Page 130 of Chasing Sarah

The doctor clears his throat, averting his eyes to the computer attached to the wall next to the bed. I know I look like a wreck, but I’ll be damned if I leave Rhys’ side now.

The doctor leaves after doing a physical exam and going over the plan for the remainder of Rhys’ stay now that he’s awake.

My fingers absentmindedly stroke the bandage on his chest. The room is quiet aside from the steady beeping of the machines attached to Rhys.

“Tell me what happened,” Rhys says, playing with the ends of my hair.

And I do.

He holds me - comforts me - while I fall apart again and again. My brothers’ deaths are truly final.

They’re never coming back.

I’ve spent years masking my pain, hiding the broken version of me for so long that I wasn’t sure how to let anyone in. Then Rhys came along, and it was like I could breathe again. Letting him in, letting him see those shattered pieces was like second nature, despite how much I wanted to fight it.

After having experienced what losing Rhys would be like, I will never hide from him again.

It’s been a week since I was released from the hospital and life has been boring as shit.

I feel good, ready to go back to work, but Sarah has persistently blocked any attempts at leaving the penthouse.

The only blessing about being confined to these four walls is that I’ve fucked my woman on every surface in here. I’ve woken up every day with her lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me dry. I’ve gotten to watch as my cum seeps out of her tight little pussy that is red and swollen from being thoroughly fucked.

She’s still wary about my wound, but I’ve made it clear to herthat I’m healed enough to fuck her how she deserves.

Our skin is littered with handprints and bite marks, you’d think we’d been attacked by wild animals.

My arm is draped over Sarah’s waist, her ass is pressed against my already hard length. The feel of her naked flesh against mine brings me a sense of peace that I didn’t know was attainable.

Sarah’s chest rises and falls in slow rhythmic breaths. I smile at the soft snores that fall from her plump lips.

Who knew making a deal with the devil would lead to finding an angel?

To finding the brightest star in the darkest of nights.

This woman is going to be my wife and the mother of my children. I have zero doubts about the future I will have with her.

My phone rings from where it sits on the nightstand. Sarah stirs, groaning in annoyance.

“Whyyy?” she whines.

Chuckling, I plant a kiss to her bare shoulder.

“Stay right where you are, I’ll be quick,” I whisper, kissing her again on the neck before climbing out of bed.

I swipe my phone from the nightstand and exit the room.

“Aye?” I grunt.

“Some woman named Karley is here looking for Sarah.”

Shit. I forgot about her.

“Give me 5 minutes, then send her up.”

“Aye, sir.”

After getting rid of Bones, effectively closing the bar Sarah worked at, I had to come up with a plan for her friend-slash-coworker.

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