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This was going to be so much fun.

“What’s so funny, lad?” Shayne demanded.

“Remember what I told you about payback being a bitch? Well, pucker up, asshole, because here it comes.”

Shayne closed his eyes and let out a pained groan as he dropped his head back against the headboard. “I really fucking hate being human.”

CHAPTER44

He was going to die of fucking boredom, Tristan thought as he lay there, mentally preparing himself for another long fucking night of staring at the ceiling.

He honestly wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take.

For the past two weeks, he’d been stuck in this bed with absolutely nothing to do but glare at the ceiling during the day and at night…

“I can feel you glaring,” came the sleepily murmured announcement that had his lips twitching.

“You’re supposed to be sleeping,” Tristan said, turning his head to find his incredibly beautiful wife rolling onto her side so that she was facing him.

“So are you,” Marty pointed out as she reached over and gently traced his jaw with her fingertips.

“I was waiting,” Tristan said, reaching up with his good hand and placed his hand over hers.

“For?” Marty asked as he brought their hands closer and pressed his lips against the palm of her hand.

“You to entertain me,” he said, watching her lips twitch.

“Is that what I’m supposed to be doing?” Marty asked as he brought their hands down to rest on his stomach.

“It was in our vows,” Tristan said as Marty pulled her hand free so that she could place it over his.

“I don’t seem to remember that part,” she said, absently tracing circles on the back of his hand with her fingertip.

“It was in the fine print,” he assured her.

“I see,” Marty murmured while she continued tracing circles on the back of his hand.

“Do you?” Tristan asked, watching as a strand of her beautiful, dark hair dropped into her face. He moved to reach over to push the strand back behind her ear only to sigh heavily when the sling and bandage securing his arm to his chest stopped him.

Nodding, Marty pulled her hand back and pushed the strand behind her ear as she sat up only to tear a groan from him when she climbed onto his lap and settled back on his thighs. “I have an idea,” she said while Tristan reached back and grabbed a pillow and shoved it behind his head.

“And what’s that?” Tristan drawled, shifting to get more comfortable as he took in his old police academy tee-shirt that his wife helped herself to that ended mid-thigh.

“That you allow me to interrogate you while you look at me adoringly,” Marty said, making his lips twitch as he watched her pull her hair up into a messy bun before running his eyes over her, taking in the mischievous glint in her eye, the smile teasing her lips down to the way the soft cotton material outlined her breasts that he swore were bigger and couldn’t help but groan.

Six incredibly long weeks without being allowed to touch her was fucking killing him.

He missed touching her, kissing her, the way that she used to run her hands over him, moaning softly in his ear while he took his time teasing her, and just how fucking good it felt to slide inside her. He’d spent the first two weeks in the ICU, drugged out of his fucking mind and struggling to keep his eyes open while she’d held his hand.

That was followed by spending two weeks in a regular room, where his brothers annoyed the shit out of him for shits and giggles before they released him. He’d planned on getting off medical and back to work as soon as he got home, but his wife had other plans…

As soon as he walked through the front door, his brothers grabbed hold of him and brought him upstairs, dumping his ass on the bed. When he shoved their hands away and climbed off the bed, they’d let him make it to the door before they grabbed him and put him right back on the bed. They kept doing that until he was too fucking exhausted to do anything more than to tell them to fuck off before he passed out.

Since then, they’d watched over him, making sure that he didn’t leave the bed unless it was absolutely necessary and even then, they made sure that he didn’t do anything that would send him back to the hospital and it was all because of the incredibly beautiful woman that he couldn’t live without.

“What do you want to know?” Tristan murmured absently as he finished running his eyes over her.

“Everything,” Marty said, making his lips twitch as he placed his good hand on her thigh and nearly fucking groaned.

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