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Chapter Fifteen

Nero

THREE HOURS PRIOR

H ands graze across my stomach, causing me to clench. The reaction is almost involuntary, the softness is extremely foreign to the otherwise hardness of my life.

“Only good boys get rewards,” a feminine voice I would follow anywhere whispers.

Her body stands next to me, bare of any clothing, and she is a true vision to be seen.

I swear light casts around her like a halo as she smirks down at me.

“Do you think you are a good boy, Nero?” She coos at me, a mock pout forcing her bottom lip to jut out.

“If you think he’s anything but a naughty puppy, then you are sorely mistaken.” I whip my head to the other side, an overcast face moving from the shadows to reveal…

“Matteo,” I say on an exhale, Irene’s fingers gently working my length with tight precision. He smirks as he takes in my knotted position on the Andrew’s Cross. Eyes dancing with mischief, he walks easily toward Irene and wraps his arms around her torso.

He whispers something in her ear that I strain to hear but can’t before a hand lands painfully on my abs. “Shit!” I shout, the pain mixed with pleasure ripping through the sting.

Globe lands another harsh slap to my pubic area, his handprint being left behind on the sensitive skin. A moment later, he’s smoothing that harsh burn and trailing it up and up and up-

“You are a nice handful,” Globe grins as I inhale sharply. His fist tightens around my dick, his fingers threading between the piercings of my Jacob's ladder.

“Nero.”

“He’s being a dirty puppy, not listening when we tell him that he can’t touch,” Globe chides with a wicked smirk tugging at his lips.

“Nero.”

“I bet Irene’s pussy is fucking soaked just watching me use your cock as my own personal dildo.

” My eyes glance over at the woman in question.

Her thighs are spread wide, Matteo’s head pressed between them as he goes to town on her cunt.

She doesn’t look at him, though. She looks at me.

Eyes clashing, she fights against the urge to shut them, not wanting to break this connection.

“Do you want her pussy?” Globe taunts, letting go of my cock.

Matteo suddenly pops off her pussy with a wet sound, his brows furrowing as he glances over his shoulder.

“Nero, you need to wake up.”

I blink.

“What?”

Matteo’s ass wiggles in the air as Irene bends down to spread his ass cheeks apart. A black loop sits between his pasty ass cheeks, begging for it to be replaced with my cock.

“You need to wake up,” Irene says, her eyes begging to cum while her words throw me for a loop.

“Nero!”

My eyes pop open with immediate regret.

“Shit,” I drag out, my eyes slamming shut again and pain radiating from my skull and abdomen.

“Let me get the doc,” the familiar male voice says as he quietly moves his chair backwards and heavy boots hitting the ground follow. I slowly adjust to the bright ass lights above me, and when I finally manage to blink my eyes open, they are being dimmed.

“Thanks,” I croak, my body partially unfurling. A straw suddenly jabs its way through my lips and within seconds, I’m gulping.

“You should slow down, you don’t want to log yourself down.

” Shark yanks the straw away and sets it on the small table next to me.

He doesn’t say anything for several long minutes as he assesses me from head to foot.

Most of my body is covered in a blanket, but that doesn’t seem to stop his perusal.

“Look who decided to join the land of the living!” The doc says quietly as he comes into the room, an older nurse trailing behind him with a laptop.

The nurse, whose name tag says Sage, rolls her eyes at the doc, and her lips tip with a smirk.

“Don’t mind that ole’ crazy back there. She’s just cranky because she doesn’t see the charm of my ways anymore. ”

Shark chokes on a laugh as the doc pulls up a rolling stool and sits next to my head.

“Oh, you hush now, Dr. Darcy, or that pretty wife of yours might be bribed away from this place.” She sends a spicy wink my way, and the Doc sends her a mocking, horrified look.

“You wouldn’t dare.” His eyes narrow on her. She shrugs at his futile attempts at scolding her. He huffs, his fingers are obviously itching to grab his phone to call the women in question, but he thankfully doesn’t. “Well, we will go over some pretty basic questions and then move on, sound good?”

“Yeah…” I pause, glancing around the room again. “Where are-”

“Don’t worry about them right now,” Shark interrupts, his thumbs typing away on his phone. “Irene woke from her dramatic nap, and now they are exploring the house.”

My brows pinch downward, my irritation ramping up. Why would they show her the house without me?

