G.I. BABY (33 page)

Wiping her hand over her face, Bitty took a moment to compose herself and then turned to look at me. “What?”
 

“Enough.” I gave a harsh nip to her bottom lip that caused her to whimper. “If I could fuck you right now, I would.” Pressing up against her, I let her feel all of me. Natural reaction whenever she was near. I burned for her. “You feel that.”

“Yes.” A hiss. A goddamned plea for more was what I heard in that one word.

“Don’t ever question my desire for you. You are all I see. All I need to be happy in this crazy, fucked-up world. You…you stubborn, hard-headed, beautiful woman, are my happiness.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just that I—”

“Understand.”

At my interjection, she gave me a timid smile and then turned back around. “Can you help me with my hair?”

Nothing else was said while I attended to her needs. Our bodies naked and wet, they brushed against the other. Reconnected with soft, innocent touches—enjoyed the feel of the other.

We needed that.

To just be.

For me, it was knowing that at that moment, she was safe. Healing. That her body and mind would get past this and I’d be there along the way, every step, because I loved her that damned much.

More than my own life.

“Hey, Miranda,” I called out when I reached the nurses’ station. “She’s back in bed and starving. Is it okay for her to eat outside food? Maya’s asking for homemade chicken noodle and a turkey club sandwich.”

Laughing, she nodded. “Yeah, she’s not on a special diet. And to be honest, that sounds amazing right about now.” Subtle she was not.

“Are you hungry, Miranda?” I’d be more than happy to get her something too.

Blushing, she nodded and came to stand next to me. “I could eat.”

Bumping my shoulder with hers, I smiled down at her. “You got it. Let me call it in and have one of our friends pick it up.”

“Let me know what I owe—”

“My treat.” She opened her mouth to argue, but I didn’t let her. “Not up for discussion.”

With that, I turned around and made my way back to Maya’s room. We were still waiting for her doctor to come speak with her; I was ready to get her the fuck out of this place and back home. Feelings she shared with me.

I’d just turned the corner toward her room when I was stopped short. What I saw made every molecular cell in my body burn white hot. Anger consumed me. It was overwhelming. Hands shaking and body coiled tight, I rushed forward and grabbed their hand, pulling them back harshly without a care for their safety. I wanted blood.

A loud thud reverberated throughout the empty hallway, followed closely by a cry of pain. “Son of a bitch.”

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

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