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I pull back and run my finger down the path of hickeys I’ve just placed, and he groans again at the sensation. My little pain whore.

“Fucking beautiful. When we get home, I’m gonna decorate that hot little body of yours in my marks. You’ll never live another day without it.”

“I want nothing more.”

48

KAI

Today is the day I finally get to leave the hospital. Two weeks with no privacy, constantly being prodded and questioned, and being persistently horny, has me all excited to go home. I’m still a little tender from where I was stabbed, but the scar is healing nicely, according to doctors, and I’m off the pain meds. The nurses were a little alarmed when they saw the sudden array of bruising on my neck and thighs, thinking something was wrong. Jules not so subtly explained what they were and I haven’t been able to stop blushing since. Mom hasn’t tried visiting, but has texted me daily to see how I am. She won’t come near me if Jules is here, and that’s her choice. I’m never pushing him away again. He’s my heart and lungs. My life. I don’t want to live if it’s not with him. Unhealthy? Hell fucking yes. But I don’t care. As long as I have him around me I don’t need anyone or anything else. For the first time in years, I’m strong, I believe in who I am and what I want. I’m not ashamed of us or what we are. To have the ability to finally do what makes me happy and not to worry about the other shit is so damn liberating, and I can’t wait to start life with Jules properly.

“Ready to go?”

I look over at Jules, and fuck, it takes all my energy not to pounce on him. He’s looking extra damn hot today. Dressed all in black. Black jeans, black sweater, all finished off with the dick melting leather jacket.

“Stop looking at me like that, unless you want me to fuck you in front of the nurses.”

“I can’t help it. I’m horny.”

Jules grabs me and pulls me into his body. My cock has been hard nearly all day every day with him around, so I don’t try to hide it anymore.

“Hmm, sounds like my pretty little whore is back and looking for a good fucking. Is that what you want, to lay back while I make you feel good?” he growls into my ear and I can’t stop the whine that leaves my mouth.

“Please don’t call me that in public.”

Jules chuckles and kisses down my neck, sucking gently over the bruise that already decorates my skin, making the throb from the soreness travel down to my cock.

“Why? That’s what you are, my pretty pillow whore.”

“Stop! It makes me all fuzzy when you call me that and I don’t want anyone knowing that part of me. Only you.”

“As you wish. Let’s get your gorgeous ass home. Aaron and Seb are getting on my nerves with all the texting asking when you’re getting home.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I encourage you to spend more time with Seb, I don’t want you morphing into a stabby version of Aaron.”

I laugh at that. The boys have been great, they’ve both texted me every day and it’s a nice feeling. That someone gives a shit and is excited to see me again.

“What about Dima?”

‘Don’t worry about him. He told me to bring you back. I’m sure it’s all gonna be fine, and if not, we’ll leave.”

And boy does that send a wave of contentment over me. He’s with me in everything.

“You’re right. Let’s get out of here.”

In the new clothes Jules has bought me because he decided to leave my other stuff at my mom’s, we don’t have anything to carry. A huge gust of cold air hits my face as we walk out of the hospital, and I inhale the air until it chills my lungs, because let’s face it, I’m lucky I’m walking out of here alive, and I plan to enjoy every second life gives me.

“Kai!” my mom’s voice shouts out as she runs over to us. This is the first time in my life I don’t know how to act with her. She’s my mom, but not the mom I thought she was. The decision of what to do is taken out of my hands as she ignores Jules and hugs me tightly.

“I was hoping to see you. Can we talk? Alone?”

Jules snorts behind me but says nothing.

“You can say whatever you want to say in front of Jules, I want him here.”

“It isn’t a lot to ask to have a private conversation. Surely you can bear to be apart, unless he won’t let you.”

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