ESCAPE: A Stepbrother Romance (These Wicked Games Book 2) (4 page)

Cade just groaned, and pushed me to where she directed. A nurse helped me up onto a stretcher, then said someone would be with me in a minute.

“What about you?” Cade asked.

The man shook his head. “I’m just a nurse, sir.” He looked at me. “And that’s a lot of blood.”

Then he went back into the room he came from, which looks almost like a doctor’s examination room, except there’s a desk and computer in there as well, and a large window gridded with what looks like wire.

I wonder why a waiting room needs such security.

As I’m pondering this, finally, a doctor comes to see me.

A doctor who, “Had to come all the way back from the parking lot.”

“My shift is over in ten minutes!” he continues.

“I…”

“It takes fifteen minutes to get home. So, now I’m going to be working longer than I’m supposed to!”

“Uh…” I look to Cade, then back. “Sorry?”

He shakes his head and grabs mine.

I flinch.

“Does this hurt?” He moves my head about.

“No, but it’s making me dizzy.”

He waves his hand. “You hit your head last night. I don’t think you’re going to die.”

“You don’t think?” I ask in a strained voice.

He shakes his head. “No.” He places his thumbs on either side of my nose, and I can’t help but wonder if he shouldn’t be wearing gloves.

“Hm. It’s not bleeding anymore.” He pulls his thumbs apart, stretching my nose.

“Does this hurt?”

I shake my head.

“What about this?” He shoves his thumbs together, compressing my nose.

”Ow!”

He waves his hand. “It’s fine. Not broken.”

I sniff, which hurts. “You sure? It might be now.”

He puts out his arms, twisting back and forth at the waist. “Look around. Don’t you think I know this kind of thing?”

“So you’re responsible for everyone in here?” I ask.

“I don’t need your sarcasm.” He huffs. “Try not to… bleed again.”

“Great. I’ll do that.”

“That should help.”

“It seems like it would.”

“Oh it will. I know these kinds of things.”

I nod. “Because you’re a doctor.”

He frowns. “I’m not a doctor.”

“What?” Cade and I ask in unison.

He belts out a laugh that sounds like he might be trying out for opera. “Why would a doctor come all the way out here?”

“So, you’re a nurse.”

“Em, something like that. Anyway, gotta go. Can’t be late.”

“Wha—” I begin, but he turns and—surprisingly quickly—disappears through the keypaded doors leading to the ER just as a woman is coming out.

“Rex?” she calls, looking at a tablet.

Two people at the other end of the waiting room stand, and slowly make their way to her.

Slowly, because the young boy has a bone sticking out of his arm.

“Oh my god!” I cry.

And feel blood start to pour from my nose.

Cade pinches the bridge of his nose, perhaps in sympathy. “For fuck’s sake, Mags.”

Turns out it was
not
a bone sticking out from his arm, but a chunk of a cast that the boy tried to remove himself, and which had attached itself to his skin.

At least that’s what Cade told me.

I couldn’t see, since I was trying not to die, or even pass out, from blood loss.

Now, I sit on the stretcher, head tilted back, wad of gauze to my face, waiting for whoever it is the useless nurse playing on the computer called.

I hear a groan, I cast my eyes down. I groan too.

“Oh good lord!” the not-doctor says, throwing his hands up in the air. “You know I was all the way in my car this time?” He looks at his wrist. “And now my shift ends in two minutes. Two! I live in Silverlake.
Do
you know how far away that is?” He pauses briefly, and I open my mouth to answer. He goes on before I get a chance. “It’s over ten miles away! I can’t
possibly
make it in that time, even if I speed.”

“Sorry?” I say.

He huffs. “You look fine. I thought you needed help.”

I let my head level itself, remove the gauze. Sniff. “It seems to have stopped bleeding.”

He stares at me, hands on hips. Then he throws up his arms again and shakes his head. “Just, great. Perfect. I’m so glad you’re happy.”

He storms off, through the doors again.

The same woman comes out. “Jones?” she calls.

What looks to be a father and daughter stand and make their way to her. The daughter looks a couple years younger than me, and is wearing one of the shortest skirts I’ve ever seen. Short enough to see her thong, and bottom.

But what really catches my eye, is that the dad is too. I would have thought it was the girl’s mom, except for the large beard covering much of his face.

