Thirty minutes later, I’m flying back into the bathroom. The cramps in my stomach are getting worse.
Every thirty minutes, I’m back at the toilet. There’s nothing left to throw up, so I get the dry heaves. Ethan starts trying to get me to drink Gatorade, but I throw it back up a few minutes later. I’m miserable, freezing and shaking.
“Baby, I hate seeing you like this. There is nothing to do but ride it out,” he says and strokes my hair.
“It’s okay. I will get better soon,” I say through clenched teeth as I feel like I’m freezing to death. I take his arm and wrap it around my front. His body feels like a furnace.
Then I’m hit with the need to throw up again. Ethan picks me up this time and sets me down in front of the toilet. He steps out of the room to get more Gatorade, I assume.
When I stand up, black spots cloud my vision, and the back of my neck is hot, burning. I’m trying to hold on to the door, but it bangs against the wall and I feel myself fall.
“Braelyn,” I hear someone yell, but I can’t move my body. It feels like lead.
“Baby, talk to me.” I can hear the panic in his voice.
My body is lifted off the ground when I fall into a dark oblivion.
Ethan
I double-time it up to our room when I hear a loud noise. I turn the corner and stop in my tracks.
“Braelyn!” I yell.
She is lying on the ground.
Lifeless.
“Baby, talk to me!”
Fear shoots through me so strong it takes everything in me to move to her. I pick her up off the floor, grab her throw blanket off the bed, wrap her in it, and carry her downstairs. I grab my truck keys and am out the door.
I carefully lay her down in the seat and rush over to the driver’s side. She still hasn’t woken up.
I rush out of my driveway. It’s the longest ten minutes of my life as I hurry to the hospital. People may think I’m overreacting, but when you love someone as much as I love her, then you'll understand. It kills me to see her sick or in pain. Watching her getting sick repeatedly was torture.
My
girl shouldn’t feel this. Ever.
The past two days have been the best days of my life. Braelyn showed me
her
. Every single day the real her comes out more, and I love her more every day because of it. Call me a pussy, but I’m a pussy in love with his woman.
It fucking kills me knowing the man who hurt her is still out there. He will pay for it with his life. I will make sure of it. Little does Braelyn know that I’ve got people on the lookout for him while I’m trying to find him myself.
I may be a cop, but my woman being safe is my first priority, and that man deserves to pay for what he has done to her. A sick fuck like that doesn’t deserve to breathe the same oxygen as anyone else.
I take her lifeless hand and raise it to my mouth to kiss the back of it. The hospital is looming up in front of me. Noticing a parking spot right by the front doors, I pull in and slam on the breaks, then pull her into my lap and step out the driver’s side.
I run through the emergency unit door. A nurse looks up at us, then back down at the papers, automatically pissing me the fuck off.
“Hey! She passed out,” I growl at her and walk up to the desk with Braelyn in my arms. The nurse looks up at us and rolls her eyes.
“Fill out these forms.” She sets a clipboard with papers up on the counter.
“Listen, lady, she is sick and hasn't woken up. You get a fucking doctor in here.” My voice sounds menacing to my own ears. I’m not someone to talk like this to a lady, but I’m on edge.
“Janice, listen to the man.”
Looking behind me, I see Kyle standing behind me with his arms crossed across his chest, glaring at the nurse. I turn my eyes back to her and see her visibly gulp and stand up. She motions for me to follow her.
“Thanks, man,” I thank Kyle, who nods and walks out the door. His cut says ‘Devil’s Souls’ on his back. As a cop, I should hate them, but they are honorable in their own ways. They protect women, and Braelyn works at the center they own and is run by his woman.
I follow the nurse as she leads me into a room. Spotting the bed, I lay Braelyn down on it and make sure to tuck the blanket around her. I pull up the chair to sit down beside her. Another nurse comes in and starts checking her vitals. I hardly notice. I’m staring at Braelyn, willing her to wake up.
I can’t fucking stand this shit, her being sick, passing out, not waking up. If I could, I would take the sickness away from her.
Someone clears their throat behind me. I crane my neck and see a person standing by the door. A man in a white coat is staring at us both. I realize I need to move, but instead, I scoot my chair closer to the wall by her head.
I watch his every move as he examines her. His hand is shaking slightly. Pussy. Rolling my eyes, I look out of the door and see another of Kyle’s MC brothers walk down the hallway.
“Looks like she is severely dehydrated and needs some IV fluid. We will also give her something to stop the vomiting. She should wake after the fluids are in her system. A nurse will be in in a few minutes.”
He doesn’t stop to see if I want to say anything. He walks out of the room without looking back. Shaking my head, I scoot closer to Braelyn.
Her blond hair fans the bed behind her. She looks peaceful. I lean forward and stroke her cheek. Even though she looks sick, she is still the most beautiful woman I know. How did she go through what she went through and come out as this person? When she told me she loved me, I made a vow in that moment to make sure she is always happy and to never let anyone touch her again.
The nurse pops back in and sets up an IV, then quickly leaves the room.
An hour passes until Braelyn starts to stir. Sitting up, I watch as she opens her eyes and smiles. Those dimples. God.
“Ethan, where am I?” she asks and looks around the room.
“Hospital. You passed out.”
“I’m cold”, she croaks out while her body shakes uncontrollably, her hand shaking as she tucks the blanket under her neck.
I stand up. “Let me go get some more blankets.”
Her hand on my arm stops me from leaving.
“I just need you, Ethan.” Her eyes are staring straight into mine, and the double meaning almost sends me to my knees. I didn’t expect to fall for her like this, but what I do feel is so powerful I’m not sure I can live without her.
I lift her off the bed gently, minding her IV, and put my back against the wall, then tuck her in front of me. She unrolls herself from the blanket so we are skin to skin as much as we can be while still wearing our clothes.
