Page 18 of Dirty, Bruised Martini
I have never laid a finger on a woman except in pleasure, but that was the closest I’d ever come when she told me you didn’t need someone to sit with you. Complaining that it was an uncomplicated procedure and no need for you to act like a baby. That emotional hysterics are completely unnecessary.
Fuck that.
Fuck her.
She had no fucking clue what you’ve been through. And I was damn sure willing to let her know. To give her a tiny taste of the abuse you endured when I raged at her with my mouth since I didn’t have anyone to demonstrate with my fists or my gun how fucking furious I was.
Finally, it was her crying like a baby. Good, you fucking weep, you cruel bitch. You sob long and hard and inconsolable just like you abandoned her to do.
After I kicked her ass out, I finally got the good nurse in here. The woman who actually cares about her patients and doesn’t belittle them. Who helped prop you up while I slid underneath so I was holding you rosy girl. No one else but me. You slept hard from exhaustion and the sedative she pumped into your IV. This time when you woke up, you were safe in my arms again. Then and for as long as you need to be. I promise I won’t ever leave you again.
I think about my cock when you cling to me.
My hard, hungry, desperate cock. I couldn’t help it, rosy girl. My dick likes you as much as I love you and when your gorgeous body was draped across my chest in that tiny hospital bed, he wanted inside you too. You didn’t seem upset but it fucks me up to think you might be too nervous to tell me. I just hope you know I’ll never rush you. I’ll never fucking making you do anything before you’re ready. I’ll never make you fear me like that bastard.
But if you’re stuck on your stomach and seem frightened, I’m lying with you. Holding you until you feel safe. Protecting you until both of our fears are gone.
I think about your surprise when you grin.
The rare small smile growing so huge and beautiful on your soft pink lips when you woke up and saw the pumpkins I had delivered to your hospital room. Too late for Halloween I know. But it’s still autumn, and after all the bullshit you’ve endured you deserve a reminder of your favorite things of the season. I fucking love making you happy.
I think about you when I deposit a hundred grand into the good nurse’s account.
Hell, I’d given her ten times that if she’d asked for it. But Abigail’s enormous eyes and mesmerized head bob when I offered her the money to take care of you seemed to indicate her approval and acceptance. She didn’t even question how I knew her banking information.
Easy, done, and time to move onto the next step. Get you home and in our bed. Doctor said you were ready to be released, and I’m beyond ready for you to be with me all the time. Just right down the hall. I work while you recuperate. Under Abigail’s supervision of course.
You know I’m never scared—except when it comes to you. But I can’t fuck up. I need twenty-four-hour attention for you to make sure you heal properly and are never left by yourself. You said I’m overreacting and all of this is unnecessary so I reminded you that I give absolutely zero fucks you think either of those things. And assure you that you’re never going to actually be able to sway me despite being hot and sexy as hell when you get all feisty with me. I said I would take care of you, and I fucking mean it. It doesn’t matter if you like it or not. I’ve never listened to your arguments about my craziness before, and that’s sure as hell isn’t changing now. I. Take. Care. Of. You. Period.
I think about that motherfucking bastard when you cringe in pain.
You don’t deserve that. You don’t fucking deserve any of this. I want you to be able to lay on something other than your stomach. I want you to be able to climb out of bed without almost dropping to your knees from dizziness. I want you to be able to soak in the garden tub with those bath bombs the way you like.
God damn that cocksucker!
I think about you when you reach for me.
Not because you were scared but because you wanted me. Almost as fucking much as I want you. Fuck missing my morning run. I’ll fucking miss anything for the chance to hold you while you cuddle next to me.
I think about that damn asshole when you’re thrilled to lay on your side.
Fucking sad that being able to change positions in bed makes you this happy. I made sure my smile matched yours. I feigned excitement because I didn’t want to ruin yours. My sweet rosy girl found delight amidst the bullshit. I refuse to fuck it up with my anger regardless of how much it pisses me off this is the best I can give you right now.
I think about you when I hear the nurse gasp.
I guess I was still half groggy from the pain medication and directed Abigail to the wrong place for my leggings. Your drawer rather than mine.
I thought she would find my pajamas.
Instead, she found my ring.
She held up the platinum band sparkling with brilliant white diamonds and iridescent blue pearls, and I gasped too.
Her from the beauty.
Me from the shock.
I thought it was gone forever. That he tossed it into the destruction and devastation when he kidnapped me, and I’d never see it again. When all along you’ve have it tucked safely away only a few feet from me.
