“Only the part where you broke your promise. I mean, sure. You destroyed the window and whatever poor statue was on the dresser, but this bed?” She reached back and knocked on the headboard. “Still intact.”
“True, but you’re forgetting one important point.” I rolled on top of her and lowered my mouth to her nipples, sucking and biting one, then the other, teasing her until my cock was rock hard again and she was wet and willing, all wound up for another round.
Then, pulling back just long enough to see the light in her eyes as I slid right back inside her, I said, “Thatwas just the appetizer, babygirl. We ain’t evencloseto the main course yet.”
5
JAX
Tremors wracked Saint’s body as I tried in vain to get him to lie still. I’d cleaned him up as best I could and put him in my bed; I was pretty sure he’d stashed a supply of Black in his room and there was no fucking way I’d risk him ingesting more of the shit.
He’d suffer hard the next couple of nights, but it was the only way through it. We needed to dry him out.
“Jax,” he said, his eyes frantic in the dark. “Jax. I just need… a little. Two or three to help with the…” He clenched his gut, doubling over in pain. “Please, Jax. I know you’ve got some on you. Just a couple. Then I won’t ask again.”
“No.”
“Fine. One. One lousy fucking p-p-pill. That’s it.”
The request fell on deaf ears.
I pulled a chair up next to the bed and pressed a cold cloth to his forehead. His temperature was spiking, and if I didn’t get it under control, he might start hallucinating, which would make all this a hundred times worse.
“Please, brother.” He grabbed my wrist, desperation flooding his eyes. “I need it to feel better. Help… help me f-f-feel… better.”
“I don’t want you tofeelbetter, Saint. I want you togetbetter. And unfortunately for you, getting better is going to feel like shit for a good, long while. Now stop fighting me and try to relax.”
“F-fuck you,” he gritted out, jaw clenching against some new wave of pain.
“Pretty sure I’m already fucked, brother.”
“You’re so… so smug. I hate myself, Jax. I… I… I hate the man I’ve… I’m not… Is that what you want to hear? Does it… does it makeyouf-f-feel better? Better than me? You… you fuckingareb-b-better and you know it, so… fuck you. Fuck…Fuck!” He kicked off all the blankets, his whole body contorting against another bolt of pain.
Every movement, every groan of misery sent a burst of agony through my chest. I didn’t even have the strength to argue with him. To yell back. To tell him just how badly he’d fucked up this time.
Maybe because deep down, I knew I’d fucked up too.
I should have seen this coming. I should’ve been able to stop him tonight before he got so out of control. I could’ve made up some bullshit story to get him out of the facility earlier, or… hell, I don’t know. Knocked him out with a few hawthorn stakes to the chest.Something.
“It hurts,” he moaned, tears filling his eyes.
Fuck.
“Deep breaths, Saint,” I said softly, repositioning the cloth. “In and out.”
He tried to do as I asked, but the trembling was so violent, he couldn’t maintain steady breathing. Fear clung to him like the blood still blackening his teeth, still streaking his silver hair.
He really was drowning, just like Haley had said.
Her blood had done its job, neutralizing a good deal of the Black he’d ingested from the Dreamers. But now his system was starving for the drugs again, and there was nothing we could do but try to keep him comfortable as he went through his withdrawal.
I’d never seen him in such rough shape. In so much abject pain.
Another spasm gripped him, this one so vicious I had to lay across his body to keep him from flinging himself off the bed.
After an eternity, it finally passed, taking most of his remaining energy with it.
I sat back down and blew out a breath. Maybe now he could just pass out. Sleep. Give his body a chance to start healing.
