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“It’s normal to feel nauseous after everything you’ve been through,” I try to soothe, some of those past memories resurfacing. “The pain medication alone can suppress your appetite. When’s the last time you had a dose?”
He shakes his head. “I can’t remember. They knock me out, then make me groggy when I wake up. The best pain medicine is my wife. You should stay the night with me.”
“Overnights aren’t allowed. You know that.” He’s only asked a dozen times.
“They’ll make an exception for me. Then tomorrow—”
“Tomorrow I have work.”
“You can miss a day.”
“I’ve already missed two.”
“I don’t like us being apart.”
Every time he says something like this, all I can think about is what Reece told me. How did Reece fucking me even come up? Was it Reece’s suggestion? Or Kordin’s?
I don’t trust either of them.
“If that’s true, what were you doing out of bed?” I ask, unable to hold back any longer. We haven’t had the time or privacy to have this conversation, and I was waiting until he was feeling better, but since he seems to be justfullof piss and vinegar today, I guess now’s as good a time as any.
Besides, it’d look worse if I didn’t bring it up at all. Lenox Debrosse is meek but not that meek.
“Are you talking about when I was stressed and needed to decompress?”
“That’s what you call decompressing?”
“Lenox, honey.” He smacks his lips. “That was nothing. What you saw, it wasn’t what it looked like. Those porn sites are designed to look realistic.”
I hold his stare. He doesn’t deserve forgiveness, especially not after such a weak defense. I’m not an idiot. I know exactly what I saw and it wasn’t a porn site.
But this is a mere battle, one he can have, because I’m focused on winning the war.
“Why didn’t you come to me? I could’ve helped you.”
“You can help me right now.” The sheet over his crotch begins rising.
“Kordin… They just removed your chest tube yesterday.”
“I’ve been stuck in here for a week. I have needs.”
I take in my battered husband in his hospital bed.
Considering it’s been over a month since he even pretended to care about my needs—longer since he met them—I really don’t have any sympathy to spare him for his recent orgasm drought.
Boo.
Fucking.
Hoo.
“There’s a guard right outside,” I say like that’d ever actually stop me. I’ve fucked in front of an audience before and didn’t feel embarrassed. That was for money though.
Even if it wasn’t for money, I still don’t think I’d be ashamed. Not if I was fucking someone I wanted to fuck. What Reece and I did in my office yesterday was fairly public and I didn’t feel an ounce of shame.
Maybe Reece feels ashamed. He is engaged after all. To a possibly pregnant “twelve.”
“He’s paid to protect me, not cock-block me,” Kordin says while pulling the thin sheet down his beat-up body, revealing the tented gown beneath.
