals.
Yet I don’t miss the soft smile when he calls her his angel.
She likes it. Even if he’s too dumb to notice and she’s too proud to say it.
“Nah, I’m good.” I’m not and would fucking love both a fat nap and a shower, but I’m the reason he’s in here, so I won’t choose me over him. “You okay?”
She turns to face me fully.
Her pink scrubs are tighter than the blue ones she wore the other day. The color makes her cheeks brighter. Her hair is half up and down with stray curls around her face. She looks softer without as much makeup today. Just a hint of stuff on her eyes and lips.
“Sure, why do you ask?”
She sighs, and her voice goes up at the end. Convincing me or her. I don’t know which.
“You’re not as loud today.”
A frown wrinkles her mouth. Those DSLs, as Em keeps calling them, thin out a bit.
“That’s not a nice thing to say.”
Her hands slap her wide hips. I could easily cover them with mine when forcing her to hinge as I fucked her from behind.
She’d be sucking Em’s cock while I did it.
I don’t know why I’m fantasizing so much about her today.
Maybe I’m tired. I’m definitely horny. And fucking her would take my mind off Em for a second.
“I like how loud you are. How bossy.” My eyes slide to my brother, snoring with his mouth wide open. “Em’s in love with you.”
Her frown transforms into a soft smile. The ones she hides from him, but not me.
“Your brother’s a clown. A fool.”
“You like him.”
“You’re sweet, Papito. But I don’t date. Especially not patients.”
There’s more to that story. And it has nothing to do with Em from the sound of it.
“Why? You married?”
There’s no ring on her finger. No indentation of one either. I’ve looked. A weird sneer pulls at those sexy lips. Yeah, a whole lot more to that story.
“No, I won’t do that again.”
I stand, needing to touch her or be close to her. Something pulls me to her, makes me want to know more.
“Why?”
Her hands fall from her hips. She doesn’t step back, not afraid. Uncomfortable.
“You’ve seen my parents. They are happily married.”
I offer the only example I have. Hoping she takes the bait.
“Yes, they are very nice people. They spoiled you boys. Too much.”
Ignoring that comment, I take the remaining steps toward her. This time, she does step back. Even though she’s a lot shorter than me and curvy as fuck, I could still lift her up and plunge my cock in. Visions of it dance in front of my eyes.
“You’re avoiding my question.”
My fingers itch to touch her curls. To pull against the knot of her hair and drag her lips toward mine. Wanting to feel their pillowy softness.
“I am.”
She doesn’t give. Doesn’t budge on why she can’t date Em and eventually me. Both of us.
“Tell me.”
My hand moves to touch her arm. She watches it as if in slow motion. I wait for her to flinch or step back again. She does neither. When my fingertips brush the back of her arm, it is the softest fucking thing in the world. My cock stiffens. I stifle a groan.
“Because men only take. Take my money, my time, my energy, and mi todo.”
“Boys take. Men give.”
My claim falls hard and fast, opposite of my light grasp on her arm. Wanting to yank her toward me and show what I want to give her. But I managed to restrain myself.
“Papito, what do you know about men? You’re a boy yourself. Your brother too.”
Her hand rises to my chest. Burns into my flesh underneath my thin T-shirt.
Her face turns up toward mine. With her touching me and me touching her, it’s like a current of energy.
Electricity flows through my body. Buzzes all my important parts like my cock and balls.
Even my nipples are on fire from her touch.
“My brother and I know a lot about women. Know how to treat them. Take care of them. Fuck them.”
It’s out there. Hinting at the sharing that is either a curious ‘yes’ or a firm ‘no’. We’ve gotten both. Some just take more convincing than others. All leave sore and happy the next morning.
She exhales. Her breath is a caress against my face. Her eyes are wide. Mouth open. She doesn’t break contact, nor do I. Both locked in on each other, while the idea sinks deeper into her mind. Into the realm of possibilities, if I’m lucky.
“You said it yourself. We are spoiled. We won’t need your money. We’d like your time. As for energy.”
This time, I do pull her toward me. Plant my other hand at her narrow waist and feel how far it flares into her wide hips. I groan, letting her know how fucking sexy I think she is. Her fingers curl into a fist, balling my shirt fabric in it.
“You’d just lie there like a fucking pillow princess. We’ll do all the work. We’ll give you everything.”
Promises I intend to keep.
With Em hurt and her a nurse, she can advise us how he can safely fuck. I’ve already thought of that. About a million fucking times. When she’s bent over his bed messing with something, and her juicy ass is in my face. Hell, I’m going to put on a damn snorkel mask and dive right in if she says yes.
