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“You can. I don’t mind helping. I’d rather people get good medical care than shitty care and end up with an infection or worse.”
JJ nodded. “I’ll see you out.”
They left and took the tension in the air with them. Well, with JJ. Corbin was the calmest one in the room.
I dropped my head back onto the cot. It was like a murderous soap opera in here.
Perry sat on one side of me, Peyton on the other. “They had to have fucked, right?” Peyton asked.
Perry held up his hand. “I don’t want to know.”
Both men eyed me with concern.
“Can we finally go home?” I mumbled. “I’m tired and this cot smells like I need a shot from just lying on it.”
“It’s clean, Dom,” JJ said, coming back into the room. “Though next time you’re unconscious and bleeding, I’ll just leave you on the cement.”
I lifted my shaky hand to give him the finger.
He chuckled. “Come on. Let’s get you three out of here. I need to go clean the bay.”
“All done,” a guy said from the hall. He gave me a small smile. “Hi, I’m Val.”
“Dom.” I waved pathetically then whimpered because, fuck, my arm.
“All right. That’s enough of this.” Peyton put his uninjured arm under my legs and his other around my back to lift me. I held on to him even though it hurt. He didn’t need to cause himself more pain, but I wasn’t going to complain about being tucked up close to his chest.
We walked outside, the cold air biting into my skin and making my head ache from the bitter chill. I burrowed closer, wanting to absorb Peyton’s warmth into myself.
Greer was there with the back door to the SUV opened.
“Where were you?” Peyton asked.
“Someone had to calm Dex down.”
“You’ve got a bit of beard burn on your cheek, brother.”
Greer ducked his head. “Shut up. Dex doesn’t have a beard and we don’t kiss.”
“He’s got scruff.”
“I’m going to need someone to catch me up when I’m more lucid because this is wildly confusing,” I said as Peyton was sliding me into the back of the SUV.
“You got it, vixen.” He pressed a kiss to my lips and sat on the seat with my legs on his lap. Perry got in on the other side to put my head on his. Greer took the driver’s seat and drove us away from the curb.
“Where are we going?” I didn’t want to go back to my apartment. It would be lonely there and I didn’t want to be by myself.
“Home,” Perry said. “We’re going home.”
31
PERRY
Taking off from work on Friday wasn’t easy. I still had to field calls and do other shit. But I could do it from the fortress, where the three of us stayed since bringing Dominic back with us late Thursday night. Now it was Sunday. My body wasn’t as sore, though I did have a big bruise from landing hard on the concrete. It was nothing compared to the wound on Peyton’s arm or the one on Dominic’s leg. At least the drug was fully out of Dominic’s system. He seemed fine in that sense, not drowsy any longer.
Greer cooked us breakfast this morning then promptly left the room after eating. Dominic, Peyton, and I were like live wires full of sexual tension. All we’d done since we got here on Thursday was sleep and cohabitate. There were long embraces, lots of gentle kisses, no sex or getting off though. I couldn’t speak for the two of them, but my dick was a steel rod in my sweatpants. I couldn’t be in the same bed as them for that long and not want to do anything. Peyton kept putting a halt to it every time Dominic or I brought up something as simple as mutual hand jobs. He said we had to heal.
I was walking upstairs, needing to put some space between them and me, so I didn’t combust, when I heard Peyton behind me. Dominic walked a lot lighter than him, and Greer had disappeared into the gym downstairs.
