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“That's about all I can do here tonight. I'll call in the morning before I come by. If there are any positive changes, I think we should consider taking him off the ventilator. It's risky, but being forced to breathe on his own could possibly wake him from his coma, and it'll also be a good test of brain activity.” He says his goodnights and sees himself out.
“What does he mean by testing his brain activity?” Six asks, scooting under the covers to lay as close to Bennet as she can without leaning on him.
Lukas looks up from his phone. “From what I understand, if he doesn't breathe on his own, that would mean no brain activity, right?” He looks to Micah to answer.
“It's a test to determine brain death, yes.”
We all stare at Bennet. I feel like I'm underwater.
“We might as well get some sleep,” Micah suggests. “Six, you're staying in here, obviously. Luis, you good?”
“Yeah, we know where you are if we need you.”
After saying our goodnights and kissing Six, who is nearly half asleep already, I follow Micah and Lukas out and close the door behind us.
I'm halfway to my room down the hall from theirs when Lukas calls out.
“Hey, you seem a little off. You okay?”
Mrs. Coolson's words reverberate through my head, but I'm too tired to talk about it. What I really want to do is go for a run or a hike, or a plane ride to somewhere with big mountains and few people. Sometimes getting the nervous energy out is all it takes.
“Yeah, I'm fine. Just in my head a bit.”
Micah and Lukas exchange a look, a silent conversation that ends in a quick raise of an eyebrow and a small tilt of Lukas' head towards their room.
“Would you want to come hang out in our room for a while?”
The question is innocent, the implications are anything but. Then it occurs to me exactly what I need to shake myself out of this headspace.
“Yeah, that sounds good.”
Micah
In true Lukas form, he mentioned earlier that he thought Jackson seemed to be acting a little odd. We'd wanted to talk it out with him, and now seemed as good a time as any.
Only it's very clear that Jackson isn't here to talk. After following us into our room, where I thought we might share a beer and chat to wind down after a long and crazy day, Jackson just starts stripping.
I'm a little taken aback at first, but after sharing an amused shrug with Lukas, we just decide to go with it. After all, the sight of his body definitely does something for me. Jackson has a sort of golden boy surfer attitude, but his body is hard from years of labor, climbing mountains, and hiking. His thighs and ass are muscular and his cock is nothing to scoff at. I like the way it curves just slightly to the side.
We've played around a lot at this point, but I'm not sure how far he's wanting to take it, so we'll let him take the lead. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to feel that cock inside me, though. I've been curious ever since I heard him ravage Six in the woods, and more so since we played at the borrowed safe house.
“What are you hoping for here?” Lukas asks Jackson in a low voice. My mouth waters. Here we go.
“I'm looking for one or both of you to knock me out of my head.”
“Do you feel you're in the right headspace to make rational decisions? We wouldn't want you to regret anything after.”
“I made the decision the day you swallowed my balls and stuck your fingers in my ass.”
I smirk up at Lukas. “I suppose he has a point there.”
“I have to check,” he says to me with a shrug, turning his attention back to Jackson. “So tell us what you want.”
Drooooool.
“Well, for starters, you two could get with the program and strip.”
Damn. Someone is all fired up and sassy tonight. I'm not mad at it.
