Page 5 of Driven By Dragonblood
I smirked. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”
“Behave, Jaxon Denham.”
A snicker, both internally and from my own lips, sounded. Serious mental illness ran in my family, but Iwasn’tmad. That inner part of me I shared space with was fulfilling. Felt right. Peaceful even while mostly chaotic. I called the fucker—whatever it was—my beast, which suited him just fine. “You know me better than that.”
She listened briefly to my blood pressure before retrieving my meds and a small cup with a straw. “Head up.”
“Oh, it’sup, all right.”
Another eye roll and shake of her head set my grin in place, but I was a good boy, sticking out my tongue.
Two pills.
A long pull on the straw, and I swallowed the lukewarm liquid that tasted like tap water.
Ugh. Gross.
“Were you high again?”
Nurse Yano and I had been chatty when I’d last visited her workplace, and since being on her good side afforded me contraband in the form of caramel hard candies during my last stint, I filled her in on what I could remember while she finished doing her nursing duties in taking care of me—just not in the way I’d have preferred.
“You need to stay away from the drugs, Jaxon.”
“Don’t I know it,” I grumbled, tugging on my wrists’ restraints, twitchy with the need for freedom. “Can I get these off?”
“Doctor Holliday will be in to see you since you’re awake. It’s his decision to make.”
“That old fart is still here?” I asked, not looking forward to the probing of doctors attempting to make sense of my brain with endless questions and demands to talk about my dreams of flying.
I’d always hated zoos as a kid.
Even more now that I was caged up like an animal.
“He’s one of our best.” Nurse Yano patted my forearm, all motherly and shit. “Three months,” she reminded me, trying for a firm look, but I saw the truth behind her professionalism, which gave me something other than my prison to focus on.
“Can you help me out before you go? Pretty please with a big juicy cherry on top? Hell, I’ll even throw in a couple of chocolate bars once I’m finally free of this place for good.”
She pressed her lips tight but managed not to check out my raging boner again.
“I’m already so damned close—just a brush of fingertips, and I’ll shoot off like a goddamned rocket.” I pumped my hips upward, but she managed to ignore me.
Nurse Yum Yum reached into her pocket, the crinkling of a wrapper making my mouth water. “Open up.”
I did so without argument, releasing a low, sensual moan as the taste of caramel slid over my tongue.
“Three months,” she stated with a twinkle in her eyes before turning away.
I enjoyed the sweetness making my mouth water and the swell of her ass in her scrubs as she moved toward the door, the squeaky cart wheel grating on my nerves. “Promise?”
She didn’t answer before locking me in once more, and I lay back, determined to enjoy myself this time around.
The woman had almost caved last year. I could wear her down.
Need.
My dick bucked on its own, and swallowing the lush taste of caramel, I groaned, rubbing my ass against the crinkling mattress cover beneath me. Coming untouched was something I fucking loved. The out-of-control ache, the desperation for friction, the agony of my taint pulsing without fingers or a mouth on me just fucking did it for me.
Need.
