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ROSE My head is pounding and throbbing and it feels extremely heavy. My entire body hurts, but nothing is quite as bad as my chest. It is by far, the worst pain I have. It is so hard to breathe. And I can’t seem to move either of my arms. My left feels like it is tied up, but the right one has this nice warm tingling sensation moving up from my hand. It doesn’t feel tied up like the left, but like a weight is holding it down. Ugh, my eyes are heavy too. They don’t want to open up. I try repeatedly to open them. Over and over again, I try. Finally, they start to flutter. When I get them open, I am so exhausted from that effort. I am looking at an all-white drop-down ceiling that I don’t recognize. It is chilly in the room, and I can hear a beeping next to me. I look down-- fuuuuuck that hurts! I see I am in a bed with white sheets and a lightweight scratchy baby blue blanket. My left forearm is in a splint and propped up with pillows. To my left is a heart monitor machine and IV line
ROSE As I settle down from my painful cry, I realize it is Tyson who is touching me, and I pull his hand away. I look up at him and am startled at the look on his face. It is complete adoration and love, at least, I think that is what that is. I look away, seriously confused. “Thank you for letting me use your phone. I am sorry I yelled at you, I panicked when I realized what time it was, and my daughter wasn’t here with me.” “A mother’s worry. It is understandable and I do not, in any way, hold that against you, Rose. From what I have seen and from what Maddie has to say about you, you are a wonderful mother and are doing a fantastic job raising her.” He says with sincerity. Pride blooms in my chest at his words and I return my gaze to him, and I smile. His eyes widen for a moment and then he smiles back at me. God he’s handsome! We just sit like that for a few minutes, staring at each other. I’m absorbing his face when I come to my senses. Jeeee-zus Rose! He is your boss, snap ou
ROSE “Sorry to interrupt, but I also have your blood test results Mr. Evans.” She says, and I look at Tyson confused. “Your second in command was correct Mr. Evans. Both the blood we took from you and the coffee mug that was brought in from your office as evidence, confirms that you were drugged. The combination of drugs acted as both an enhanced libido stimulant and one that made you highly susceptible to suggestion. Meaning, you probably would have had sex with pretty much anyone if they had suggested it.” Tyson nods expecting these results. I, however, was not. “WHAT?!!” They are both shocked and jump a bit at my outburst. “Are you saying that Rachel drugged him and… raped him?” “Essentially, yes,” Dr. Reynolds replies. I sit back and tears start flowing out of my eyes. No sobs, just tears. “I remember her eyes,” I whisper out, mainly to myself. “That part I remember quite clearly. I walked in, and she was staring right at me, like she was expecting me to walk in and see you two
TYSON I freeze with my sandwich almost to my mouth when I hear her moan. I look up at Rose and I see her tongue dart out to lick her lips. I’m immediately rock hard in my pants, my cock straining against my zipper. Fuck, that was the sexiest thing I have ever heard in my entire life and that tongue! I can only imagine what else she can lick with it. But the sweet look she gives me, completely derails my thoughts. How can this woman have a child? She looks so innocent. So pure. Like she has no idea how unbelievably sexy and beautiful she is. After hearing what Patty has to say about complements to her daughter, I’m sure she doesn’t think she has any sex appeal. Oh, it is most definitely there. My hard-on can attest to that. I am struggling. So fucking much. Trying to contain my desire and want for my little sexy mate. She may be hurt and bandaged but she is still the epitome of sexiness. When I held her hand earlier, I knew she could feel the mate bond. The smell of her arousal was s
ROSE The sunlight hitting my face wakes me, but I keep my eyes tightly closed, wanting my amazing night of sleep to continue. I realize I am warm, for the first time in a really, really long time. Since summer actually. I remember being cold when I went to bed, despite the extra blanket Tyson gave me. The warmth seems to be coming from my backside. It feels so good I wiggle back up to it, then I feel something hard, poking into my butt. Well, that’s uncomfortable. I reach around to figure out what that is and my hand hits warm skin before I can get there. What the…? I open my eyes and look behind me. My hand is resting on Tyson’s massive arm that he has wrapped around my waist. He is laying on his side, sound asleep. The heat I am feeling is coming from him, and damn is he warm! My personal heater. I realize quickly though, what is poking into my butt. When I really think about it, I’m not bothered by it. I know men usually get morning wood, so I’ll just chalk it up to that. It’s not
TYSON I have been awake for a long while now. I felt the sun rise up over the horizon and it’s warmth peeking through the mini blinds. Despite the annoyance of the sun on my face, I don’t move. I want to enjoy my mate in my arms as long as possible. Zeus is purring happily in my head. The first time he’s ever done that, I might add. And I know it is because he is happy and content with Rose so near us, touching her and treasuring her. Exactly like a mate should. I hear the change in her breathing when she wakes. She pushes back into me as she hums in satisfaction, until her butt hits my hard-on again. Damn! I don’t think she realized I was in the bed with her until just then. I just wait with my eyes closed, preparing for her freakout. She reaches back and brushes my arm with her fingertips. Her hand freezes and she turns over toward me in my arms; I think to look at me. I can tell she wasn’t expecting to see me, but still, no wig out happens. Instead, I feel her hand move my hair an
ROSE I wake again, this time with my face buried in Tyson’s chest. Oh Gawd!! I’ve had my face in his amazing chest for who knows how long. I don’t want to move because it is still so nice. But I WANT to move because I shouldn’t be nuzzling my boss. I know I’m blushing, and I sure as fuck don’t want anyone to see me like this. Such a predicament. “Good morning, Rose. Did you sleep well? I hope you stayed warm enough.” I hear Tyson whisper in my ear. I shiver at his warm breath on my ear and neck. I want to purr like a cat, enjoying his proximity and thinking about what that mouth could be doing to me, elsewhere. OH MY GOD!! What the hell is wrong with me?!! “Good morning, Tyson. Yes, I slept very well. Thank you. Ummm, please don’t take this the wrong way, but why are you in my bed?” I ask as I lean back to look at him, not removing my hand from his bicep. I want to keep touching him. “Well, I had planned on sleeping on that small fold out chair thing. But I saw you shivering in th
ROSE After taking the catheter out, Adam leaves to see to other patients, letting me know that Nurse Frank will be in soon with meds and to take more blood. Tyson comes back in, and he pulls out the breakfast Adam brought for us. Holy cow, it all smells so dang good! And there is so much. Pancakes, biscuits and gravy, omelets, bacon, sausage, and cut up fruit with yogurt and granola. There’s also orange juice, apple juice, and coffee. Tyson makes me a plate with a little of everything. I devour my plate. The pancakes are by far, my favorite. “Oooooh, these are so fluffy and buttery. I can’t even tell you how long it’s been since I had pancakes last.” I moan as I lick the syrup off my lower lip. I look up at Tyson and he once again has stopped with his fork of food almost to his mouth and he is staring at me. “Um, Tyson. Are you okay?” I ask as I swallow my bite of buttery, syrupy goodness. Just like last time, he doesn’t answer. This time though, Tyson sets his fork and plate down;