Chapter 164

When Beau and I arrive at the hospital, Neil is doing much better than when we last saw him. In fact, he looks better than he has in weeks. He’s not even in bed right now, but walking around the side of it, dragging his IV along.

“Chloe! Beau!” he says as he sees us in the room. He comes closer to us. “It’s good to see you.”

Closer, I can see that some of the dark under his eyes has faded. He’s definitely more rested. And there’s color in his cheeks now too, that I haven’t seen for some time.

He looks good. Vibrant. Alive.

“Where’s Steven?” Beau asks.

“Out with the doctors somewhere,” Neil says. He shakes his head but since he’s smiling, it looks fond. “Probably in the lab again.”

“Again?” I ask. Beau and I haven’t been gone a terribly long time, certainly not long enough for Steven to make himself at home in the hospital’s laboratory. At least… I thought not.

“According to Archer, ever since the two of you left, he’s been spending most of his time there,” Neil says.

Beau nods like that makes sense.

I’m still wondering how that came to be. Though, quickly, something else claims all of my thoughts.

Neil keeps glancing at me with a type of hunger in his eyes. He looks like he wants to either swallow me whole or fuck me through the wall. Maybe both?

Either way, it’s making me salivate and my pussy weep. It’s an entirely inappropriate reaction to have with a sick man in a hospital. Still, my cheeks heat up.

To make it worse, Beau is looking between the two of us with a growing grin on his face. As experienced as he is in this type of eye fuck conversation, he’s reading us both like a book.

“Wow, would you look at the time!” Beau checks his wrist for the time. He’s not wearing a watch. “I’m famished. I think I’ll head down to the cafeteria for… 30 minutes, Neil?”

“Make it an hour,” Neil says. He drags his gaze down the length of my body.

Beau laughs all the way to the door. “See you in an hour. Have fun. Don’t be too loud. Wouldn’t want the doctors to think you are having a heart attack.” Beau leaves, closes the door, and we can still hear him laughing out in the hallway.

“Neil,” I start, unsure what to say. “Shouldn’t we –”

Neil’s lips crash onto mine, stealing my words and my breath and whatever foolish thoughts my brain was trying to concoct in that moment.

Neil’s hot mouth on mine is all I need now.

He kisses like a dead man brought back to life for this singular purpose. His lips meld with mine, coaxing them open. His tongue wastes no time licking inside.

I cling onto his shoulders, desperate to hold on. My knees feel weak.

His arms wrap around me, one snug at my waist, keeping me upright. With his other hand, he grabs onto the meat of my ass and squeezes so hard I gasp.

Our kiss is broken, but Neil keeps his lips so near mine, when he speaks, it’s like he’s saying the words straight into me.

“You are going to be quiet for me, aren’t you, Chloe?”

I claw at the last remaining threads of reason in my brain. “We should wait for you to feel better.”

“I feel great,” he says. “I want to make you feel great too.” Then his voice drops into the deep Alpha tone that makes me shiver so pleasantly. “Won’t you be my good girl, Chloe? Won’t you let me eat you out until you forget everything but me?”

“Neil…”

“Yes or no, Chloe.”

What choice do I really have? How could I ever deny this man anything, especially when what he apparently wants most is to drive me wild with pleasure?

“But if someone walks in…”

Neil smiles because he knows he won. He kisses me again, sweeping his tongue straight into my mouth. It steals my thoughts away again.

In the end, before I’m totally lost, I hold on to just one last little worry.

I don’t want to rush Neil. If he’s not up for this, I would rather be celibate for life than push him into something we might both regret.

As the kiss ends, I give him a gentle push. Not enough to actually move him – not that I could do that anyway – but enough to tell him I want to say something.

He leans back enough to look into my eyes. “What is it?” he asks.

“I’m worried about you,” I say. “We can wait. It’s okay.”

Neil’s eyes soften marginally, before the fire of lust ignites once more. “I don’t want to wait. My body is coming back to life and I want to prove to both of us that I’m not dead yet.”

I can’t deny him that.

“Now,” he growls, so sexy. “Take those pants off and get on my bed.”

I’m done worrying about anyone walking in. Let them have the show if they want. Neil is using his commanding voice, and I want to obey him so badly I nearly trip over my pants as I try to simultaneously take them off while getting to the bed.

Before I fall, Neil scoops me up and deposits me onto his bed himself.

We have to be careful of his IV, and the heart monitor is still beeping in time with his heartbeat, which right now is pumping very, very quickly.

Neil positions me how he wants me, with my hands up on the headboard behind me, and himself settled between my open legs.

My panties were tangled in the mess of pants I left on the floor, so I am totally bare to him. And I’m wet too. I only get wetter under his hungry stare.

He licks his lips.

“I’ve missed your taste,” he says.

That’s the last warning I get before he lowers his head and places his mouth over my pussy. He laps at me greedily, before pushing his tongue deep inside of me.

I arch on the bed. My nipples are hard, pushing up against the lace cups of my bra. I want to touch myself but he placed my hands like this on purpose. He means to torture me for the next hour, I’m sure.

He removes his tongue from me. I can feel his hot breath as he chuckles. “Fucking delicious.”

Then, he delves right back in, giving attention now to my aching clit. He licks tiny little circles around it, before taking it fully into his mouth and sucking.

“Mmm!” I clamp my mouth shut. It’s so difficult not to make noise when my body feels like ten thousand fireworks exploding at once. My nerves are alight with pleasure.

I grip the top of the pillow and hold on for dear life.

He wants to do this for an hour? I’m unlikely to survive the next ten minutes.

As he sucks on my clit, he adds a finger inside of me.

“Ah—mmf.”

Maybe I won’t survive the next ten minutes either.

He begins to pump his finger as he sucks my clit, and my thoughts totally fizzle out.

I can only feel his mouth, his fingers.

I can only feel Neil.