Worshipped (Worshipped Series Book 1) (29 page)

I don’t say anything else on that matter. I know it is a normal person’s response to have some sort of PTSD. I hope that is all it is. I also stress about Karen. She is still missing, and I haven’t gotten another phone call from her either.

I kiss Conner goodbye and make my way back to hospital. I do believe all the nurses know me by heart. I’m always here. I would have told them to give me a bed, but I also want to see Conner. I think it’s was weird that Conner refuses to come to the hospital. He told me more than once: he does not want to see Isaac the way he is. I guess seeing Isaac brings back memories of his dad having cancer. I don’t blame him for that. Everyone handles their own grief in a different way.

I walk into Isaac’s room. I sit down at my chair and take a deep breath. It’s hard seeing a man that is so strong just lie there in a hospital bed. He’s looking better; he does every time I come. I take his hand and lean down to rest my head on his hand.

“Come back to me, Isaac. I need you. Conner and I cannot raise two babies own our own. Please wake up, Isaac.”

A few tears fall down my cheek, landing on his hand. I feel Isaac move his hand. I look down, thinking I imagined it. But no, he squeezes my hand harder and harder. I yell out for a nurse and tell her I think he is waking up. I do not want to let go of him, afraid he will leave if I do. I made the nurse work around me. While she checks his vitals, I see the most wonderful thing in the world. Isaac’s eyes flutter open and lock with mine.

I literally push the nurse out of my way so I can get closer to him. I am glad the nurse doesn’t mind and leaves to give us privacy. I hear her say she is calling Dr. Wyatt before she shuts the door. I hope she takes her time.

Isaac and I never leave each other’s gaze. I have my hand over my mouth trying to keep in the tears. It’s not helping. When he smiles, I feel the world move and my blood heat. I come to him, taking in mind of his injury. Isaac, on the other hand, couldn’t care less if he was hurt or not. He pulls me down on top of him and holds me so tight I can’t breathe for a minute.

I don’t care that Isaac hasn’t been able to brush his teeth in weeks. I don’t mind the beard he has growing in, or that he kind of smells. I definitely do not care that a nurse and the doctor walk in as I kiss Isaac with all I have. I missed him fierce. With my kiss I pour my heart out to him. I let that kiss show how much I love him and how glad I am that he came back to me. Isaac breaks our kiss when we hear a few throats clearing. I don’t care that people are watching. I’m ready to take Isaac like I’ve never had him before. Funny how I didn’t once think of sex until this moment.

After the doctor checks Isaac over, he tells us Isaac needs to stay in the hospital for a few more days. I am disappointed he can’t come home right away, but I want him 100% better before we leave. The doctor and nurse leave a few minutes after they are done poking and prodding Isaac.

Once they’re gone, Isaac pulls me right back to him. I let him, knowing I need to feel him as he does me.

“You do not know how much I’ve missed you,” I tell him. I feel him smile on my forehead.

“How long was I out for?”

“Almost three weeks. I didn’t think you were ever going to wake up.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m so damned sorry for everything.”

I turn my head to him as I say, “You have nothing, and I mean nothing to be sorry for.”

I watch as he thinks about everything I’m saying. I see the guilt right on his face. “Stop that right now, Isaac. I meant what I said. You have nothing to be sorry for.” He seems to accept what I tell him. His eyes lighten to that beautiful blue I’ve come to love and I lean in for another kiss.

I have to pull away before I tear his clothes off. I know he isn’t quite ready for our kinky sex. Or his dominant sex. Which both, by the way, are fucking amazing. I can’t believe Isaac is finally awake and with me. I can’t wait to take him home and go back to the way things were before all hell broke loose. I tell Isaac what all happened while he was in his coma. He really didn’t miss much, but I thought I should at least tell him what the news was saying.

The news was eating up the story of Dominic. Detective James was also loving all the attention. It seemed every time the TV was on, he was there doing another interview. I wondered how long they would talk about the hell Dominic put us through. I had gotten a few calls from reporters, but I never answered and I ended up changing my number. Again.