But she’s silent except for licking her lips. A sign she’s attracted, contemplating it. Then she suddenly smacks my chest and takes several steps back. As if the haze of possibility has cleared.
“You play too much.”
She gives me one more look. Lingering and curious.
“You’d like to play. Admit it. Sandwiched between two hot as fuck guys. We wouldn’t hurt you if that’s what you’re worried about. We’re strong, like raging bulls sort of thing, but we’d only make you happy. Give you tons of orgasms.”
Em and I would never lay hands on a woman. Chicks worry about that sort of shit. I get how fucked up it is, but she’s not the first to be worried about being double penetrated.
“I’m not worried about mi papito and nene. At least, not in that way.”
Good.
One hurdle cleared.
“Then what is it?”
She grabs the pen stabbed into her hair bun and starts clicking the top. Nervous, I’d guess if she wasn’t staring me down. As if she could take me on. I don’t doubt she’d be feisty as hell in bed. All the more fun.
“You don’t want me in trouble, Papito? Then keep your distance.”
That’s a switch-up.
I close the gap she just made, not touching. Only close enough that her perfume edges out the antiseptic they bathe my brother in.
“Trouble’s my middle name.”
Her lips flatten, then twist. “That’s the problem. You think it’s a game. My ex thought the same. Jokes, laughs, fun until it wasn’t. Until it was my paycheck in his hand, my hours on his clock, my life on his leash.”
My anger flares. A controlling guy is an asshole with a small pee-pee. Something that neither Em nor I are. And to think some dick is being a dick to her, trying to control her spicy attitude, pisses me off even more.
“You said ex. Is he out of the picture?”
If not, he’s about to be. Her eyes flash, but not in a good way.
“Barely.”
“That’s not really an answer.”
I breathe out slowly, trying to calm my shit down.
“It is and more than I should be telling you.”
She leans one shoulder into the wall, pen finally stilled. That’s when I see the tiredness that rings her bright eyes and decide to change tactics.
“Can I buy you dinner? Go get you something to eat?”
She mutters something in Spanish under her breath and kicks off the wall, walking over to the door. I’m losing her attention fast, and I don’t like it. I follow her. She yanks on the door, getting it a few inches open before I close it again.
I smile at her anger. A flush comes to her cheeks, and I’m ready for her to get loud, bossy, and angry. Ready to throw me out of here again. She steps back, crosses her arms over her small tits, and shoves a curvy hip out. To borrow my brother’s phrase, I think I’m in love.
“Fine, Papito, bring me a cup of decent coffee that is not that brown water they serve downstairs in the cafeteria. And food that I can eat fast, that’s not full of sugar and not trash fast food.”
My smile broadens. A small win. I’d lean over and kiss her if I could. If we were something. But right now, we’re still nothing. I intend to change that every chance I get while Em’s in here.
“Done. You want real coffee or sweet coffee?”
“Strong, black, and hot.”
“Food?”
She casts me a smile of her own. Only hers looks more sinister than friendly.
“You’re a big man. You don’t miss a meal. You figure it out.”
My hand drops from the door, but neither of us moves in this high-stakes negotiation to prove myself.
“Oh, I know what I want.”
My gaze roams every thick inch of her body in those tight ass scrubs.
“I get off at seven. Don’t come a second earlier. I don’t eat cold food.”
Some bell goes off in another room. Then another code blasts over the speakers. I know she has to go, I’ve seen them all run before. But I need to seal the deal before she escapes.
“I’ll be here at 6:30.”
“No, don’t you dare show up before 7 pm, or I’ll send you home with that cold coffee and cold food.”
From the look on her face, the fidget in her feet to get the fuck out of here and help whoever needs it, she’s serious.
“7 pm, sharp it is. I’ll sit right in that chair over there, waiting for you. I’ll keep my mouth shut the whole time.”
Her chin lifts half an inch. Testing. “The whole time?”
“I sit. I shut up. I wait.”
She watches my face, as if she is looking for the boy she accused me of being and the man I’m proving to her that I am.
“Go. Before I change my mind.”
I pull the door open a crack and pause.
“You’ll look after Em though, right?”
Her eyes flicker to him. Face softens.
“I will.”
The code blares again. This time, I throw open the door, and she runs underneath my arm. Sneakers squeaking as she takes off down the hall. I look after her until she runs out of sight, then look at Em. He’s still oblivious to the deals I’m making for her, for us, for the greater good.
“Don’t worry, bro. I’ll be back.”