Page 11 of Bazooka
“You can sleep next to me,” he murmured, sounding tired. “You know I won’t mind.”
“I need to keep an eye on you tonight, and I don’t want to fall asleep, so a floor is a better idea.”
A few minutes passed in silence, and I was sure he’d fallen asleep when I heard him chuckle.
“What is it?” I asked him, wondering what was suddenly so funny.
“Tonight was the best night of my life,” he replied, of all things.
I shook my head in disbelief because… my God! What a crazy thing to say. But it was Luz, so… why was I even surprised?
When his breathing slowed down, I relaxed and grabbed a pillow from the bed.
Then I got ready for a long, fucking night.
Chapter 2
A Long Fucking Night/Day
Luz
I was in heaven. Vanilla heaven. Everything around me smelled good… the sheets, the pillow, my clothes. I was somewhere soft and warm. I could feel a strange sense of calm as if I’d finally reached my destination after traveling for too long.
Then, somehow, I found myself back at Pete’s. The bar was empty, and I wondered where everyone was, including my friends. I headed outside despite the heavy rain and the thunder rumbling in the distance. I barely reached the parking lot when someone came up behind me and pulled a plastic bag over my head. Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe. I found myself on the floor, and then the beating began. And the pain… God, the pain! I opened my mouth to scream for help when I felt something cool on my forehead.
“It’s okay.” The soft voice sounded as if it came from a faraway distance. “You’re safe.”
The cool thing on my forehead kept moving, taking away the heat and the pain. But that voice. I knew that voice. Smooth, sexy, and mostly uninterested in talking to me. Not this time, though. This time, the voice sounded as if it cared.
Where was I? And why was Bazooka here? It was probably one of my wet dreams about him. God, I dreamed of him so often. He fucked me in those dreams six ways from Sunday, but not this time. This dream was different.
“Drink this,” Bazooka said. “It will help with the fever and the pain.”
I felt fingers on my lips, and then… pills? A few sips of water later, I was back on the pillow, back in vanilla land. Back tohurting everywhere. I didn’t want to leave this dream because Bazooka was here, but I felt myself falling… falling… falling into a dark pit.
Then I was back at Pete’s, but this time the bar was crowded. Too crowded. I tried to jostle my way through the packed room, but the people around me wouldn’t let me pass. Where were my friends? Suddenly, everyone around me sort of grew, while I turned so small they started to walk over me. And the pain… the pain was back. I tried to shield myself, but their feet were everywhere.
Then I felt a presence beside me and found myself on the bed. A hand touched mine.
“Shhh… it was only a bad dream.”
“Don’t leave,” I muttered, squeezing that hand as if it were a raft in the middle of the ocean.
“I won’t.”
“Don’t leave.”
“I won’t.”
Then there was only darkness, and I was floating in it.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the ceiling above me. The darkness was gone, and the space around me was dimly lit as if it were dawning. I raised my head and looked toward where I assumed was the window, only to see a man standing there and watching me. A tall, huge, muscular, intimidating-looking man, the kind you wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley. He had medium-length hair, finger-combed and slicked back, the color of ripe chestnut. His steely gray eyes were the shade of early morning fog, his eyelashes too long for a man. A white, long-sleeved Henley hugged a torso the size of Madagascar. Even a holster with a gun looked good on that massive chest. And those cargo pants… I would trade places with them anytime.
“How are you feeling?” Bazooka asked me while I was still trying to figure out what he was doing here. And where the fuck was I?
“Where am I?” I croaked, rubbing my eyes and regretting it instantly. Even my eyes hurt, but at least I could see properly. Last night, I could barely open them.
“You’re at my place,” Bazooka replied, crossing his arms over his chest.
