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What a dipshit. I smiled.

“Come on. Your sexy nurse husband is waiting for ya.” He smacked me.

Husband.

19

-Maddox-

Iwalkedintothetrailer and tried not to gag at the overwhelming smell of disinfectant and bleach that’d been hastily covered up with aerosol air fresheners. Devon wore rubber gloves, scrubbing the kitchen sink like it’d somehow come in contact with my healing wound. What did he think, I’d be bathing in there? Jesus, Devon.

“Maddox,” he half groaned, half gasped my name. “Your mom stole a shit ton of cleaner from the hospital. The good shit. This place is gonna be a fucking temple. I made a schedule for all your meds and appointments, and I even separated your pills into this little weekly container thing Andrea gave me.” He nodded to it on the counter and then got too excited and picked it up to rattle it at me. “And I bought these special pillows from that old lady at the other end of the park. Second hand, but whatever. They help you sleep so you can move without too much pain, and—”

“Devon.” I held up a hand and then gripped the clean counter. “Thank you, but fuck off.” I tugged on the front of his shirt and kissed him to ensure he shut up.

Xavi laughed behind me. “Alright, I’m out. Good luck dealing with each other.” He closed the door behind him.

Devon’s baby blues tried to make me submit to this, but no. Thanks, but no thanks. I just wanted to move on and accept a little help from him while getting back to ourselves. “I’m just trying to take care of you.”

I appreciated it. We’d finally sorted our relationship problems—I hoped—and now I’d have a whole new problem on my hands. The opposite problem. I went from not enough Devon to too much Devon. I didn’t think I’d complain about it, though; not unless he forgot to treat me like a boyfriend instead of a patient. “Just be my boyfriend like you have been.”

Devon looked down, still struggling with shame.

“Stop feeling guilty for something that wasn’t your fault.” I lifted his chin. “You got your one day and then some. We’re over that now, yeah?”

“I’m trying.”

“Devon, look at me.” He listened. “Did you blackmail us? Did you steal those documents because it was your idea to rob a shipping vessel? Did you hire someone to shoot at us? No? So stop taking the blame for what your dad did. You aren’t him. You didn’t do anything other than try, and you don’t need to feel shitty about it anymore. We’re both fine, and if I have to watch you with those sad eyes for one more day, I’ll fucking move in with my mom. Got it?”

Devon wet his lips, sighed, blinked away that sadness, and nodded. He wrapped his arms around my neck, careful not to touch my side, and whispered against my neck. “Feels good to have you home. This place was too calm without you here.”

I smiled into his hair, the scratch of my unwanted new beard getting all caught up in it. “Good. I’m sexually repressed, so get on your knees and blow me.”

Devon grinned. “Not while you’re standing. I’ll do it if you sit down.”

I pulled back to look at him. “That easy?”

“As long as you don’t strain your goddamn side, blow a stitch, or get too worked up, yeah. That easy.”

“Remind me to get shot more often.”

“Sit down, asshole.” He scoffed at me, nodding at the couch. It had new blankets all over it, covering the gritty fabric. “What else do you need?”

“Just your mouth, but if you’re offering, feel free to ride me, too.” I sat down.

Devon laughed and shook his head. “Fuck, I missed you, Madd.”

Devon didn’t hesitate to sink to his knees. He helped me lift my ass to get my sweats down, and my eager dick popped up right in front of his face. He licked his lips before licking the tip, and that first touch of his tongue had my abs clenching painfully.

“Settle down,” he warned, fingers wrapped around my shaft. “If you so much as breathe too hard, I’ll stop.”

Well, that’d be impossible, so I’d have to hide it from him. “Suck my dick, Devon.”

He grinned up at me, running his hand up and down as a taunt. “Uh-uh. This isn’t one of those times where you get to be mouthy and dominant. I know how to blow you, Madd. So shut up and let me.”

God, I loved it when he got bossy.

I hadn’t jerked off since I got shot, and I knew this was about to be the quickest orgasm of my life, but that didn’t stop my eyes from getting heavy at the sight of Devon’s tongue licking the length of my cock. Playful and sexy, he built me up with a show that surpassed all the porn I’d ever watched. With his blue eyes on mine and his hands and mouth working in tandem, I swallowed a moan and sat back to enjoy all the ways he knew my body.

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