“Maybe I should remind you who you’re talking to,” I chastise, rolling her over on her stomach. She peers those emerald eyes over her shoulder. I move the shirt from her ass and around her waist and give her ass a vicious slap.
She moans with the harsh contact and looks over her shoulder again, her green eyes daring.
“I said I’m going.” Her voice is strong and challenging.
I give her ass another slap, this time a little harder. The print of my hand rising on her olive skin makes my dick race with the craving to release itself.
She bucks beneath me. “You’re going where?” I ask.
She looks over her shoulder, her breath heavy with desire.
“I’m going to see Babs!” she yells. I slide my hand down the mounds of her ass and slide my finger into her. I give her ass another hard smack, making her head thrust backwards with a loud moan.
“You can’t control me,” she moans, her voice faltering. I slide my fingers out and position them over the opening to her ass. Her eyes haze over her shoulder with shock written over her face. I’ve never taken her here, but man, do I want to. I thrust my fingers in and out of her pussy slowly, feeling her grip down on my finger, so I know she’s close.
I give her ass another slap to help stimulate her.
“Please, can I go?” she sighs, submitting to me.
I give her ass one last slap, watching her skin glow bright red. I slowly apply pressure with my finger at the opening of her ass, her pleasure rising as she moans louder. She throws her face into the mattress as she rides her orgasm, and I know she’s satiated.
Dani
I walk into the hospital room and see Babs is awake. “You’re awake?” I exclaim.
She smiles half-heartedly.
“How long have you been awake?” I ask, sitting next to her.
“I woke–” She pauses. Her voice sounds awful and it’s hard to understand what she’s saying. Her red hair is matted into a nest around her head, and her face is cut up. She has bruises of the ugliest color spotted all over her face and forehead. She looks terrible.
“Last night,” she says, struggling with the words. My eyes fill with tears; her words are strangled with force.
“I see we have visitors this morning,” a doctor says, walking into the room wearing blue scrubs.
“Can I have a word?” I ask him.
“Certainly,” he says, stepping to the other side of the room.
“Why is she talking like that?” I question, trying to be quiet so I don’t offend Babs.
“Well, she was hit by a car—”
“I feel like I’ve been hit by a Mac truck,” Babs yells, interrupting the doctor.
I give a weak smile, walk to her side of the bed, and grab her hand for support.
“Well,” the doctor continues, “she’s been hit by a car, and when she fell, she hit her head. With some therapy, I feel she will make some recovery, but she still needs to undergo some testing and extensive observation before I can be certain of anything.”
I nod in understanding. “Did you guys call her husband?” I ask, looking at a scared Babs. Her eyes are squinted, causing little wrinkles to form in the creases, her lips (usually in a smirk) are pierced with concern. I hate seeing her like this.
“We did,” he says, placing a stethoscope on her chest. “He was the only one listed as an emergency contact.”
I look back at Babs. “Has Locks been to see you?”
She shakes her head no. If I have ever wanted to kill anyone, it would be him right now.
“You can visit for a few moments but it’s crucial she rests at this point,” he tells me, writing on a clipboard.
“Let me know if you need anything,” he says to Babs before walking out of the room.
“Do you know who hit you?” I ask.
She shakes her head again.
“Do you need anything?” I don’t want to leave since I just got here, but I know I have to go before I’m kicked out.
“No.” Her words are slurred and hard to understand as she looks toward the hospital window. I walk over and give her head a kiss before reluctantly leaving.
How could Locks not show up? I get that things are not good between him and Babs, but what a shitty way to say “I want a divorce.”
I bite my lip in anger and walk onto the elevator.
***
Shadow and I lounge on the couch watching TV. I have my legs in his lap and my head on a pillow I dragged from the bedroom.
I take my eyes off the screen and look at Shadow, curious why he’s not out with the boys or why Bobby hasn’t come back to the apartment lately.
“You and Bobby still not talking?” I ask, but I already know the answer.
Shadow slowly moves his gaze from the TV to me, one eyebrow raised.
I feel like I wrecked Bobby and Shadow’s friendship. Bobby has been there for Shadow for so long, way before I ever was and way more than I ever could. Bobby understands Shadow; there is no question they are family. I sit up, suddenly feeling sick.
“You can’t keep doing this, Shadow,” I tell him angrily. He’s holding such a grudge on Bobby, but not me, and I don’t understand why.