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CHAPTER THIRTY

Brick

Brick only spent one night at the hospital, but it was enough to make him glad he’d ponied up the money for healthcare coverage this year. It really did pay to have insurance. He was surely the only guy on Sucre’s crew with a PPO. Of course, there was no crew left anymore.

Olivia hadn’t left his side the entire time he was there, and she desperately needed some real sleep. They shared a car to her place, while her sister stayed with Will. Olivia had peeked in on her brother before they left, but he was still heavily medicated and unconscious. She’d return later to give Izzy a break. In the meantime, he’d make sure she got some rest herself.

They stumbled into her shower, and he barely got a chance to enjoy the warm press of her skin before they got out again. The baser part of him wanted to make love to her now, to prove to himself she was whole and his, but her wan face and the circles under her eyes convinced him to take the high road.

They tumbled into her bed without a stitch on, but they both fell asleep in minutes.

He woke up with Olivia’s back to his chest, her breast in his hand, and her round ass cozied up next to his cock. His very hard cock. The last time he’d woken up this way, he couldn’t have her. This time, it was a different story.

Without jostling his girl, he leaned back to the nightstand and grabbed one of her condoms. After sliding it on, he returned to his position at her back. His hand crept back to her breast.

He trapped her nipple between his middle and index fingers, plucking it gently. Moaning, she arched her back, thrusting her ass against his dick. His hand traveled leisurely down her flat stomach, over her mound to her bare, sweet pussy. She was slick, wet, and ready to take him.

Without prompting, Olivia lifted her leg, sliding it up, over his thigh, clearing the way for him to push himself inside. He’d meant to go slow, to glide his thickness over the sweet valley between her thighs, but his cock drove home on the first thrust.

A groan escaped his throat. Making love to this woman was like nothing he’d ever felt before. It was more than his dick, more than his body; his soul connected with hers. His heart beat for her. If anyone had ever described sex to him that way before, he would have never believed it.

It seemed love made all the difference.

His fingers rubbed at her clit as his cock filled her up. “You feel so good, baby. I’m not gonna last.”

She turned her head, giving him her profile. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “We have all the time in the world.”

Her words lit a match to the lust ready to ignite in his veins. Still, he was determined to get her there with him. He rubbed harder, faster, his fingers flying over the center of her pleasure. It wasn’t until she cried out, he allowed himself to come with her, her contracting walls heightening his pleasure.

He kept her in his arms when they finished. “I wish I could always wake up this way.”

“You can,” she sighed sleepily. “All you have to do is ask.”

Though Olivia fell back asleep, her words kept him awake far longer.

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Liv

Will looked so young and fragile lying in his hospital bed, hooked up to IVs and machines. A four-year age difference had seemed so much when Liv was growing up, and when both their parents died, he was the protector and provider all rolled into one.

She could have lost him last night.

Izzy sat vigil in the chair next to his bed. The doctors had moved him to a private room while Liv was home sleeping the day away. She’d bet all the money in her bank account Iz hadn’t slept a wink.

“You need to go home and get some dinner and sleep,” she said gently, resting her hand on her sister’s shoulder. “It’s already six o’clock.”

“What if he wakes up?” Izzy rubbed her eyes. “What if he doesn’t? What if he needs me and I’m not here?”

As much as she loved both her siblings, there was a special bond between the two of them she didn’t always understand. It had been even stronger since Will had gotten out of jail. She didn’t begrudge them; she knew there was enough love in their family to go around.

“I’ll be here, Iz. I know you want to stay, but you’re no good to him this way.” Deep circles ringed beneath Izzy’s eyes, and her hands trembled. “Grab a few hours of shut-eye. Take a shower. Come back in the morning. I promise I’ll call you if anything happens during the night.”

With one last mournful look at their brother, Izzy stood and trudged out of the room, leaving Liv alone to watch over him.

The wait lasted only a few hours. Around nine, Will’s hand twitched. A few minutes later, his eyelids crept open. It took a little while for him to process his surroundings, but once he did, he tugged on the tube taped to his mouth.

“Will, no. The tube’s helping you breathe.”

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