Page 54 of Making Choices

“Well, she did. Tried to hide it, but you know what Hunter’s like—he sussed her out pretty quick.”

“It wasn’t my intention.” My lie is ash on my tongue.

“Mmm hmm.” Fret rolls his eyes. “Keep tellin’ yourself that.”

The sound of a familiar voice speaking outside Fret’s hospital room catches my attention. Although I can see he has a dozen more thoughts about me and his sister to share, I spin on my heel, yank the door open, and stomp out into the brightly lit hallway.

“Thought we’d seen the back of you,” I greet Jack. His right arm is in a sling and he has a bunch of prongs and screws poking out the top of his forearm and hand. With a deliberately slow look at his injured limb, I quip, “Pretty sure you’re useless as tits on a bull with your arm all fucked up, doc.”

I expect him to attempt to insult me.

Maybe take a swing.

Pull a gun.

He doesn’t do any of those things.

Instead he holds a finger to his lips and shakes his head. “Hush now, peasant. I’m early for a date with my registrar, and I’d hate for you to give away my surprise.”

Without another word, he walks off. I remain standing outside Fret’s room as I watch him slip into an obviously empty hospital room. The door closes behind, the slats of the blind rattling in his wake. For a couple of minutes, I’m stuck in two minds. My feet frozen to the floor. Then the hesitation leaves me, and I follow after him.

The blind is slightly ajar and the light from the hall makes it hard to see.

Even so, I can make out two people.

One, the redhead, is on her knees.

The other, Jack, leans back against the wall as Bebe takes his length down her throat.

He notices me straightaway but doesn’t react. I watch them. Observe how he treats her with the same lack of care I exhibited during the blow job she gave me. He forces her to gag. Makes her eyes water. Cuts off her air with his fingers on either side of her windpipe.

Eventually, as she brings him to the cusp, Jack fists her hair and uses it to tilt her head so she can see me standing outside the door. Shock widens Bebe’s eyes, then she surprises me by slipping a hand down the elasticised waistband of her pants.

As her boss comes down her throat, she bucks against her fingers and chases her own release.

With Fret’s harsh words and Toker’s grim warnings bouncing around my head, I twist the doorknob and let myself into the room with them. Jack snickers. He frees himself from her mouth and tucks his dick away. Bebe pulls up his zipper when it becomes clear he can’t manage it. He gives her a light slap on the cheek before approaching me.

“She’s all warmed up for you, biker. Enjoy my sloppy seconds.”

“Fuck you, Jack,” Bebe hisses from the floor. “You don’t tell me who to fuck.”

The man draws in a sharp breath then chuckles. “Bumblebee, we both know that’s not true.” He punches me in the bicep with his left hand as he passes me on his way out of the room. “I’d advise you lock the door after me… you never know what kind of trash is creeping around the hospital at this time of the night.”

“He’s fuckin’ insane,” I tell Bebe once Jack has shut the door behind himself.

“You don’t know the half of it.”

“So, bumblebee—”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Sure thing, doll,” I drawl sarcastically. “It looks like the crazy fuck left ya hangin’.”

“Are you offering to do something about it?” Bebe smirks as she gets off her knees.

Her hair is a mess from Jack’s harsh grip, mascara streaked under eyes, her mouth swollen. I decide that she’s prettier this way, mussed up and undone, so I run my thumb over her lower lip and smear her lipstick across her cheek some more. “We do this, we do it my way. None of your reciprocatin’ bullshit.”

The hole in my chest that belongs to Cherub gapes wider as I pronounce the word that’s been stalking me for almost two weeks. I ignore it as I intertwine my fingers in the tiny doctor’s locks and force her to tip her head backward. Stooping low, I run my nose along the column of her throat and across her sharp jaw until my mouth is level with her ear. “You ready to go slummin’ with me?”

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