Page 22 of Tone Deaf
“Speaking of Pen, why isn’t he here? I told him not to leave your side,” he rumbles out.
“Tobias ordered him to go shower, eat and rest for a bit before coming back. It’s okay, Dom. Fig’s roaming the halls and checking in to see if I’m okay. I’ve been texting him.”
“No, it’s not okay. I texted Tobias that Pen needs to stay. I didn’t want you to be alone.”
“He’s not.”
We both swivel our heads to the doorway and I see Fig standing in the threshold, wearing a set of scrubs that looks a size too small. The smirk on his face conveys nothing about this man.
“Why are you dressed like that?” Dom asks. I’m not able to hide my humor.
Fig’s a big guy—way over six feet tall and the scrubs are tight against his bulky frame, making it look as if his muscles are going to burst through the seams any moment.
“Tobias didn’t want anyone to know that I’m here watching over Callum. So, I’m incognito, just in case that bastard comes around. What do you think? I look good as a doctor, right? Oh, that male nurse knows I’m here too. He’s the one who gave me these scrubs. But he’s the only one who knows. Now, I’m going to make my rounds.” Fig gives us a small salute and then leaves, closing the door behind him.
“But you’re not a doctor,” I call out, chuckling.
Dom rolls his eyes. “He’s a strange motherfucker.”
“Yeah, he is. But I like him.”
Dom lets out a grunt of displeasure. “I don’t think so.”
I slowly shake my head. “You’re ridiculous.” But inwardly, I smile at how possessive Dom can be.
“I need to call Pen.” He tries to get out of the bed, but I gently grip his forearm. “Stop. It’s three in the morning, Dom,” I say through a yawn. “And I’m tired and want to sleep.”
But I’m afraid to close my eyes. Afraid I’d fall back into my nightmare.
Dom gently caresses my face and lays his head down next to mine. “Then go to sleep.” he whispers in my ear. His voice is low and gravelly, and the heat his body exudes has me feeling warm, but I still can’t rest. I’m more edgy than tired now.
“I’m… afraid to close my eyes,” I admit, feeling more out of sorts.
But the moment Dom gently kisses the back of my neck, a frisson of want begins to pool in my belly. “Want me to help you sleep?” Dom trails his hand down my chest until it rests on my stomach.
Is Dom taunting me? Does he know he’s turning me on with those annoying kisses and touches? He knows damn well I can’t resist him, especially when he’s touching me.
“I don’t know what you can do.” Actually, I know what I want him to do, but I doubt Dom will touch me. Not when I’m injured. Besides, we’re in the hospital, and anyone—especially a nurse, could walk in here and see him give me?—
“I know what you’re thinking, and no.”
“Why?” I pout, but my lips hurt and quickly relax my mouth.
“There’s no room to maneuver ourselves. And you’re hurt and I don’t?—”
“I’m not asking for much, Dom. Come on. Please touch me,” I plead, holding my breath for a moment, waiting on what he’s going to say, and I don’t have to wait long.
Dom’s hand slides under the sheet that covers me, then under the gown I’m wearing. His hand snakes inside myunderwear and cups my semi hard cock. “If I do this, you have to be quiet.”
“What?” I’m surprise that he would touch me.
“I said yes, but you need to be quiet.”
“Okay,” I rush to say, as the sensation of want grows in my groin and heat blooms across my body.
“Promise to not utter a word—not a sound, Callum. Promise you’re going to relax and let me take care of you,” he whispers.
I nod, not uttering a word.