“I’m sorry I got sick on you,” she mutters softly.
“No, baby, don’t be.” I kiss the back of her head. Her shivers are starting to ebb.
“I love you, Ethan.”
Closing my eyes, I let out a deep breath, not sure I will ever get used to her saying that.
“I love you too, Angel.”
Braelyn
A few days later
“Ethan!” I laugh and try to roll away from Ethan, who’s nipping at my stomach. He grabs my hands and raises them above my head. His face hovers over mine with a huge smile on his face.
“Morning, baby.” He pecks my lips.
“Morning,” I mumble around his mouth. Lifting both of my legs, I wrap them around his waist so he is flush against me. I grind against him.
He pulls away chuckling at me. I meet his eyes, biting my lip. I want him. I crave him with my every breath. His hand trails down my side. I suck in my belly as goose bumps break out over my skin.
A finger slips into my panties.
“Mmmm...” His nose trails up to my neck and ear. “You want my cock, baby?” His tongue shoots out, teasing me.
Moaning, I try to free my hands he is still holding above my head.
“Or my mouth,” his voice is husky, rough from just waking up.
“Ethan,” I gasp as his finger swirls around my clit.
“Yes, baby.” A finger slips inside me, and I cry out. I raise my hips, wanting more, anything to tame the fire that’s ready to explode at my core. Ethan barely has to touch me and I’m ready to combust.
“Fuck me.”
His finger slips from me, and he rips my panties from my body.
That was fucking hot.
He grins at me like he knows what I was thinking. He lifts one of my legs and curls it around his hip, then pushes in to the hilt.
I cry out and throw my head back as I grasp the sheets, trying to tether myself to the bed. Ethan takes my hands and raises them back above my head.
He kisses me and then slams back in hard. I swallow my cries as he pounds into my body. He knows exactly what I need. His elbows are on either side of my face, his face right above mine.
“I love you,” he tells me softly and slows down his thrusts.
A tear slips out. He lifts his hand and wipes it away. I smile. “I love you too, Ethan. You’re my world.” My voice breaks as I tell him this.
His hand cups my jaw and he kisses me, pouring everything into this kiss. We spend the next hour in bed, loving each other with tender strokes and caresses.
I head into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee, trying to wake up, and sit down at the kitchen table. Ethan comes up behind me and kisses my temple. Smiling, I rest my head on my forearms.
“Worn out, Angel?” I can almost hear the smirk in his voice.
“Mhm,” I tell him, not going to lie about it.
“Good.” He laughs. I roll my eyes at how cliché he is.
“You ready for work?”
Nodding, I sit up and gather my to-go cup of coffee. I take my keys, walk over to the door, and wait for Ethan.
He wraps an arm around me once we walk out onto the porch. I notice how he tucks me into this side to the point I’m not visible as he locks the door.
He walks me to my car and opens the door. Sitting inside, I raise my head for a kiss.
“Have a good day, baby.”
He walks to his patrol car, looking as hot as sin in his uniform with his hair gelled to the side. How did I get so lucky?
While I drive to work, I listen to the radio. Ethan is driving behind me. I park my car outside the center and hop out to wave at Ethan. He slows down until I get inside the building.
One of the MC guys locks the doors behind me. Nodding, I walk farther inside the building to Kyle and Chrystal’s office to clock in. Their door is cracked open a little bit. I push it open and immediately cover my eyes and run out.
Kyle has Chrystal bent over the desk, fucking her brains out.
Oh my dear goodness.
I laugh to myself and run down the hallway. I bump into Jessica when I turn the corner, my face burning from blushing so fiercely.
“What’s the matter with you?” She squints her eyes at me.
“I…umm.” I point over my shoulder, trying to form the words. She starts to walk past me to see what I am talking about. Reaching out my arm, I stop her and whisper, “I walked in on Kyle and Chrystal.”
Her eyes widen in shock before she grins from ear to ear. “Oh, hot damn. Let me go.”
“No!” I hiss and try to hold her back. Chrystal turns the corner and stops when she sees me. Her hair is doing the 80s’ poof style on one side.
“Well, well, well. Looks like someone was just thoroughly fucked,” Jessica breaks the ice. Chrystal just smiles. Kyle pops around the corner a second later, buttoning his pants. He smirks at me and smacks Chrystal’s ass as he passes.
Jessica unabashedly cranes her neck to watch his butt as he passes. She whistles and looks at Chrystal. “Where can I get one?”
Laughing, I pull her hand and walk us into the storage room to get ready for the day.
The day passes by slowly. During the last few hours, I get anxious to see Ethan again. I get butterflies at the thought.
My phone vibrates against my butt, and I grab it out of my pocket.
Ethan: Outside waiting for you, babe.
Me: Coming.
I’m about to put my phone back into my pocket when he sends another text.
Ethan: Yes, you will be. ;)
Laughing, I grab my purse out of my locker and walk past an MC guy who is stationed at the door. He nods his head and opens the door for me. I tuck my hair behind my ear as I walk down the steps.
Ethan is leaning against his cop car with his arms crossed over his chest. He starts whistling at me. Blushing, I walk over and stand in front of him. He has that shit-eating grin on his face.
His large hands grip my hips and pull me in, closing the distance between us. One hand comes up to cup my face. I lean my head back. He seals our mouths together while his other hand goes to my butt and squeezes. I grin against his mouth as I giggle.
“Woah, baby, get it!”
I pull away and look behind me. Jessica waves and grins at us as she gets into her car. You gotta love her craziness.
“I’m going to fire up some burgers for dinner,” Ethan tells me. I nod and lean up, asking for another kiss. He leans down too, but I duck away. He glares at me and grabs my shoulders, holding me in place.