Page 71 of Ruthless Mr. Ricco
I roll him onto his side and arrange his limbs so he doesn’t flop onto his back again, but when I try to rise, the room spins.
My little rabbit catches my shoulders, and with her help, I plop onto my butt instead of my face.Concern tightens her features.When she lifts her phone and taps my cheek, I realize I drifted into a daze.
“Our champagne was spiked.Only one glass each.I think…”
Brook takes over when my tongue turns to lead.She puts the phone near her lips and speaks in a harsh, painful voice.
“I vomited.He did not.His symptoms are—”
The world fades in and out of focus.Voices echo around me.Red and blue lights pierce into my brain.I rouse and find myself flat on my back on a wheeled stretcher with Brook’s fingers clasped tight around mine.
As the next wave of powerlessness washes over me, I relax into it, knowing my little rabbit will take care of me.No matter what trials we face, she’ll be by my side protecting, healing, and loving me.
She can’t hide it anymore.I saw the delight and yearning in her eyes when I called her my fiancée.She loves me and I love her.
Iloveher.I never thought I’d say those words to anyone besides my parents, but I vow to tell her as soon as I wake.
For a long, empty, indeterminate time, I bask in a dreamless sleep until lust claps through me like thunder.It burns unnaturally hot.A feral beast roars out my need.Yelling and crashing accompanies his ire.
My little rabbit soothes him.
She spoils him.Wrecks him.Drains him dry.
I rise from jumbled euphoria and squint in the low lighting.A machine beeps near my head.Brook’s soft, feminine body is tucked against my side as I sit partially reclined in a hospital bed.Her dainty fingers brush against my flesh through the gaps in my shirt with every breath I take.
Confusion spears through me.My dress shirt doesn’t have gaps.This isn’t what I wore to the gala.
Hospital gowns cover us both.A neck brace encircles Brook’s throat and digs into my arm.Tape secures IV lines to the crook of my elbow and the back of her hand.The bags hanging beside the bed are mostly empty.
She was covered in blood.I need to make sure she’s not hurt.She rouses and stops my searching hands with a hiss.
“No more,” she whispers.
I pause.
The smell of sex lingers in the air despite our clean bodies, clothes, and sheets.
My cock aches, and a pinching sensation plagues my hip.
Holy hell, I had sex with Brook Simons in a hospital bed.Wild, rough sex, despite the brace around her neck and the trauma she survived earlier tonight.
I’m a monster.
Brook shifts to face me on the bed and pinches my stubbled chin with delicate fingers.Her deep brown eyes demand my attention.
“I am fine,” she whispers.
“How can you be fine?Fucking hell, Brook, I’m sorry.I shouldn’t have touched you.You—”
She thumps my chest with the side of her fist and squeezes my cheeks.Without a sound, she conveys her thoughts by first pointing at herself then at me as she mouthsI touched you.
She swings a leg over me and kneels with a knee on either side of my hips before grabbing my face with both hands.The neck brace squishes her cheeks and limits her movements, but the next word her lips form carries all the way to my soul.
Mine.
My heart stalls as she trails reverent fingertips over my face and down my throat.
All mine.
