"Taste yourself on my mouth."
I turn my head and see his glistening lips. Moisture clings to his chin and I know that’s my cum. Heat flushes my cheeks and he smirks.
"Lick yourself off my face, Sunshine."
My nipples tighten. When he puts it like that… I lean over and kiss him, taste myself on his lips, and it’s weirdly erotic. I lick his mouth, then his chin, then press kisses to his jaw, to the side of his throat. That dark, edgy scent of him, combined with the taste of my arousal is so hot. I kiss my way back to his mouth, then press my lips to his. Instantly, he closes his mouth around mine. He sucks on my lips, thrusts his tongue inside my mouth and deepens the kiss. My head spins as he once more fucks my mouth with his tongue. Jeez, that’s one talented tongue he has there. Moisture beads my core, and I know if I stay, I’ll simply fit my aching center over his dick and thrust down and take his entire length in one go and—
"What the hell is happening here?"
A voice cuts through the haze in my head and I pull away, or try to, for he’s once more gripped my hair and held me in place.
"Let me go," I hiss.
"Not a chance," he says in a normal voice.
"Clearly, you are recovering faster than expected." The doctor walks in followed by Luca, then Michael.
I struggle, try to pull away, but he doesn’t let go. "My panties, you asshole, I need to grab them." He loosens his grip enough that I clamber over him, grab my panties and shove them behind my back.
The three men don’t seem to notice, or if they do, they don’t let on.
Luca walks over to where Axel is still sprawled out on the floor. He continues to act like he owns the space.
Luca bends, grips Axel’s shoulders, and helps him to his feet. Axel sways, then leans his considerable weight on Luca, who grunts. "Couldn’t you have been a little lighter?” He helps Axel to the bed.
Axel collapses on the bed with a sigh, then jerks his chin toward the assembled men, "Isn’t it a little early for visiting hours?"
The doctor presses his fingers to Axel’s wrist and checks his pulse. Then, he straightens, pulls out his stethoscope, and proceeds to examine Axel.
"Well," Axel scowls at Michael and Luca, "what are the two of you doing here?"
Michael ignores him. "What do you think, Doc?"
The doctor lowers his stethoscope, then takes his time coiling it up and shoving it into his pocket before turning to Michael. "He’s still going to need rehab."
"But he’s out of danger?"
"That much can be concluded, yes," the doctor replies in a wry tone. "If he keeps up this rate of recovery, there’s no reason why he can’t leave a little earlier than expected."
"I’ll be out of here in two weeks," Axel insists, "mark my words."
"Do you agree?" Michael turns to the doctor.
"Too early to tell, but if he responds well to the rehab, it’s a possibility," the doctor murmurs.
"Told you," Axel smirks.
"Thank you, doctor." Michael shakes his hand. "I appreciate your assistance."
Luca gestures to the door. After a final look at Axel, the doctor leaves. Luca shuts the door, then turns and stands with his shoulders against it.
Michael turns to glance between us, "I have had my men working around the clock to fit out Xander's home with everything needed for your physical therapy."
"And you are telling me this, why?"
"Because that’s where you are moving," he states.
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