“We will get to that in a bit,” Doc says, snagging my attention again. “How are you feeling?”

I take a moment to assess how my body is reacting.

Slowly, I move my limbs and realize that a few bits and pieces of me are definitely sore.

“My back, lower leg, and head hurt, but other than that, I think I’m alright.

” I shrug and look toward Shark. He doesn’t seem to acknowledge what I said until a little nod and shift of his eyes has me reaffirmed.

“That all sounds about normal,” Doc says, jotting notes down on a small pad while the nurse types away on her computer. “On a scale of one to ten, one being the least and ten being the worst, how would you describe each part?”

I shift my back slightly, cringing at the simple movement. “My lower leg and head are the only two things that seem to hurt right now. They are around the four point five pain level.” Doc nods again, shifting his gaze away and writing more.

“Perfectly normal,” he repeats, looking toward Shark then me. “Are you okay with having him here while we go over your radiology and blood work results?”

Shark doesn’t look at me when I look at him, his lack of eye contact means that he doesn’t want me to feel swayed.

“Yeah, he can stay.” I affirm, shifting again on the most uncomfortable bed on planet Earth.

“Well, I am happy to inform you that your blood tests came back great. You are pregnant!” Dr. Darcy smiles widely, the nurse choking on her own saliva as she cackles. I swear I pale for a moment before I realize that none of my body has the ability to produce a little gremlin.

“Jesus Christ,” Shark mutters under his breath as he chuckles along.

I don’t laugh. I’m sure it will be funny when I’m no longer in pain and feeling like part of my world is missing as we speak. The longer I’m sitting here, waiting for my results, the longer I will have to be away from the one person who makes me feel whole.

Irene.

They said she was discharged? Or that she was doing better, at least. What follow-up did they have? What was the outcome of her wound? Were they able to ensure that she got enough blood in her system?

“Earth to Nero?” Dr. Darcy calls, waving a hand slightly in the air near me. I zone back into the conversation, the room no longer happy-go-lucky like before.

“Sorry, I spaced out for a minute there,” I say, covering the fact that I would absolutely rather be with Irene and the other guys than to be here right now.

They are supposedly showing her the house.

When Globe showed it to me, I knew that was our stopping point as a group.

It was perfect, and I knew Irene would love it.

“Your radiology came back fairly clear. You suffered a stable spiral fracture of the tibia, which I would say is pretty darn lucky to be the only major thing wrong. Due to the swelling at the time of the event, it was hard to see the ligaments and where they lay next to the fracture. I would like to see you back in about two weeks for follow-up imaging to make sure everything is healing smoothly. Keep that leg elevated for several days, and for several hours, if possible. No lifting anything more than fifteen pounds, and no over-exerting yourself. You will be in a splint for the first two weeks, then we will assess if a walking boot is an option. Right now, no walking on it. Sage has a crutch order for you at the pharmacy, and they will bring it down in a few. Otherwise, Nurse Sage will start the discharge paperwork, and you are free to go!”

“What about sex?” I blurt out, my brain not even giving my filter a chance to relay the information. Dr. Darcy smiles, not even fazed by the question.

“I would definitely advise against anything rough or strenuous. If your partner is willing to do the work, then that’s alright.

If your head continues to hurt, I would also advise against it due to the exertion and blood flooding in your system.

” Dr. Darcy points at the nurse, who nods and types quickly.

After a moment, she gives him a thumbs-up.

Doc pulls out his phone from the fancy pocket in his smock.

“She’s printing off your release documents now.

I’m prescribing you a month of Celebrex capsules for the swelling and pain if needed.

It’s completely optional to take, but I do recommend taking one tablet in the morning, then an additional dose twelve hours later.

The pharmacist will be down shortly to go over these instructions with you.

Additionally, I am going to prescribe you a week's worth of Flexural, a muscle relaxer. That one is to be taken only if you feel like you need it.”

I glance at Shark, who I find is glancing at me. He’s typing on his phone and gives me a single nod, which I hope means he is taking notes of everything the Doc is saying. Doc talks about more shit that I tune out of, and honestly I’m just ready to go home.

After what felt like hours, but really was just one, Shark finally helped me break out of that prison. We sit quietly on the truck ride back to the house the guys are showing Irene at. Something about knowing she’s in the space we deem safe for her has my cock hardening.