much that she doesn't know, too much
at stake.
I clench my hands
on her hips, dragging her tight against me and rocking up into her, swallowing
down the plaintive little whimpers she's making, because they taste so fucking
good. I groan and lick into her mouth and she whimpers and grinds down against
me.
"Apollo,"
she gasps, her hands tugging at my hair and I laugh, low and throaty and nip at
the line of her jaw. A shudder runs through her as she tips her head back and
groans, this wild, sexy noise that almost has me coming in my pants.
"Want you,
Pollo," she whispers and I shake my head. I feel the hurt curl through her
a heartbeat before she retreats, rocking backwards a fraction and I swear a
little. Drag her back.
"I want to
fuck you, Iris. But you aren't some girl I'm going to fuck and throw away and I
think that we should probably have a conversation at some point. Preferably
before I've got my dick in you."
She grins at me,
her eyes laughing and wicked. "You don't think we can talk and fuck at the
same time?"
I laugh and shift,
dumping her out of my lap with a low yelp. "Definitely not," I say
firmly.
"You should
call Heath," I say, softly and her eyes narrow. Watching me, and the crazy
is beginning to seep back in. I reach for her hand and squeeze it in one hand.
"Here." I press a small round pill in her hand. "This. This will
help."
"Help
what?" she asks, arching an eyebrow at me.
"Call your
brother," I say again, and I sit back. Waiting. Patient.
She frowns at me
and nibbles at her lip, but she picks up her cell phone and dials.
A nurse answers.
"Heath Greene’s room," she answers briskly.
"Hey, Lyndsay.
It's Iris."
"Iris! Oh my
god, sweetie, we've been calling for hours. What the hell happened to your
phone?"
She frowns. "I
think it's dead. Why? What happened?"
A rough voice is
arguing and then, "Hey sis. Get your ass down to the
hospital, ok ?"
"Heath?"
She whispers and he laughs, soft.
"I'm here,
sis. C'mon. It's not bad."
Her gaze drifts to
me, and she says, her voice shaking. "I'm in the middle of
something."
"Lily
mentioned you vanished with a mysterious boy last night. Will I like him?"
She laughs then,
low and throaty and it's teasing and adorable. "You'll want to fuck
him," she says, and my head snaps up.
I've fucked twins
before. Usually sisters. Would I fuck my Oracle and her brother, the one whose health
bought my girl's sanity and brought her to me?
Yes. I'd fuck them
both in a fucking heartbeat.
"You're giving
that idea some serious consideration," she says, as I sit there, staring
at nothing. I shrug. No point in lying. She'll read the truth in me, either
way.
"I want to
make you happy, sweetheart. If making you happy means I fuck your brother, I'll
do it. It wouldn't be the first time I've fucked a man to make my Oracle
happy."
She blinks at me.
Blinks again. Opens her mouth to say something and decides against it.
Muttering to herself, she shoves to her feet and starts to do her hair and
gives me a petulant frown. "You are a very strange man, Apollo."
I smile.
Not a man at all.
And she'll learn that, all too soon.
We get to the hospital just
after lunch, and Iris is, shockingly, not falling apart. She is swaying softly
at my side, and humming under her breath, playing a beat over my fingers where
hers are tangled.
We stop at the
front desk, and she gets directions to the room her brother’s been sent to and
when she moves, she’s almost pulling me down the empty hallway.
“He was in ICU,”
she whispers and I glance down at her. Her eyes are hidden behind heavy glasses
and an oversized hat, but I can hear the excitement in her voice. “Why was he
moved?”
“You’ll need to
talk to his doctor, ma’am.”
She snorts at that,
but tugs me deeper into the hospital.
Lily is standing
outside a room, halfway down the hall, and my grip on Iris tightens.
"Sweetheart," I whisper and she groans, tugging against my hand
grumpily.
"I know. They
can't know I'm batshit
at stake.
I clench my hands
on her hips, dragging her tight against me and rocking up into her, swallowing
down the plaintive little whimpers she's making, because they taste so fucking
good. I groan and lick into her mouth and she whimpers and grinds down against
me.
"Apollo,"
she gasps, her hands tugging at my hair and I laugh, low and throaty and nip at
the line of her jaw. A shudder runs through her as she tips her head back and
groans, this wild, sexy noise that almost has me coming in my pants.
"Want you,
Pollo," she whispers and I shake my head. I feel the hurt curl through her
a heartbeat before she retreats, rocking backwards a fraction and I swear a
little. Drag her back.
"I want to
fuck you, Iris. But you aren't some girl I'm going to fuck and throw away and I
think that we should probably have a conversation at some point. Preferably
before I've got my dick in you."
She grins at me,
her eyes laughing and wicked. "You don't think we can talk and fuck at the
same time?"
I laugh and shift,
dumping her out of my lap with a low yelp. "Definitely not," I say
firmly.
"You should
call Heath," I say, softly and her eyes narrow. Watching me, and the crazy
is beginning to seep back in. I reach for her hand and squeeze it in one hand.
"Here." I press a small round pill in her hand. "This. This will
help."
"Help
what?" she asks, arching an eyebrow at me.
"Call your
brother," I say again, and I sit back. Waiting. Patient.
She frowns at me
and nibbles at her lip, but she picks up her cell phone and dials.
A nurse answers.
"Heath Greene’s room," she answers briskly.
"Hey, Lyndsay.
It's Iris."
"Iris! Oh my
god, sweetie, we've been calling for hours. What the hell happened to your
phone?"
She frowns. "I
think it's dead. Why? What happened?"
A rough voice is
arguing and then, "Hey sis. Get your ass down to the
hospital, ok ?"
"Heath?"
She whispers and he laughs, soft.
"I'm here,
sis. C'mon. It's not bad."
Her gaze drifts to
me, and she says, her voice shaking. "I'm in the middle of
something."
"Lily
mentioned you vanished with a mysterious boy last night. Will I like him?"
She laughs then,
low and throaty and it's teasing and adorable. "You'll want to fuck
him," she says, and my head snaps up.
I've fucked twins
before. Usually sisters. Would I fuck my Oracle and her brother, the one whose health
bought my girl's sanity and brought her to me?
Yes. I'd fuck them
both in a fucking heartbeat.
"You're giving
that idea some serious consideration," she says, as I sit there, staring
at nothing. I shrug. No point in lying. She'll read the truth in me, either
way.
"I want to
make you happy, sweetheart. If making you happy means I fuck your brother, I'll
do it. It wouldn't be the first time I've fucked a man to make my Oracle
happy."
She blinks at me.
Blinks again. Opens her mouth to say something and decides against it.
Muttering to herself, she shoves to her feet and starts to do her hair and
gives me a petulant frown. "You are a very strange man, Apollo."
I smile.
Not a man at all.
And she'll learn that, all too soon.
We get to the hospital just
after lunch, and Iris is, shockingly, not falling apart. She is swaying softly
at my side, and humming under her breath, playing a beat over my fingers where
hers are tangled.
We stop at the
front desk, and she gets directions to the room her brother’s been sent to and
when she moves, she’s almost pulling me down the empty hallway.
“He was in ICU,”
she whispers and I glance down at her. Her eyes are hidden behind heavy glasses
and an oversized hat, but I can hear the excitement in her voice. “Why was he
moved?”
“You’ll need to
talk to his doctor, ma’am.”
She snorts at that,
but tugs me deeper into the hospital.
Lily is standing
outside a room, halfway down the hall, and my grip on Iris tightens.
"Sweetheart," I whisper and she groans, tugging against my hand
grumpily.
"I know. They
can't know I'm batshit
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