“I’ve been missing out. Jesus, Mina, you just blew my mind.”

“No,” I joked, “I blew your cock, and you lost your mind as a result.”

“Ha! Just wait! As soon as I’m all healed up, your ass is mine,” he promised.

“Just my ass?” I teased again and watched as his semi-hard cock twitched against his thigh, showing interest again already.

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

“Too soon, dear husband of mine. We’re not even going to attempt phrases that hint at killing you,” I argued, “even if you meant it in a sexy way.”

“Sorry,” he whispered. “Come here.” We both moved so that we were further up the bed, heads on the pillows, and facing one another. Tucker was on his good side, and I was there in front of him as he ran his fingers through my hair again. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” I tried to explain.

“No,” he put a finger in front of my lips to keep them shut. “I do. I wasn’t the best man when you first came into my world. I took shit out on you and treated you poorly. I took for granted that you would just be there, and then I didn’t even think about your feelings when I finally took you out on a date. I have a lot to make up for with you. There are so many things that I want to make right, or at least replace with better memories. I didn’t get a chance to do enough of that before all of this happened,” he told me as he indicated his hurt side and back.

“You didn’t have to be the one here taking care of me. All the hours spent by my side in the hospital, I treasured every damn second, and knew the whole time that I was a lucky bastard that you wanted to be there.” I nipped at Tucker’s finger, wanting to speak, but he used two then to squish my lips closed so I would continue to listen to what he had to say. “We didn’t start in a good place, Mina, but I’m a lucky fucking man that you’re still here, in my bed, by my side, and giving the best fucking blowjob of all time too. It was like a cherry on top of the best dream ever.”

I chuckled as I leaned in and placed my lips on his once his fingers finally released me to do so. “Well, you worked for it,” I insisted. Then I kissed him again. “We know what it takes, and as long as you want this to be real and stay that way, we’ll keep working on it.”

“It’s all I want,” he murmured against my lips and I melted a little bit more.

Chapter 22

I stared at my computer screen in disbelief. There was no way that what I saw there was correct.