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“Of course, babe.”

He blew out a breath. “I feel so useless.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself.” West’s expression turned wolfish. “You should be hard on me instead.”

“Seriously?” Nix pinched the bridge of his nose. “Even with a hole in your side?”

“They sealed the hole shut,” West said. “Which is good, because I prefer yours—”

He held up a hand, instantly silencing him. “Stop.”

“Come on, Nixie. I’m a patient and your job is to take care of me so…” He pulled the blanket off his lap, exposing the tent in his pants, “take care of me.”

“Sorry, but your hospital wear doesn’t do it for me.” When it became clear a joke wasn’t going to be enough to deter West, Nix sighed. “I was really scared, okay? I thought…I don’t know what I would do if you got seriously hurt because of me.”

Not that a gunshot wound wasn’t serious.

“I should have kept my shit together no matter what Hendrix said. You’ve all managed to do that, and you’re supposed to be the ones with the short fuse,” Nix finished.

“Any idea why you couldn’t?” West asked. “It’s true that was unlike you.”

“He just pissed me off, that’s all.”

“Why? What’d he say?”

Nix lifted a single shoulder in a partial shrug. “Just crap about Lake’s parents and about Lake, that’s all.”

“Oh, well, that makes sense then.”

He frowned.

“Nixie, you literally enrolled in a new university just to avenge your cousin. Most people? They wouldn’t even consider doing that. You can do anything when it comes to protecting the people you love.”

“Did you just insinuate—”

“Maybe love is a strong word,” West grinned. “But you’ve got to admit, you’re at least heading in that direction.”

“Shut up.”

“I will if you help me.”

“With?”

West flicked his hips, laughing when Nix scowled at him. “Babe, for real. You don’t want the nurse walking in on me hard for you, do you? I’ll tell her all about how it’s your fault.”

“Go right ahead.”

“You’re blushing,” he teased. “I promise it doesn’t have to be anything major. Just give me a hand job, yeah?”

Nix really shouldn’t but…He gave a resigned sigh and moved closer, his right hand going for the elastic band of the white and blue hospital pants West was dressed in. “You get five minutes, if you don’t come by then, you’ll have to finish yourself off.”

“Wow, that’s so mean.” West’s cock jerked against Nix’s palm the second he made contact. “Good Light. Never mind. Five minutes. Sure thing, babe, just keep touching me like—” his sentence ended on a strangled sound as Nix gripped him tight at the base and then gave a solid stroke down to the tip.

His fingers were instantly lubed in precome, and he clucked his tongue, watching as West dropped his head back against the wall, his eyes slipping shut as he moaned. Nix pumped him with quick motions, reaching down with his free hand to tug the material of his pants away. The second West’s cock popped into view, he licked his lips, his ass clenching automatically.

“Sure you don’t want to—”

“Not a chance, West.”

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