The Call Page 7

  “Cool. Hey are you still at Abraham’s house?” His lip curls up again and he growls at me. “My bad, our house?”

  “Yeah, what do you need me to bring you?”

  “Can you grab a pair of loose sweatpants and a T-shirt for me, and bring it up here ASAP? I’m about to grab a shower and I really don’t want to get into another hospital gown.”

  Abraham taps me on the shoulder and tugs on his PJ pants. “Abraham too please?”

  “Sure thing. You want anything to eat? We can grab something on the way.”

  “Are you hungry, Abraham?”

  “Hell yeah I am. Whatever you want, sweet girl.”

  “Anything but Burger King would be awesome. If it’s not too much trouble.”

  “Please. We’ll be there before you’re out of the shower.”

  “Thanks, wife. Love you.”

  “Love you too.”

  “Okay. Let’s do this. Put a bag on that cast, stud.”

  »»•««

  Abraham

  Two minutes into the shower, Reagan gets woozy, so I take her to the floor with me. She’s sitting on my lap, resting her back on my upright knees. “Tip your head back into the stream.” She does and I watch as the water that runs from her hair turns red. Her blood runs down my legs, off of my feet, and down the drain.

  “Are you okay?” She pulls her head up to look at me. “Abraham? What’s wrong, honey?”

  I shake my head and try to force a smile over my clenched jaw. She looks down and pulls her hair over one of her shoulders. The red water is still streaming from it into our laps. “Can you please wash this memory away from my body?”

  A stray tear rolls down her cheek. “It’s okay, sweet girl. Please don’t be sad. We’re here, we’re awake, and we’re very much in love.”

  “I love you, Abraham.”

  “I love you too, angel. Now tip your head back.” After I get her hair washed and rinsed out thoroughly, I lightly scrub down her skin. I’m extra gentle around all of the stitches that haven't completely dissolved. Doctor Johnston is good with a needle and thread, I’ll give him that.

  The gash on her head right under her hairline is almost healed, and you can barely tell anything happened there. Her wounds from surgery are equally as small and thin. I’ll have to thank him for that later. You’d have to know they were there and really be looking for you to notice them. My chest aches every time a fresh stream of bloody water runs down the drain.

  After she’s all washed and rinsed, she helps me do the same to myself. It gets a little awkward and a lot frustrating when my cock gets stiff as stone, no pun intended. Knowing we can’t do anything is only making things worse. All I want to do is bury myself inside of her for days. Ugh!

  We’re standing under the spray of the showerhead, letting the hot water pour down our bodies. She lowers to her knees when the only thing left to wash on me is from the waist down. She looks up at me through her lashes. They flutter at the mist that is caused by water smacking into my torso.

  “You’re not making this any easier, sweet girl. You can’t look at me like that.”

  “Like what?” Her tongue traces her top lip from one side to the other and then her teeth clamp down on that addictive bottom lip of hers. “Mm, do it again, Abraham.”

  “I can’t make it happen. You have to give me a reason to.” I must have growled. Her tongue licks from the base of my shaft, all the way to the tip. This time, I’m aware of the growl. I’m hoping to God that Damon and Sam are still sleeping. Otherwise, that growl was loud enough to be heard two floors up. “Reagan,” I say with the most pathetic warning tone you’ve ever heard.

  “Mm. You taste so good. I’ve missed this so damn much.”

  “Reagan, we can’t. The doctor said—”

  “The doctor said that we shouldn’t have sex. He said nothing about me being able to taste you while on my knees. I’m not standing, I’m not breaking any rules. Now shut up and let me do what has been running rampant in my mind since I woke up.”

  Who am I to deny her? Her tongue swirls over the tip, and then she seals her lips around me, making me groan aloud. She deep throats it all the way until her nose touches the star tattoos on my hips. Her cheeks hollow out and those beautiful brown eyes look through her lashes at me again as she retreats to the tip, just to repeat the process.

  The need to tangle my hands in her hair has me one-handedly, and gently, lacing the fingers on my good hand through her wet locks. I don’t pull and I’m mindful of her injuries and mine. I don’t want to hurt her.

