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“Oh fuck, Lukas. I’m so close.”
“Come on, baby. Give it to me. I want your hot cum spread all over me.” I moan hard as he starts to twitch and pulsate in my hand, cum spurting, as I squeeze every last drop from him. His orgasm sets off mine and I hold him harder against me as I thrust up, sinking my teeth into the top of his muscular peck. My climax explodes and I empty inside him in wave after toe-curling wave of pleasure.
We stay like that for a while, riding out the aftershocks, holding each other like we’ll never let go again.
I sigh contentedly. Home indeed.
Bennet
I’m extremely tempted to help with the bath, but I know my limits. Seeing her naked is going to do two things, and for someone with my personality, turned on and angry are not a good mix. I consider watching, because the torment would be delicious, but I think better of it. She certainly doesn’t need an audience to make her uncomfortable.
I’m probably the only sick bastard twisted enough to be lusting after her like this.
To distract myself, I grab Jackson and suggest we check out the office situation. On our way downstairs, I put the envelope with the DNA swabs on an entryway table next to the front door.
Jackson leads me into a small room down a hallway from the casual sitting room. There is one small window, but other than that it’s a simple, square room with white walls and the same grey oak flooring as the rest of the house. There is an L-shaped desk in the corner and a table with an old fax machine and a phone. It’s a little dusty but it’ll work.
“This will work perfectly.”
Jackson excuses himself for a moment, coming back with a few dust rags and some cleaning spray. I grab a rag and get to work.
Despite what people may think of me, I’m no stranger to doing things myself. I’m not a big fan of people invading my personal space, so I do all my own cleaning. Admittedly, I do typically use a laundry service or dry cleaning and I use a meal delivery service, but it’s rare that anyone comes into my home. The only exception is the few times my secretary has come by to deliver something, and my father has stopped by maybe twice in the past few years since I moved out of his house and into my penthouse.
Thinking about my father… It's odd that he hasn’t called me back yet. I called his office, intending to schedule a lunch meeting to “catch up” and hopefully keep him off my back, but his secretary said that he was still out of town and wasn’t sure when to expect him back. I should be relieved, but something about his sudden silence is giving me a bad feeling. Letting people off the hook like that isn’t in his wheelhouse.
Jackson and I spend a couple hours cleaning up the space and transferring boxes from my room upstairs. Once the room is set up enough, it’s about lunchtime. Feeding our patient is a top priority if we’re to get her well. I’ve already had extensive conversations with Mrs. Coolson about nutrition. It’s become a bit of an obsession, I’m aware.
Jackson checks with Mrs. Coolson about lunch, and I run upstairs to gather the crew. When I get upstairs, Micah and Lukas are coming out of Micah’s room looking freshly showered and serene. Even Lukas’ normally serious countenance is cheerful. I tell them about lunch, and they head downstairs.
Her door is open, so I step in and see that she has fallen asleep on the couch with her head on Luis’ chest, his arm wrapped around her. He’s gazing at the top of her head with a worried look, his brow furrowed.
“How long has she been out?”
“Not long, maybe half an hour,” he whispers.
“I’m awake,” she rouses groggily. She sits up and rubs the sleep from her eyes. Her much cleaner and blonder hair is braided over to one side, the rest of her head covered in another beanie. She was beautiful before, but all those bandages and blood hid how remarkably perfect her features are. Her face is perfectly symmetrical, with big beautiful eyes, a straight nose, and plump pink lips that pull up into a smile when she sees me.
“Sorry if we woke you,” I tell her. “It’s time for some lunch though, so I thought I’d come get you.”
Six stands, stretching as she makes her way towards me. “No, that’s great, I am a bit hungry.”
I hold the door open for her to follow me out, contemplating reaching for her hand. I put my hand firmly in my pocket instead.
She attempts to bypass the elevator, heading right for the stairs, but Luis pulls her back. He gives her an eyebrow that seems to convey a message of “yeah right” and swoops her up into his arms.
“I can walk, you know,” she says, but she doesn’t seem too upset.
Luis murmurs something that I can’t hear, making her giggle in an incredibly girly way that makes my cock twitch. There is truly something wrong with me.
We meet the rest of the guys in the dining room where Mrs. Coolson has set out a full spread of salads, fruit, and sandwich ingredients. Luis finally sets the girl down, and we all file around the little buffet, loading up our plates. I notice her swallowing her pills, and it’s a good reminder of why we’re here.
Recovery, Bennet. Recovery. And eventually, figuring out what happened to her.
Putting my plate down, I slip into the kitchen quickly while everyone else is getting situated. I had some special protein shakes delivered to help her gain weight while she’s recovering. Mrs. Coolson seems to know exactly what I’m looking for, taking a bottle out of the fridge and passing it to me with a smile. There’s a glass with ice and a straw on the kitchen island, so she was obviously already working on making sure our girl got what she needs. I thank her profusely, not wanting to offend her with my impatience.
I drop the glass in front of our girl on my way to my own seat at the end of the table. She looks up at me with confusion, so I explain what it is.
“It’s a protein shake to help you gain weight,” I explain plainly.
