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“Well, we received several cell phone videos, the best one from Ruby Summers who recorded the entire incident. Based on Mr. Scott’s words and his physical actions, they’ll charge him with first degree assault and possibly a hate crime resulting in bodily harm, but that’s up to the D.A. There might be other miscellaneous charges based on him breaking his restraining order.

“I have to tell you he wants to press charges against you, Cameron, but since you were defending Rylan and he swung at you before you hit him, you have a self-defense case. I don’t think it will come to that. Once whoever represents Mr. Scott gets a look at the videos of the incident, they’ll see you were protecting your husband. If you have any questions, please call. Thank you for speaking with us today, we hope you get better soon,” Detective Callan said.

Both Detectives left their cards and told them to expect a call from the Denver District Attorney if the case goes to trial. They took a series of pictures, capturing Rylan’s injuries and with one final goodbye, left them alone.

“Does it look bad?”

Rylan’s question caught Cameron off guard when he gestured to his face.

He swallowed hard and not wanting to lie to Rylan, nodded.

Rylan moved to get up and Cameron helped him to his feet, tucking him against his side, and Cameron breathed easy for the first time since Rylan woke up. He watched Rylan, looking for signs of any dizziness like he had the day before, and huffed a sigh when Rylan took a step and then another, seeming to be steady on his feet. They walked the rest of the way in silence toward the restroom.

Rylan brushed his teeth and without the use of a shower, washed his face and turned to smile at Cameron. “I’m glad to be up and about.”

As Rylan probed the bruise around his eye, tears threatened again to spill from Cameron’s. While the damage to Rylan’s face was horrific and sent a surge of rage every time he thought about the bastard who hurt his husband, Rylan gasped at the finger marks around his throat. Cameron watched as he tilted his head back and slid his fingers over the marks that had turned a dark purple in the light of day.

Cameron once again opened his mouth to apologize when Rylan glanced at him without turning his head and interrupted.

“Not your fault. We’ll both be careful from now on, since he knows we’re married and you are more of a target now.”

“Yeah, he seemed more upset by that than anything else.”

Rylan sighed. “He didn’t even flinch when the manager said they called the cops. Even when the cops pulled you off him, he wanted to hurt me. I think he left me alone because he found out from Declan that all I did was go to school and work. He spotted us together the night we met, and we confirmed our relationship to him the day I moved out. He doesn’t want me happy.”

“What if he is struggling with the fact he’s attracted to you and might be gay, but doesn’t want to admit to himself, much less to anyone else?” Cameron asked.

He watched Rylan as he turned back toward the mirror, but he noticed it wasn’t the reflection in the mirror that had him concerned. He waited for a moment and Rylan then turned to him.

“I have a surprise waiting for you at home.”

“What for?”

The side of Rylan’s mouth quirked up and his eyes lit with emotion as they stared at each other.

“Because of all the support you’ve given me since we’ve met. But it’s something we can share.”

He smiled and kissed Rylan on his mouth, the only spot not affected by the violence. “I don’t think we can have sex until the doctor clears you.”

Rylan pouted but Cameron directed him back to the bed as they waited for the all clear to head home.

“Don’t you want to know what I bought?”

Cameron growled and said, “If it has anything to do with me being inside you, I would like to remind you we have no privacy in this room.”

He shivered when Rylan moved his mouth near his ear.

“Did you know they sell vibrating butt-plugs?”

Burying his face into Rylan’s neck, his cock swelled in his pants and pressed against the zipper, leaving Cameron feeling light-headed.

“Would it surprise you if I wanted you to buy one and pleasure myself with it until I couldn’t take it anymore and begged you to fuck me?” Cameron asked.

Rylan’s gasp brought a smile to his face.

“The feel of your long, skinny fingers inside me, stretching me has been on my mind a lot.”

“I’m supposed to be driving you wild enough for you to forget about my injuries and take me on his uncomfortable hospital bed.”