It’s been a long-ass night. After waiting for what felt like forever for the ambulance to arrive at Harding’s place and having to deal with his confused and panicked wife, I ended up in yet another surgery. It was nothing like the first one though. The stab wound wasn’t nearly as bad as the gunshot wound, but the doctors wanted to be thorough and make sure that everything that’s inside my body was still where it was supposed to be. The doctor stitched me back up, forced some pain meds into my system and whacked a few bandages on me.
I was technically all good to go, but the doctor required me to wait a few days just to make sure I was healing properly. After all, if I were to get up and start moving around, I would risk opening my stitches, and nobody wants that—apart from the guys, apparently.
When Cruz mentioned the hospital policy that states the cops must be called when patients come in with stab or gunshot wounds, the boys all shared a look. So, now we’re here, flying down the highway.
Carver drives over a bump and I groan, gripping onto my stomach and glaring into the front seat. “Jesus Christ. I know you’ve been dying to get me bouncing around in the backseat of your car, but fuckkkkkk,” I groan, spitting the words through my clenched jaw, “the goal is to avoid all the fucking potholes. Is it really that hard to drive in a straight fucking line?”
Carver takes a moment, slowly breathing in and out, calming himself before tightening his grip on the steering wheel and purposefully hitting another bump. “It’s not too fucking late,” he murmurs. “We can still ditch her on the side of the road. She’s on enough pain meds. She’ll just fall asleep and forget about it till morning.”
Grayson smothers a laugh and turns around in his seat to meet my hard stare. “Carver’s driving isn’t what’s important right now. The real question is why the fuck you thought it was a good idea to walk out of the house in the middle of the night, the same fucking day we get home to find our place ransacked and your dog dead on your bed.”
I groan. “Here comes the ‘I told you so.’ “
He continues as though I didn’t say a damn word. “At any point did that little messed up voice inside your head suggest that maybe, just maybe, it was a stupid fucking idea? I was awake all fucking night. At any time you could have come and told me what you’d found out. We could have worked out what to do as a group and your ass wouldn’t have ended up in the hospital again.”
I look Grayson dead in the eye, holding his questioning stare for a moment too long. “You know, I think the real question is if you think that little voice inside my head is so messed up, then why the hell did you think it was a good idea to fuck me until all I could think about was your monster cock? Actually, better yet, at what point did you think it was a good idea to get that monster cock pierced? I mean, what has to run through a guy's head to wanna shove a thick as fuck needle through their junk? Jesus, and you think the voice inside my head is messed up.”
King laughs as his hand rests on my thigh, his other hand entwined with mine. “You can’t deny it, bro. The girl is right.”
Grayson scoffs. “The girl is high on fucking pain meds.”
I scoff right back at him. “You’re just jealous.”
“Jealous of what?”
I grin, knowing damn well that I’m not making any sense, but screw it. I feel good, and if I want to talk shit after being stabbed by a deranged, crazy dude, then fuck it, I will. “Jealous of my pierceless pussy.”
Grayson turns back around, staring at me with a straight face, his usual cocky smirk well hidden. “Really?”
“You’re damn right.”
“Ellie, having that fat as fuck needle sliding through my cock was one of the best things that ever happened to me because despite how fucking bad it hurt, it means that every night after tasting your sweet little pierceless pussy, I get to fuck it and listen to you scream as that tiny piece of metal slides in and out of your tight cunt.”
Well, damn. Monster cock’s got me there.
Everything inside of me clenches but it’s short lived as Carver hits another bump and then swerves, throwing Grayson back into his seat. Though, something tells me that hitting that bump wasn’t as accidental as his stupid innocent face is letting on.
“Hey, Monster Cock.” Grayson slowly turns back around, meeting my stare with an impatient silence. “Speaking of tasting my sweet little pierceless pussy, why don’t you sneak into my bedroom after these assholes have finished fussing over me and really make me feel better?”