Their outfits make me feel modest in my Hooters uniform. Or at least the shorts, since I’m topless under this sweatshirt. But hey, kept them from having to cut off my shirt when they brought me in.

“Think you can make it to the car without rupturing anything?” Cade asks.

“I’ll manage.” I slide off the gurney, and slip as soon as my feet hit the floor.

Cade catches me.

“Thanks,” I mumble.

He puts his arm around me, and I wrap mine around his waist—he’s way too tall for me to reach his neck—and we hobble in this manner to the car, which is waiting for us outside the hospital.

Cade takes me around to the passenger side, and opens the door.

I look around for paparazzi, but don’t see any. “No cameras,” I say, as he gets my butt onto the seat.

“I’m not
that
famous.”

“Besides,” a female voice says, “they don’t know he’s here.”

I jump and turn.

And find Amélie sitting in the driver’s seat.

She smiles. “Feeling better?”

We drive in silence, and Cade, the asshole, sits in the back.

Cade and I are silent, anyway. Amélie, is not.

“And then we went on the snake roller coaster. Remember?” She looks in the rearview mirror at Cade as she’s done thirty-seven times now since leaving the hospital parking lot.

“Viper,” Cade says.

“Yes! That was so fun.”

She looks at me. “I’m so glad I went to Six Flags instead of Disneyland that day.”

“I bet,” I say, and try not to groan.

She’s so… perky.

I pull my eyes away from her chest. Jealously will get me nowhere.

Although I wouldn’t mind having that sweater she’s wearing.
My
sweater is less than flattering, and I constantly feel like it’s in danger of sliding down too much and revealing a tit at any moment, even though I’m just sitting here and not moving.

I look at my broken phone in my hand and lament my loss. Amélie brought it and my purse for me. And a candy bar, which I’ve long finished. I hate it when she makes it hard to hate her.

“So fun,” she repeats.

 
Six Flags is where they met. Cade was with his friend Corey, and they saw Amélie and her friend Grace sitting on a bench. Cade waved, and the two girls came over.

And the rest is relationship history.

I can only hope the relationship itself is too.

Amélie doesn’t stop talking on the way back, reminiscing about when she and Cade first started dating, but I stop listening about the time we exit the hotel parking lot.

When we get to her building, there’s a valet to take the car, and Cade puts his arm around me as we make our way up to her apartment.

“You two are so cute!” Amélie squeals as we wait for the elevator.

When we get in, I’m reminded of earlier, Cade pinning me, kissing me, his hardness.

I cross my arms over my chest and try to steady my breathing.

“Oh, love, are you cold?” Amélie asks. “You can take a nice hot bath when we get back.”

“I’m fine.”

“I insist.” She pinches my cheek.

I stare at her. Her smile looks insane.

“You’re just so
cute!
”

“Uh. Thanks.”

She turns to Cade. “I
love
your sister.”

Cade sighs.

In the apartment, Amélie puts on a movie while Cade walks me to the bathroom.

“I’ll make popcorn!” I hear her call as Cade shuts the door.

“She’s nicer than I thought.”

Cade shakes his head.

“You don’t think so?”

“She’s nice,” he agrees.

“And beautiful. She manages to be all made up no matter what time it is.”

“I guess.”

I stare at him, contemplating pushing it. But I don’t want to seem jealous. “So, are you here to help?”

“Huh?” He looks around, like he’s stunned to find himself here. “Oh. I…” He shakes his head. “Sorry, I’ll leave you.”

“Wait.” I grab his arm before he can open the door. “Can you help? My shoulder hurts.”

“You’ve fallen enough recently.” He grabs the sweatshirt, begins lifting, and suddenly I get embarrassed.

“Wait!”

He stops.

I pull my arms in, place one across my breasts.

I nod. “Okay.”

He pulls the sweatshirt over my head, careful not to hit my nose.

The cool air caresses my skin, raising goose bumps.

I look to my left, to watch Cade in the mirror, feeling suddenly shy and unable to look directly at him.

He looks from my eyes, to my arm over my breasts. Then he takes my chin, turns my face toward him, runs his fingers down my neck, shoulder, upper arm, to my elbow.

His touch on my bare skin make my legs go weak, but I’m determined not to fall any time soon—I’ve far exceeded my falling quota recently.