  She hums her approval with her lips completely covering my cock. “Fuck, Reagan. Shit.” She does it again. I’m barely hanging on over here. It’s been a week since I’ve been inside of her. “Again.” She does and I lose it on another growl. My hand lets go of her hair and shoots to the adjacent wall, to steady myself as I release every last drop I possess, down her throat.

  “I’ve had so many fantasies about doing that over the past week. Mm never a disappointment.” I help her up just as a knock sounds on the door.

  “Wife? I’m comin’ in.” The knob turns and Reagan tries and fails to get in front of me in time. “Holy fucking hell! Warn somebody!” She drops the clothes on the floor and slams the door.

  Reagan is laughing so hard she’s doubled over, holding her hip and wincing in pain. “That was fantastic.”

  Once we’re as dry as we’re going to get, I throw my pants on and tie up the drawstrings. Then I turn and help Reagan with hers. It’s her favorite pair of sweats, a pink and blue flannel pair of Victoria’s Secret pants. When I see the shirt Kate brought, I make a note to buy her something pretty. She brought my favorite dress shirt for Reagan to wear. Yeah, I owe her.

  We walk out. Kate smiles, and turns to Reagan. “Mazel tov.”

  Mickey shoots daggers in my direction. “It’s not my fault, dude. There was little to absolutely no warning. What do you want from me?”

  “Just because it wasn’t your fault, doesn’t mean that I can’t be pissed at you for her seeing your dick.”

  “Pretty sure that that’s exactly why you can’t be mad at me for it.” Mickey just grumbles. Reagan and Kate are laughing, along with a now-awake Damon and Sam.

  Mickey turns and smacks Damon’s leg. “Ow, fuck dude. You have to admit that that’s funny shit. Just be happy she didn’t see mine, it would have ruined her for any other penis out there.”

  “I will punch your gunshot wound. So help me, Damon. I will do it.” Sam gets between the two of them and shoves Mickey’s shoulder. She’s easily falling into place with the gang.

  “Come on, Mickey. Lighten up.”

  Nurse Maggie comes in. “What’s all the fuss about? You three had better be behaving.” We all start laughing again and she joins in when we tell her what happened. “In their defense, Mickey, they’re injured so it’s hard to move fast enough to cover everything that needs covering in that type of situation.”

  “Whatever. Can we change the subject please?”

  I lie in the bed and spread my legs open. Reagan climbs in gently, sits between my legs, and lies back on my chest. “We sure can. Where’s the food?”

  Kate hands her something that smells like tangerine chicken. She opens it up and takes a big whiff of it. She makes a soft moaning noise, making me hard once more. “You want some, babe?”

  “Yes, some of that tangerine chicken would be good too.” She presses her lower back farther into me and wiggles. “Mm. Tease.”

  I catch an elbow to the ribs. “Umpf. Um, ow.” She laughs.

  “S’what ya get, smartass.” Putting a piece of chicken in her chopsticks, she raises it over her head and waits for me to take it.

  »»•««

  Devon and Sara walk through the door an hour or two after Mickey and Kate leave. “How’s my favorite sister doing?”

  “Dev, I’m your only sister.”

  “If I had a hundred more, you’d still be my favorite one.” He smiles and kisses her f
orehead.

  “Um, hello? What, no love for your only brother?”

  “Oh yeah, s’up?” Damon chucks a pillow in Devon’s direction but misses terribly. “It’s okay, Damon. Your aim’s bound to improve once you’re off the pain meds.” He smiles and hands Damon a soda.

  “Thanks, shithead. Love you too.”

  Reagan laughs. “Boys, cut it out. How are my puppies?”

  Sara takes her phone out, touches the screen a couple of times, and then hands it to Reagan. “Awe, I can’t wait to see them tomorrow.” I look over her shoulder to see a picture of all three dogs midair, jumping into the pool for a red Frisbee. “Unclench, Abraham. It’s hot outside.” I must have tensed my body.

  “I’m trying here, okay. It’s hard when this smart mouthed chick is thrown into your world, effectively turning it upside down. It takes time to cope.”

  She rubs my leg. “That’s ‘wingless angel’ to you. Thank you very much.”

