“I’ll be the perfect patient,” I smirked up at her. “You just wait and see.”
She pursed her lips but cracked a smile with a proud nod, “Go home and live your beautiful life, Frankie.”
I smiled back, glancing up at Eli, standing behind me, hands on the wheelchair ready to break me free from my prison. “You heard her, let’s get out of here.”
He pushed me to where his truck waited on the curb, locked the brakes and came around to lift me effortlessly from the seat. I used to worry about hurting my men when they’d insist on carrying me or manhandling me, but now, I simply sat back and let them do it.
They both proved they could carry my curvy ass around, and I was done pretending that I didn’t love every second in their arms.
What I didn’t love were the burns covering both of my lower legs and feet.
Those were a real fucking bitch that made existing pretty miserable, but I would not complain. The alternative was too crude comparatively.
Besides, it meant that the guys stayed close, taking care of me and spending quality time with me non-stop.
Which my black, dark soul was eating up like an aphrodisiac-laced catnip.
I loved being doted on by Travis and Eli.
“What are you masterminding up in that pretty head of yours?” Eli asked as he gently set me in the front seat of his truck, lingering in the open doorway as I shrugged with a smirk.
“Nothing proper.” I mused, and his stare darkened as I winked at him. “I can’t wait to be in our bed again, that’s all.”
“Hmm,” He hummed, unconvinced. “Well, don’t let those thoughts stray too far, because Travis and I are sleeping on the couches while you heal.”
I gasped, making a deliciously dramatic noise, clutching my chest in outrage and slapped his arm. “Don’t be so cruel, my fragile heart can’t take it.”
He snorted, leaning in to kiss me, lingering just long enough to make me melt before he pulled back and winked at me. “Recovery, Frankie.” He mused, shutting the door with a resounding thud before walking around to his side, “You heard what the doctor said.”
I snorted in disbelief as he pulled the truck out of the hospital parking lot, aiming it toward home, where my babies and Travis waited for us. “Yeah, but that’s just what they have to say?—”
“No.” He shook his head, reaching across the center console, that I hated being down, taking my usual seat in the center, “Not a chance. Six weeks. Minimum.”
Now my gasp was more of an outraged gurgle of incredulity, but he wouldn’t waver, staring out the front window, while his thumb rubbed back and forth over my knuckle.
Like hell I was going six weeks without sex.
My feet were broken.
Not my vagina.
I didn’t argue with him, because it wouldn’t do me any good in the truck on the way home, my mind was too distracted with seeing my babies and snuggling with them on our couch instead of in my hospital bed like I’d been forced to do for the last week.
Besides, it wasn’t like he was the only one with a dick I could ride in the house.
And he always came around to my wicked ways when I was naked, getting fucked.
I obediently rode home, touching him only on the hand, and he looked at me out of the corner of his eye, as if he was expecting me to keep trying to persuade him.
But I didn’t.
I was the perfect and patient girlfriend.
For now.
As soon as we pulled into the driveway, clearing the dense trees and breaking through up near the house, my heart rate sped up with excitement for a different reason.
“Welcome home, Black Cat.” Eli smiled, leaning over the console to kiss me once again, teasing me.