His finger runs gently along the arm covering my breasts. “Drop your arm.”

My
stomach
drops at his words, and heat builds between my thighs. “Cade…”

“I’ve already seen all of you, Mags. And I can’t stop thinking about it. How you stood there, how you glowed. I need to see you again.” He takes my wrist, pulls my arm away.

I resist, but he’s too strong.

He stares at my bared tits, grabbing my other arm, pinning both to my sides.

I notice a bulge forming in his pants, and as I watch, it stretches down his thigh.

He pins my hands behind my back, wrapping on large hand around both my wrists. Then he begins unbuttoning his pants with his free hand.

Oh fuck, I’m flooded with desire, delirious with it. I moan as the space between my legs aches.

His button and fly undone, he pulls down, and I watch with growing excitement and disbelief as the first shades of hair appear… the base of his cock…

And then the whole thing springs free, and he leans in, pressing it against the naked flesh of my stomach.

“Cade,” I gasp, and lean into him. This causes pain in my shoulder, with my hands still pinned behind me, but I don’t care.

He slips his hand in the waistband of my shorts, and I’m
so
glad I’m not wearing panties, because his finger immediately brushes my clit, and my body shivers.

He forces his hand in, stretching the shorts, until his fingers are in my wetness.

“Fuck, Mags, you’re so wet.”

“Mmm,” I moan. I feel his cock leaving precum on my stomach, and lean in more, so it slides up, nearly between my breasts.

He gasps, and presses into me.

“Cade,” I whisper.

Cade tightens his hand, and yanks my shorts down.

I look down and see my pussy is fully exposed. And his cock. I want to feel it so bad. Hold it in my hand, my mouth. Anywhere, everywhere.

“I want to taste you,” he says, echoing how I feel. He grabs his cock, runs it up and down my stomach several times. Then he goes lower, circles my clit with the head, and I cry out.

“Shh,” he says, and then he’s at my lips, the swollen head of his cock pressing on me, pressing
into
me, and I think I’m going to lose my mind with pleasure.

“Maggie?” The voice isn’t Cade’s. It’s—

The bathroom door opens, and we both freeze.

Amélie stares at us.

Not at our faces, but his cock, my pussy. And fuck me I know I should be horrified, but all I can think about is how close Cade’s cock is to entering me, to filling me. About how he wants to taste me.

About how jealous Amélie must be.

Then she shatters my fantasy. “What the fuck…”

She finally looks up into Cade’s face. “What the fuck, Cade?”

He lets go of my hands and pulls my shorts up. They wedge uncomfortably in my butt.

“Get out.”

“Cade, what—”

“Get out!”

“No! This is my—”

Cade spins her around then grabs her by the back of the neck and pushes her out of the bathroom. He looks back at me, then pulls up his pants, and shuts the door.

I stare at it.

Then I go to it and lean against it to listen.

I can barely make out voices. I expected yelling, but I can’t even hear what they’re saying.

After a moment, I open the door a crack, and the air this lets in reminds me I’m still topless. Somehow, I don’t really care.

I listen.

“It’s none of your business.”

“But I’m letting you stay here! And her!”

“Yes.”

“Yes? What the fuck!”

“We’ll be gone tomorrow.”

“I don’t want you gone!” Her voice cracks, and I can hear her start to sob. The bitch. I can just see Cade holding her, comforting her.

I’m an idiot for ever having the fantasy that I was any more than some trophy to him. Fuck your stepsister? Check.

He wouldn’t want me otherwise.

Not when he can have any woman he wants.

Even Amélie, the girl who used to be so much richer than him. Whose family still is.

And yet she’s putty for Cade Dorn.

I hear a door shut, and jump, jolted from the thoughts, and quickly shut the bathroom door.

I stand back, leaning against the counter, staring at it.

There’s a knock. Cade. Damn me, but I still want him. If he’s coming back here to finish what he started, I’ll let him, I—

The door opens, my heart rises.

Amélie stares at me, black mascara smeared around her eyes. Her hair somehow less neat.

And she still looks beautiful. “He said to tell you he’ll be back in the morning. You can sleep in the spare bedroom.” She points. “Next door over. There’s food in the kitchen if you’re hungry.”