  The boys start laughing. “You’re damn lucky that Nurse Maggie would sedate my ass if I tickled you till you peed in your pants.”

  “I know. And I’m gonna milk it for all its worth.” She turns her head up and waits until I bring my lips to hers. “Love you, Abraham.”

  “And I you, sweet girl.”

  “Aww you’re melting my innards. Gross you two. Get a room.”

  I look at Damon, “This is our room, you piggybacked, remember?”

  “Whatever, we share it now. Payback sucks dude, I’m dating your sister too.” My jaw tightens and we change the subject.

  “So Dev, any news from the PD’s?”

  “Actually, yeah, apparently, they found what looks like a makeshift home in a shack a few miles from where they found the truck that hit you guys. It was full of pictures of all of us at you two’s house and the both of you all over town. The dude has got some fucking balls. Either he’s really good at hiding in plain sight, or he’s hired someone to follow the two of you. The cops think it’s the latter.

  “Regardless, they found his hideout. They’ve positioned a few cops around the shack to sit and wait for him to come home to it. He hasn’t yet though. Something tells me that it’s not the only hideout he’s got. They’ve also positioned a few police units in your neighborhood. Like, all over.”

  “Good, about time they did something fucking productive.” A few moments later, I notice Reagan has fallen asleep on my chest. I motion for Dev to hand me the blankets. Once she’s covered, I kiss her head.

  “Well bud, I’ll be here tomorrow to pick you two up. Sam, I filled up Damon’s truck and brought it up. So you can drive you guys to Abraham and Reagan’s tomorrow.”

  “Why does everyone think it’s awesome to drive my shit without asking?”

  “Shut it, dude. It’s a smoother ride than her car. You need to get new shocks, Sam.”

  “Oh, okay.” She looks at me.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll have Mickey take it to Dev’s.”

  Devon smiles. “I already took care of it, bro. Her shocks are being installed first thing in the morning. I’ve got her car in Nate’s station already.”

  Sam looks at Devon. “Thanks Dev. I greatly appreciate it.”

  “Not a problem. We’re also changing your oil and rotating your tires.” She turns to me and then back to him. “Perks of having a brother-in-law with his own automotive shop.” Her cheeks flush.

  I just smile. I love my ever-growing family. This is what family is. It’s not my prissy blood relatives. I close my eyes as the four of them chat away. While inhaling my sweet girls scent, I fall into a very peaceful sleep.

  »»•««

  Chris

  “Stop fucking crying.” Stupid bitch. I don’t want tears on the dress, just her blood. I spotted her in Club Blue when I was waiting to see if Reagan survived me ramming into her car.

  I’m lucky that Reagan’s prick twin is a bad fucking shot. It was a through and through, so I didn’t have to seek out an actual doctor and attract attention to myself. After it finally stopped bleeding, I was able to patch it up enough to come out here and clear my head with booze. The girl was just a happy accident.

  She looks so much like Reagan. I needed release of some sort. She let me take her home. Stupid skank let me right in and led me straight to her bedroom. The first time around was fast and hard, but still not hard enough for me. The second time around, I got a little rough. She was practically begging for it.

  She started fighting me. I had to knock the bitch out just to keep her quiet. I took her here, back to the storage space, dressed her in Reagan’s sexy-ass dress, and chained her to the bed. It’s a good thing I put the duct tape over her mouth, too. When I was midway through fucking her, she woke up and tried to scream. It helped me to my finish.

  After chaining her to the wall and knocking her around a bit, her blood let the tape loose from her mouth. “Please. Let me go. What do you want from me?”

  “I just want you to be quiet and take what I’m giving you. You’re so beautiful. You should be happy that I chose you.”

  Chapter Six

  Reagan

  Abraham is whining about the hospital’s rules about having to ride in a wheelchair all the way out to your car. “Would you stuff it already, ya big baby? We’re going back to our home. We get to sleep in our own bed. And, we get to sleep in a room with just the two of us. Plus, you already talked them into taking your damn cast off way before they should have, in favor of a brace. I’m still not convinced that you didn’t slip them money.”