I step out of Isaac’s room to call Conner and let him know Isaac was awake. The nurses want to change Isaac’s bandage, and I’m feeling queasy already. I think it would be best if I’m not around for that. Conner sounds relieved Isaac was awake. I can hear it in his voice. I tell him I’m going to stay the night with Isaac, and I will see him tomorrow. I can tell he isn’t thrilled on that idea, but it isn’t like he can come and take me home. Well, he can, but I’m not leaving Isaac.

A few days later Isaac got the okay to go home. Finally, we were going home. I want to start a new chapter in my life with my boys and this is it for us. We are going to forget all the bad shit we’ve endured, I have already called a therapist to get my nightmares under control.

When the police come by to get Isaac’s statement, he is cold and distant afterwards. I don’t think much of it, thinking he doesn’t want to relive that night any more than Conner and I do.

With each day, Isaac and Conner get better and better. Conner doesn’t have to use his crutches as much and Isaac can actually move by himself.

Sex with both at the same time is more difficult than ever. I’m afraid I would hurt one, or Isaac would rip his stitches out. I end up telling them they will just have to take turns. And that is what we do until Isaac is better and isn’t as sore from his surgery. I know he is ready and I also know he has something planned for me. I want to jump up and down like a kid with candy. While I rather enjoyed taking turns with each of my boys, I am more than ready to have them both again. Together.

As soon as we walk into the door of our home, Isaac grabs my hand and we head straight to the bedroom. Conner is already waiting for us.

“Strip,” Isaac demands.

I happily do as I’m told. They quickly undress for me as well. Once I am bare to both, they walk up to me, as if stalking their prey. I love it. I am instantly ready for them. Conner grabs my neck and pulls me in for a hot kiss. Isaac has a hold of my waist, using his hand to leave a trail of goose bumps on me. I moan in Conner’s mouth when Isaac touches my clit. He uses his thumb to make circles on my sensitive bundle of nerves.

Conner pulls my head back and made his way down to my breasts. All the while Isaac is playing havoc on my clit. I want one of them inside me, right now. I don’t think I can stand another minute of it. I want to be filled to that pleasure/pain point.

Instead, I’m moved to the bed. Isaac and Conner stand on either side of me and they each pull my legs open. I watch with hooded eyes as they each lick their lips and let out a groan of approval. They each move their hands up slowly on my inner thighs. Conner goes to my clit, while Isaac puts two glorious fingers inside me. I moan loudly, thanking god I am finally getting what I want.

They both tease and torture me until I cannot stand one more second. When they each grab my swollen breasts, and pinch my nipples at the same time, I came. I came hard and very loudly. They work my entire orgasm out of me. I thought I would come again when I saw both of them lick their fingers clean. Fuck, that is hot as hell. Isaac flips me over, putting me on all fours. Conner comes to the front of me putting his hard cock in my mouth. I suck him deep, and cup his balls with my hand.

I can feel Isaac behind me, lightly touching my ass. I know what he wants to do. I wiggle my ass for him, urging him to do what he knows I need as well. The first smack on my ass almost makes me come. I become even wetter than before for Isaac. He rubs the sting away and gives me another and another. He never hits me in the same spot.

As I take Conner as far as I can, Isaac slaps my ass over and over. He dips two fingers inside me, and he groans as he feels how soaking wet I am for him. I feel Conner tense; he isn’t ready to come, and I want Isaac to hurry so we all can come together. That isn’t part of their plan though.

Conner pulls his cock out of my mouth, and I am flipped on my back. Isaac is now at my mouth, cock in his hands, while Conner has my legs over his shoulder and his cock deep inside me. He kisses my leg with each stroke. I use my hand to take over for Isaac. I want him in my mouth, but that isn’t happening with what Conner has me doing. Conner pounds hard and deep. I stroke Isaac’s hard cock fast just how he likes. Isaac starts to rub my clit again and I am seconds from coming. I hold off, wanting them to tell me to come for them.

Conner starts to move faster and faster. I grip Isaac’s cock tighter and then finally, Isaac tells me, “Come for us, baby.”

Oh God, do I come. I feel Conner let go as Isaac comes all over my breasts. I yell out with them, loving every second. I lie there as Isaac gets up to get a towel to wipe his come off me. I wince at the emptiness when Conner pulls out of me. After I am clean, they each lie beside me. I feel so much better after that. I knew I had missed them together, but I didn’t realize how much until now. I feel so satisfied.

