Page 180 of Dirty Eoin

His fingers dig into my flesh as he tries to slow me, but all I want is to reach my goal. What he wants doesn’t matter.

We’re not together. We’re not married. This is nothing more than the most perfect exchange of bodily fluids.

“Jaine.”

His dick swells.

Impossibly hard. Impossibly long. Impossibly thick.

With a low growl, he thrusts upward, spilling deep inside me. I shatter around him, my tightening walls taking him for everything he’s got.

Panting, I lay my head against his shoulder as he wraps strong arms around my waist to pull me close.

Neither of us speaks. What’s there to say? Clearly, when it comes to each other, we have zero control.

Eventually, I lean back. It’s then I see the blood.

The dark patch against white, expanding with every beat of his heart.

I scramble off his lap and open the privacy screen.

“Dec. New York Presbyterian. Now!”

New York Presbyterian Hospital

Same room. Same chair.

Wires going in. Wires coming out.

He was unconscious by the time we got here while I was cradling his head in my lap and sitting in a pool of his blood.

According to Dec, he’d been warned several times by the doctor that he was doing too much. While his stomach wound looked like it was healing just fine on the outside, it was simply masking the damage that was still struggling to repair underneath.

He’s been in surgery for the past two hours. He’s fine. He’s not in a coma, and he’ll make a complete recovery.

But it could have been quite the opposite. He could have bled out.

Like Ace. Like Raf.

“Jaine.”

I look up and exhale loudly as I take in the familiar smiling face and happy blue eyes. “Tim.” My voice breaks and tears prick my eyes.

“He’ll be just fine, Jaine.”

“I know, but…”

“No buts. He’ll be fine. There’s no point in dwelling on something that’s not going to happen.”

I’m sitting, wearing a dress that’s damp and sticky with Eoin’s blood.

“I’ve called Dylan. He’s on his way with a change of clothes,” he adds chirpily.

“That’s good of him.”

“His wife wanted to come along too, but I explained that we could only allow two visitors per bedside.”

“Thank you for that.” The relief is evident in my voice.

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