Page 67 of Cash

“I…” Jules blinked both eyes open, and he seemed confused. “I can’t remember.” His frown deepened. “What the fuck happened?”

“You came home, you were super out of it, and then you passed out.” Brick rubbed Jules’s chest. “You told me to call Cutter, and he sent that medical examiner guy, Fanny, over here to patch you up.”

“Ah. That’s why my fuckin’ leg feels like it’s been stabbed.”

“Are you familiar with what being stabbed feels like?”

“A bit.”

“Cutter and Fanny said you’d been drugged. There was a syringe of blue stuff in your pocket, and they did some test on it.”

Jules absently touched his neck.

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

“I remember gettin’ to the theater. I remember thinkin’ the Rialto was a dumb ass name. Saw people all dressed up, some of ’em in their underwear and shit, and then…” Jules gritted his teeth. “Fuck. It’s all fuzzy.”

“It could be the drug?” Brick suggested. “I don’t know. Did you, uh, find who you were looking for?”

Jules scrunched up his brow. “Fuck, I dunno. I just remember gettin’ to the theater. Bits and pieces of driving back here. Then boom. Nothin’.”

“Shit.” Brick frowned. “Maybe check your phone?”

“Eh?”

“Maybe you texted someone? Called somebody? I mean, if you got attacked, wouldn’t you call your family and let them know what happened?”

“Fuck, you’re smart.” Jules managed a little grin. “And hey, don’t you worry. You’re definitely gettin’ that sex I owe you. Don’t want a smartie like you pissed off at me.”

“Wait, what?” Brick’s brain cycled a few times before he realized that Jules was referring to what Brick had said when he thought Jules was still passed out. “How much of that did you hear?”

“Somethin’ about you really lookin’ forward to that sex, I think was what woke me up.” Jules’s grin grew. “And then there was a bunch of sweet stuff, like how much you care about me, how much you want me to be your Daddy.”

Brick’s face heated up. “Okay, yes, while that is true, I didn’t think you could hear me! Why didn’t you say something?”

“And stop you from sayin’ all that pretty shit? No fuckin’ way.” Jules cupped Brick’s cheek, gently guiding him in for a kiss. “Thank you. You saved my life, baby boy.”

“I guess that makes us even, right?” Brick smiled. “You saved mine, and now I saved yours.”

“If we’re keepin’ score, technically you still owe me one more life saving because I’ve saved your ass twice.”

“I’m not counting the second time because you criminaled a guy down the stairs and broke his neck.”

“Accidentally.”

“Whatever.” Brick kissed him again, his heart fluttering away.

There had honestly been a time when he didn’t think he’d ever be able to taste these sweet lips again, and he was beyond relieved that Jules seemed like he was going to be okay. “Think you can make it upstairs?”

“If you wanna fuck, you could jump on my dick right here.” Jules wagged his brows.

“No. Asshole.” Brick’s cock perked up at the thought, but he ignored it. “I mean, for you to get into bed so you can actually rest.”

“I think I’m gonna stay right here for now.”

“Then I’m staying too.” Brick laid his head down on Jules’s chest.

“You should get into bed. Ain’t no sense in both of us sleepin’ on the floor.”

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