Lazarus (The Henchmen MC 7)

She was actively detoxing. She wasn't at a place where she could turn that down if it was offered to her, even if pills were her usual thing.

I didn't want to leave her alone longer than necessary.

When I walked back into my room with a cloud of warm air in the cooler space, she was curled up on her side facing my side of the bed, mostly awake, but body completely still.

"You okay?" I asked as I pulled back the blankets and climbed in with her.

I barely had my arm under her pillow before she was moving closer, curling up beside my body, her head on my chest. "My feet hurt," she admitted as her fingers started tracing over the scars on my arm.

"Let's see what we can do about that," I said, sliding out from under her and flicking away the blankets so I could reach for her leg to grab her feet.

"What? No!" she shrieked writhing around as I tried to catch her feet. "No. Don't!" she said, kicking me in the chest hard enough to make me grunt. "They're red and angry right now," she added as I grabbed her at the knees and held her still with one arm as the other grabbed one of her feet finally. "Seriously, you don't... oh my God," she groaned, her entire body going lax as I pressed my thumb along the arch.

I smiled as she slid her other foot onto my lap, shamelessly asking for more as I worked the tension out of one foot before moving to the other.

On the bed, her eyes were closed, one hand on her belly, the other above her head and grabbing the pillow.

Once I finished with the second foot, I leaned down and planted a kiss on the inside of her ankle, making her leg jerk at the unexpected contact as I kept moving upward, up her calf, the side of her knee, pushing up the material of her skirt a couple inches to expose more of her soft inner thighs- her legs falling open in invitation. When I looked up, her eyes were on me- heavy-lidded, her lips parted, her fingers digging into the sheet in anticipation.

Okay. So maybe I could wait for sex, but that didn't mean I couldn't get a little taste, right?

I was halfway up her inner thigh, her breath coming out frantic and uneven as one hand landed on the back of my neck, holding me to her as my tongue traced the edge of her panties where it met her innermost thigh.

"Laz!" Reign's voice called suddenly, making Bethany's entire body jerk violently as she jumped up on the bed, no doubt worried that Reign, like the girls, was the bursting in type.

Annoyed, I rested my face against her inner thigh. "What?" I barked.

"You got company," he called and I could hear him walking away.

Company?

I had company?

Pretty much everyone I knew was already in the fucking compound. Who the hell could be visiting?

"You have to go," Bethany said, her fingers slipping into my hair and stroking through it for a long moment.

"Unfortunately," I agreed, lifting up slightly to plant a kiss where my face had been resting. "But this isn't over," I added, giving her a smile as I pushed up and hopped off the end of the bed and made my way toward the door. "But take some Advil and get some sleep," I added. "The fridge is stocked with drinks if you're thirsty too."

With that, I went into the hall and leaned against the closed door for a second, trying to get control of the racing desire.

"Alright, who the hell is..." I started, moving into the doorway to find everyone around- drinking, hanging out.

But among all my brothers and the couple of women who had followed Cyrus, Reeve, and Edison back, there was a face that absolutely didn't belong there.

"You don't go home to shower after a fight?" I asked as I walked up toward Pagan- covered in dry blood, all his cuts still not attended to. He had gone hard, as he always did. In fact, he usually didn't even notice how hurt he was until someone else forced him to notice it. His hands were broken open. The cut next to his eye needed to be cleaned and stitched or, more likely, glued since there was no getting Pagan inside a hospital unless a part of him was hanging off.

"Didn't go home," he said with a devilish smirk.

"My man," Cyrus agreed as he passed with four mixed drinks in his hands for his female guests. Cyrus, along with learning songs chicks liked to play on his guitar at the coffeeshop, also learned how to make drinks they liked to drink and general plots of the shows they liked to watch and what was going on with their favorite celebrities.