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I drop over his body, catching myself on one hand, and my nose dives into his soft hair, getting a lungful of sweet lilies and Lori’s more intimate scent. This need to be near him is odd, but now is not the time to analyze it.
I pull out and shush his desperate moan by ramming forward, sending my cock back deep inside him. My balls make spanking noises against his ass as I drill him into the car seat.
“So. Fucking. Good,” he slurs. “Don’t ever stop!”
I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to. I don’t have much control left over myself.
For the first time in my life, though, I don’t care.
Ollie opens the door to the guest room at his house, and I enter with a half-asleep Lori in my arms. He’s wrapped around me, nuzzling my cheek, rubbing his head against the side of mine like a cat. My hands are under his backside, holding him up. He’s enveloped in the blanket again, but I can feel his softening dick pressing against my stomach. The sedative Michael gave him when we arrived a minute ago is slowly taking effect.
I lay my knee on the blue bedsheet and lean toward the mattress to deposit Lori on it. My brain screams at me in protest as I gently lower him. Lori squeezes me against his body for a second, like he doesn’t want to part from me as well, before letting his arms and legs drop heavily onto the bed.
I’m moving back when his capricious eyes open, showing only a ring of chestnut brown around his dilated pupils. “Gabe?” he calls, and a wave of protectiveness hits me.
It’s hard not to drag him into my arms again, but I manage it. Just, as Bez disagrees with me.
Michael needs to check him,I remind him.
He can do it from your lap!Bez snarls.
I’m thinking that he actually could when Ollie unwraps the blanket, revealing Lori’s body covered only in my jacket, sweat, and cum, looking all well-fucked. His black skirt is still twisted around his waist. Ollie pulls it off him, but when he tries to unbutton my jacket Lori swats his hands away.
“Shouldn’t the sedative have worked by now?” Ollie turns to Michael. He’s near a round, small table, a rigid metal case open on the wooden surface. He’s taking out a bunch of medical stuff under the attentive gaze of his husband, Raph.
“Give it another minute. I didn’t inject much, since Sari told me that the drug usually knocks people out once the effect is gone.”
“How do we know the effect is gone?” Raph asks.
Uri appears on the threshold, twirling his knife between his fingers. “Gabe went at him for almost two hours in the car. Ollie kept asking me to check on them with Serena to see if theywere still alive. And they certainly were,” he scoffs, sending me a knowing look.
I haven’t felt the urge to punch one of my brothers in a long time. Usually it’s Bez suggesting it, but this time, it’s all me.
“He pushed Ollie’s hands away when he tried to take off his jacket. If he was still under the effect of the drug he’d have enjoyed the touch,” Michael explains. “Shouldn’t we call his family?” he then asks Ollie, as Rague walks into the room with a bowl full of water and some towels.
“He doesn’t have anybody, but us.”
“The gran he always talks about,” Raph adds in a bored tone. He doesn’t care about anything but his husband—and I use the word “care” loosely since he’s a psychopath—but he has an eidetic memory. So, he remembers nearly everything he sees.
“His gran…died,” Ollie explains.
There’s a catch in Ollie’s words, the pause before the worddiedtells me there’s more to it. Is that why Lori hates hospitals?
“I need a sample of your blood.” Michael cuts off my train of thought, pointing me to the chair near the table. I know he needs it to see if we can identify the components of the drug, but I can’t tear myself away from the bed. From Lori.
We need to be sure he’s fine,Bez tells me. And maybe he’s on to something because the idea of leaving him brings the uneasiness back, slithering under my skin. Being with Lori strangely took it away.
Ollie is trying to clean Lori’s face with a towel, but he keeps jerking away every time the damp fabric brushes against his skin.
“Lori, you need to stay still,” I say, and suddenly his body relaxes against the bed and pillow.
“Interesting,” Michael breathes out.
“Not really,” Raph and Uri say at the same time, the former lifts his eyebrow while the latter leaves the room.
“It is. Although we know very well Lori’s feelings toward Gabe, in his delirious state and because of the circumstances they shared, he feels safe near him at the moment,” Michael explains, as he starts checking on Lori. He takes a blood sample from him and then attaches an IV drip.
Lori keeps sleeping, not showing any sign of discomfort.