  “Okay fine, wheel away Nurse Linda.” She just laughs and shakes her head. Nurse Maggie apparently filled her in already.

  Devon is waiting in his running truck right outside the front doors. “You ready to go home, sis?”

  “You have no idea, Dev.” He smiles and helps me into the backseat. Abraham gets in on the other side and scoots over to me. Devon goes excruciatingly slow the entire way there.

  We pull into the driveway. There are cars lining the block. “Dev, what did you do?”

  “Don’t hate. A lot of people are happy you two are okay. And some, believe it or not, are for Damon too. Stay put until I get to your door.”

  Abraham puts his hand on Devon’s shoulder. “I got her dude. Just open doors for us, and keep the dogs down.” I can tell it actually causes Devon a little bit of pain to let someone else take care of me.

  “Okay boys, listen. I will accept the help that I need, when I need it. But the second that you two start going overboard with it, so help me, I will go to Aunt Kathy’s.” They both exchange a look and I continue. “You know as well as I do that she will let me do as I please.”

  Abraham steps out of the truck and opens my door for me. He holds his hands out for me. I let him grab me by the waist and lower me to my feet. He leans in and whispers, “I’ll try not to baby you too much. But no promises, Reagan.”

  “Try is all I ask for.” He smiles and hooks his hand around my waist, pulling me to him. “Let’s go make our broken grand appearance.”

  He chuckles. “At least with people around, it will be harder for me to go against doctors’ orders.” He waggles his eyebrows at me, making my smile match his own.

  “Because it’s ever stopped us before? I love you, Abraham.”

  “I love you too, sweet girl.”

  The house is empty. Devon leads us to the backyard. I can’t even tell which panel was broken. I can, however, see two bullet holes in the wall, over the gaming systems. “I thought Damon said he fired three shots before Chris ran out the back?”

  Abraham follows my line of sight. “Okay, so he did get him. Bullet must still be in him. Good. I hope it gets infected and kills him slowly.”

  We step out of the open sliding glass doors. Friends from the hospital, the guys from the boys’ old bar job, people from Abraham’s law office, and college friends are all there. Everyone I consider family, and even some of our frequent fliers at the shop, all fill the yard whooping and hollering at our arriva
l.

  After everyone has said their hellos and wished us well, and Damon showed up with Sam, things settle down to a dull roar. Abraham and I are sitting in one of the lounge chairs chitchatting with a couple of his friends from his office, including his judge friend.

  I don’t think Abraham is going to let me out of his sight anytime soon. I’m good with that though. The coma version of him has me not wanting to ever be more than touching distance from him.

  “Stuart gave Bill your court work for the rest of the week but still expects you to work on your case load from home though.”

  “I appreciate it, Joe.”

  “You shouldn’t have to worry about all of that right now, son—what with the legal system dropping the ball around you and this lovely young woman lately.”

  »»•««

  At some point, I must have drifted off. I open my eyes and look around. I’m in Abraham’s and my bed. Alone. Looking through the windows, it looks to be dusk. I sit up and stretch. I notice that my muscles don’t ache nearly as much as they have been. Dozer stirs from Abraham’s pillow. “Hey big guy. I take it that daddy doesn’t know that you’re in here?” He licks my face and lies across my legs. “I missed you too, Dozer.” Kissing his head, I shoo him down.

  I can hear people talking and laughing downstairs, so I stand and head that way. When I get halfway to the door, I get a little light-headed and have to lower myself to the floor. Shit, this is going to take some getting used to. I hate not being able to do the simplest of tasks now without some sort of reminder of the accident.

  As I lean against the wall, Dozer sits beside me and whines a little. “I’m okay, buddy. Just a little weak still, I guess.” He lets out a bark which makes himself sound like a twelve-year-old boy going through puberty. He does it again. “Shush.”

  “Reagan?” Too late. Abraham is crouched in front of me with his hands on my shoulders. “You get light-headed?”

  “Yeah, I just needed a minute to let the blood all go back where it belongs.”

  He smiles and kisses my forehead. “And there it is, the downfall of being home. Not having eyes on you all the time. You wanna come downstairs? It’s just your brothers here now. Everyone left about an hour ago.”