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Walt
IstretchasI awaken from some of the best sleep, I’ve had this week since awaking from my coma. I look at the ceiling and take a moment to enjoy the silence in my head. There are still realizations and retaliations to consider, but the anxiety and the fear of the unknown are gone. As if I can greet the part of me that was missing for so long, I rub my chest while I catalog the important things to address. Still, the most important is right next to me.
Rolling to my side, I scoop her into spooning and inhale deeply and slowly. I missed everything about her. I even missed her getting on my nerves. She shifts a little but doesn’t wake up. I trail kisses down her cheek to her neck. I missed kissing and touching her. Everest shifts and reaches behind her head to lace her fingers in my hair. It’s her default setting. I’m convinced she’d try to fight me if I cut it off.
“Good morning, Cupcake.” I squeeze her tighter, ignoring how my erection is poking her.
One look in her eyes yesterday told me she’s not ready but other parts of her didn’t get the memo. Unconsciously, she rubs her body against my hard dick, and I dip my fingers into her hip to hold Everest in place. I’m not going to change who I am or hide my attraction to my wife just because we aren’t doing anything yet. I haven’t seen her for almost a month. My body is going to react.
She whimpers when my teeth graze the side of her neck. “Don’t start something you’re not ready to finish, baby.”
I rub against her one last time and roll out of bed. I shed my clothes, not caring about my erection. Everest grabs her glasses then rolls over and looks at me with wide eyes. It seems that this ‘version’ of me, as she calls it, scares her in that exciting way. I’m not a version. This is who I am. I’m an extreme sport and a thrill ride, so she better hold on.
Her eyes never leave my hand as it trails down my body, then cups my hard dick. I groan when I squeeze it.
“What did I just warn you about, Everie?” I’m becoming addicted to the way she stares at me. “Now, you’re the one who stares.” I smile when she averts her gaze. “No. Eyes on me. The difference is I like it.”
Everest grumbles under her breath as she pulls the covers over her head. My laughter carries me to the bathroom. She hasn’t spoken much since the day I’ve been back. I get it. Her voice is still healing, and it’s kind of cute when she speaks. It’s just above a whisper and reminds me of the jumpy woman I met at Tucker’s office.
I take my time grooming and showering so my body can cool down. I will not force her into something when she’s not comfortable.
She’s in the bathroom when I finish the shower. I open the glass door but have yet to reach for a towel. I’m too amused with the mental tug of war she’s having in her head. Everest’s desire to see my hair down and wet didn’t start when we moved into my brother’s house. It’s something she wanted the first time we met. It’s how she ended up getting fucked in and out of the shower.
Her eyes travel my way while I’m wringing the excess water out of my hair. Our eyes remain locked as I step out, wrap a towel around my waist, and walk over to her. I take the mouthwash she just used out of her hand and place it back on the countertop. Cupping her cheek, I give her one of the kisses I’d deliver when I’m trying to fuck then step back. Her eyes are glassy under her glasses, like I’m the dreamiest thing in the world. It’s fucking adorable.
“Have a good therapy session, baby.” Her surprised eyes follow me on the way out of the bathroom, so I turn to look at her once more. “Did you really think I didn’t know your schedule?”
Opting to let my hair air dry, I get dressed and make my way out of the house. One of the reasons I’ve been able to allow her the space even when I didn’t like it is because I knew she was in good hands. I know the look of a killer when I see one and Hunter would not hesitate to kill anyone stressing out his sister, even me.
His super silent ass is already dressed and drinking coffee in the kitchen.
“Stayed away any longer and I would’ve severely questioned your manliness.”
I shrugged at his greeting. Post Coma Walt was nicer than I am in a lot of ways but had to be more ruthless than I ever was before the attack. I’m curious to see how both versions get along.
“I had to find the other part of me first. Now that I have, your sister and I have an understanding.” He simply nods because he’s really not that interested in our business. “Anyway, now that I have my full memory back, I have some more stops to make, then I’ll figure out how to cut off Happy’s balls.”
“I already did that years ago,” Hunter tells me.
My respect for him grows. “Good, then I’ll cut off everything else.” I think about what he said some more. “Wait, before or after prison?”
He shrugs. “He was locked up. It just wasn’t the prison he’s in now.”
“But you can get into it?”
He gives me a look that suggests my question is juvenile. “Any prison.”
My chuckle lacks mirth. “Well, brother. I have two jailbirds who direly need visitations. How busy are you?”
“Not too busy for that. Both have wronged my sister.”
“Good to know.”
We stop talking when I hear Everest moving around upstairs like she’s preparing to come down.
“I’ll see you later,” I tell him as I back out of the kitchen.
Hunter is reason number one. I didn’t worry about Everest, but he’s not the only reason. I step outside and put on my shades. I look down the street left, then right, but don’t see anyone. Still, I lift my palm and do a ‘come here’ motion with my fingers. My phone vibrates and by the time I finish reading Rowe’s text, Mayhem is standing in front of me.