“That was fucking amazing,” Isaac says.

Conner and I moan in agreement. It was amazing. My boys never disappoint. Isaac and Conner roll facing me, and place a hand on my belly. Each week I’m looking more and more pregnant. I’m a little worried about how big I will get, but at the same time I love seeing my belly grow. It makes it seem more real to me. I had been feeling the babies more and more lately. It felt like I had a lot of butterflies in my stomach.

Which is why when I actually feel the babies kick, we all three stop all movement. I think we all stop breathing. “Did you feel that?” Isaac and Conner say at the same time. I laugh at them, loving they got to experience that with me. We finally drift off to sleep, Isaac and Conner’s hands still resting on my stomach.

I had been seeing my therapist for two weeks when the nightmares finally stopped plaguing my sleep. I feel like a new person, being able to sleep through the night soundly. Conner is just as thrilled as I am. Isaac is still not talking about that night with Dominic. I’ve tried a few times to get him to open up, but he refuses. I know something is bothering him. While I make progress with the kidnapping, Isaac hides deeper and deeper in his shell. Conner doesn’t seem to be affected by any of it. He seems to have gotten over it like it never happened. I am a bit jealous of that. It’s unfair for him to go on like nothing happened.

Everything seemed to be going as normally as things should, until we got an unexpected visit from Detective James. I answer the door and let him inside. I wonder why he is here. It has been weeks since we heard anything from the police or reporters. I am glad the reporters finally gave up on us giving them an interview.

I lead the detective into the living room and we sit down. Isaac and Conner are upstairs working on painting the baby’s room. Their furniture came in the other day, and I put them to work right away. I look at the detective, again wondering why this visit?

“I’m sorry to be so blunt, but what are you here, Detective?” He doesn’t seem to mind my bluntness.

“I was in the neighborhood, and I thought I would stop by to see how things were going. I also wanted to ask if you had heard anything more from your friend Karen.” It dawns on me how odd it is that he is “in the neighborhood” and he is asking about Karen. I haven’t heard any more from my best friend and every day that I don’t leaves me with a hole in my heart. I still think she is all right, or as all right as someone who had been taken can be.

“I have not heard anything from Karen. Do you have anything new to share?”

Before the detective has a chance to tell me, Isaac and Conner walk into the living room. If I hadn’t been in the room with all three men I couldn’t have explained what happened and I would not have believed it from anyone else. The air in the room became colder and I could feel the tension radiating off Isaac. Conner stands in shock, and I think that I have to be missing something. Detective James has creepy grin on his face, almost as if he is enjoying whatever is about to happen.

I don’t understand what the fuck is going on. Isaac stands directly in front of me and tells the detective to get the fuck out.

Okay…I’m definitely missing a big piece of this puzzle. Detective James slowly gets up right in Isaac’s face. They are nose to nose. The dominance coming off them is making me dizzy. The detective leans to Isaac’s ear and tells him something. Whatever he says does not help the situation.

Isaac stands straighter and gives the detective a glare that tells him to back the fuck off. Conner finally steps in and takes the cop out of the house. Thank god for Conner. I was worried Isaac and Detective James were about to fight. Once the detective is gone, I pull Isaac down to sit by me. He will not meet me in the eyes. I think he thinks I can read him if he does, which is partly true. Isaac is confusing a lot of the times, but I can usually figure out what is going on with him if I look into his eyes.

I finally have enough of him ignoring me, and I take his face in my hands and make him look at me. When I force him to look at me, I see a lot of emotions. I look up and see Conner come into the room.

“He’s gone. Anyone want to tell me what the fuck is going on?” I’m thinking the same thing.

“Isaac, tell us what all that was about?” I didn’t think he was going to answer. He has so much anger in those blue eyes that it scares me to look at him. I have never seen Isaac so angry before. He runs his hand through his hair and down his face. Whatever it is is not going to be good. Conner stands, waiting for Isaac to start talking, while I sit beside him, wondering if we are about to get thrown into another fuck fest.

Isaac lets out a deep breath and starts talking. “Do either of you remember who shot me that night?”

I look to Conner as he says, “I didn’t see. I was trying to get to that other asshole. I was afraid he was going to try and shoot you before someone else did.”