Breaking the Ice by Esme Taylor
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Hettie
It had been a week since Reid had woken from his coma, and I could tell my man was starting to feel better because I’d woken up in his hospital bed with his morning wood firmly pressed to my back.
“Fuck, Etta, if I don’t get to be inside you soon, I’m going to die of blue balls. Speak to the doctor for me? Please. Get me home. If anyone can do it, it’s you.” I smiled as I reached behind my back and palmed his cock.
“Don’t do that, woman, or else I will be tempted to take you right here, right now. And that’s not how I want our make-up sex to happen.”
“Make up sex? Wait, does that mean we’re back together?” I turned over and kissed him with a smile.
“You asked me to marry you, Etta. Of course, we’re back together. We’re officially engaged, remember?” I laughed, running soft kisses down his chest until I reach his bullet wound scar. Sadness filled me as I placed one final kiss over the top.
“Are you really ready to go home, Reid? I nearly lost you. I don’t want to break you because you want sex.”
“I want to go home. Make it happen, woman.” I smiled and shook my head I went off in search of Dr. Kennedy or one of his team.
By the time I got back, Thomas was there and had helped Reid get dressed for the first time since I saw him standing in front of me in that basement. He looked like my Viking again.
His hair was tied back and his beard, while longer, really suited him. Despite being in bed for nearly two months, his tight black t-shirt clung to him, showing off his ripped muscles. My eyes fell to his low slung dark grey joggers and I began to wonder if he was wearing any underwear.
Perhaps I can just slip my hand under them and find out. The thought of touching him and feeling his hard cock again made me lick my lips in anticipation.
“Hey, Hets. How you doing, sweet cheeks?” Thomas leaned in and kissed my cheek.
Over the weeks Reid has been in hospital I had grown to love this man and how fiercely protective he was of his friends. I realized that once you were in his inner circle, he would do anything for you.
I shot Reid a knowing look. “He’s a terrible patient and now he’s trying to escape so that he can go home. But other than that, I’m all good. You’re certainly looking much better. You getting some sleep?”
“I am now that I don’t need to worry about this one,” he motioned to Reid with his thumb. “Just keep him out of trouble for me, will you? Anyway, I just came to drop off a present for you both before heading off to a party to get drunk and flirt with hot women. Don’t you hate my life?” he asked sarcastically, giving us a wink before waving goodbye.
“A gift?” I asked excitedly. “What did we get?”
Just as he was about to respond, Doctor Kennedy walked in. “Mr. Hudson––your wife tells me you want to leave us? Is the food really that bad?” Reid looks at me in confusion. I smiled and nodded, hoping he wouldn’t ask why the doctor was calling me his wife.
The doctor had referred to me as his wife right after Reid had woken from his coma, but I didn’t think he had noticed. And his reaction now confirmed my suspicions.
“I need my bed, Doc. I’m way too big to be in this one,” he half-joked, looking down at the foot of the bed. “Is there any way you can get me home? Tell me what I need to do and I’ll do it, but let me sleep in my own bed.”
Dr. Kennedy shook his head. “Okay, I’ll let you go on one condition.”
“Anything,” Reid responded excitedly.
“You’re going to need to come back in once a week so that we can ensure your heart is coping with everything. No exercise for two weeks. That includes sex or orgasms of any kind,” he explained looking between me and Reid. “Rest, lots of it. Make sure you take your painkillers, eat healthily and if you have any problems, you come straight back. Deal?”
“No sex for two weeks?” Reid huffed out like a petulant child. “Seriously? If that stalker wasn’t already dead, I would kill him for putting me out of action!”
Doctor Kennedy laughed. “If everything with your tests looks good in two weeks, I will give you the green light to have as much sex as you can handle.”
The doctor turned to me and mouthed, “Sorry.” I snickered as he turned to leave and prepare his discharge papers.
“Come on, Viking, let’s get you home where you belong. I promise, two weeks will fly by.”
“Is there any particular reason the doctor thinks we’re married, Etta? What did you trick me into while I was out of it?”
“You wish I was your wife, Viking.”
“I can’t think of a better wish,” he whispered, kissing me softly. “Now, take me home.”