Page 60 of Fourth Point Of Contact

I was a grouchy fucker.The moment I left Piper’s room this morning, my mood was shot. She was the only thing keeping me on the right side of happy. But now I was stuck in this room with Chase and Nick playing War and pissing me off every time they shouted. I just wanted some fucking sleep.

That and a blowjob by Piper.

“No! You’re fucking wrong. Ace beats King,” Nick snapped.

“Not in War. Ace is the low card.”

“Bullshit.”

“Oh, I’m calling bullshit alright. You’re just making up rules as you go along.”

“I am?” Nick said incredulously. “I think you’re imagining things again. Are you seeing Asher right now?”

“That’s fucking hilarious. Pick on the guy who had a tumor.”

“I will if you start making shit up in a simple fucking card game.”

I would roll over and tune them out, but my leg was supposed to be elevated. I grabbed a pillow and shoved it over my face to drown out the noise, but it wasn’t thick enough.

“I suppose now you’re going to tell me that the Joker is supposed to be in the game also.”

“Name one game where the Joker is a playing card,” Chase argued.

“Canasta, Euchre, Crazy Eights, Go Fish?—”

“Go Fish?” Chase burst out laughing. “Why don’t you just name every fucking game your grandmother played.”

“Hey, leave my grandmother out of this,” Nick snapped.

I’d had enough. I grabbed the pillow and chucked it across the room, wiping all the cards from the table in one stroke. Nick and Chase both shoved back from the table, shouting at me for ruining their game.

“Shut the fuck up!” I yelled. “I’m trying to get some fucking sleep!”

“Hey, we’re just having a friendly game of cards.”

“Friendly?” I snapped at Nick. “You’re fucking worse than Fox. At least he would sing me a show tune to put me to sleep! And he’d probably bring me shawarma. I haven’t seen either of you fuckers offer me anything, but you sure as hell love to walk in here with roast beef sandwiches and fucking lasagna!”

“You never said you wanted any,” Chase argued, crossing his arms over his chest like he was the one who should be offended.

“I shouldn’t have to ask for it. You should be bringing it to me just because I’m in the fucking hospital.”

“When I was in the hospital, all you brought me was Asher to make me think I still had a fucking tumor,” he said with a shrug.

“That’s because I was testing you.”

“And you wanted to fuck with my head.”

“Fine. You win. You didn’t bring me food and you’re annoying the hell out of me. Will you leave now?”

“No can do,” he grinned, so unlike him. “Lock wants us to stick around. He said he can’t deal with you getting into more trouble.”

“Like I’m the only one,” I muttered. “Go get me food. Real food. I don’t want any liquids or salad. I need people food. Man food.”

“Technically, liquids and salad are people food.”

I glared at him, but he just laughed all the way to the door. Thankfully, Nick followed suit, leaving me in peace. I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep, but Piper was invading my thoughts. Her naked body, the way she rode my cock when we were in the forest, the way she kissed. Fuck, it was going to be hard to find someone as wild in bed as her. And now that I knew she got all her ideas from books, I was desperate to find out which ones she read so I could find out what other shit was in them.

The door opened all too quickly and my tired body revolted at the idea of anyone disturbing the peace. “Get the fuck out,” I muttered without opening my eyes.

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