The Deadliest Secret (The Deadliest Series) (41 page)

             
It took Kaysi only seconds to get a wheel chair but Gwen was already twitching, she was unable to sit still, she was finger combing her hair and adjusting her hospital gowns, the bandages were stark white against her tanned skin. When the sound of Kaysi’s voice sounded behind her.

             
“Your chariot has arrived Gwen.” Kaysi was comfortable using Gwen’s name; hell she had spent a lot of time with her watching over her the past few days.

             
Gwen slipped into the chair gingerly, her body was still screaming at her but she was going to take the pain in order to check on Darrien. Kaysi wheeled her past the nurses station, Gwen wasn’t sure if she would be allowed out of bet let alone walk to find him. Her heart was in her throat, Kaysi kept wheeling her further and further and nervous twitching was setting in. Gwen didn’t know what to do with her hands so she finger combed her hair and ignored the stabbing pain that emanated from her entire core.

             
Kaysi suddenly wheeled around and pushed her butt through the door first then pulled Gwen into the room behind her. The pristine white walls were just like the ones in her room but the smell in this room was different, it smelled so sterile, it made her stomach knot.  The smell was putrid to her, so much blood had been shed, so much time had been spent in the hospital or in the morgue lately she hated the smell and would never be able to stomach it again. She looked over at the bed and her heart shattered. Darrien’s body was motionless, he was covered in gauze and there were tubes in his mouth and nostrils. Gwen squeezed her eyes shut as if the image would change when she opened them.  There was no luck, when she opened her eyes again and they roamed his body she found the exact same scene but this time she noticed his skin was pale and coated in sheen of sweat. He was in pain; Gwen couldn’t take the sight so she buried her head in her hands. Her exhaustion was catching up to her and her tears fell fast, her chest began to heave with sobs.

             
“God he’s hurt so bad.” Her eyes were spilling and her voice was barely audible.

             
“He’s alive though.” Kaysi whispered softly while stroking Gwen’s shoulder.

             
“Barely!” Gwen burst out; she tried to move her shoulder away from Kaysi’s touch but the pain from the jerking motion made Gwen settle down.

             
“If you didn’t do CPR or try to keep him alive he wouldn’t have been alive when we got to him, you saved him Gwen.” Kaysi tried to explain what happened but Gwen wasn’t going to hear it.

             
“He’s fighting for his life because of me, because of my ex-boyfriend, he wouldn’t need to be here if it wasn’t for me.” Gwen’s hysterical shrill rang in Kaysi’s ears.

             
“Gwen, calm down. He’s alive that’s what matters, you’re here and he’s here.”

             
Gwen was beyond speaking at this point. Her tears were falling. She moved her chair slowly beside Darrien’s bed, she held his hand, and hissed the back of his hand.  Gwen mumbled into Darrien’s ear, “please come back Darrien, I love you.”

             
Gwen laid her head down beside Darrien on the bed and soon was overcome by her exhaustion. Her fingers caressed his arm and shoulder. Gwen’s eyes were closed and she felt a hand on her shoulder gently shaking her back to consciousness.

             
“Miss Bjorkman we have to take you to your room.”

             
“Mmmmfuckoff.” Gwen mumbled not awake yet.

             
“Miss Bjorkman…” The voice was exasperated.

             
“I’m not leaving him.” Gwen was more awake now and she tightened her grip on Darrien’s pale hand.

             
“We cannot allow you to stay in the room.”

             
“You will only get me out of here if you tranquilize me and drag me out kicking and screaming.” Gwen’s hand tightened more on Darrien’s in case they started pulling, the nurse looked at her watched and exhaled hard.

             
“Fine, no walking and I’ll have them transfer you over here so we can free up your room since you’re not using it.” The nurse turned and walked out quickly, Gwen’s eyes closed again and she drifted in a fog.

             
Gwen’s body felt heavy and her dream was blurry. No doubt that was a side effect from the medication. Her arms felt like gelatin, and her back was throbbing from the angle that she fell asleep at. There was movement in the room; Gwen felt a hand moving on her head, someone was stroking her hair gently. Her eyes popped open and there was a light on that burned her eyes at first. Gwen grabbed for the hand stroking her head and it was Darrien. He was awake. Gwen launched herself up the bed and began to reverently kiss him over and over again.

              Gwen was beautiful as she slept, the blood started to rush to lower parts of Darrien’s anatomy, her soft, pink, lips were parted just right and even though he was in pain he was getting a hard on. She was in simple scrubs. His hand inched out to touch her. He needed to feel her; he needed to know she was okay. Darrien felt her warm flesh under his rough palm; he dragged his hand over her shoulders then to her beautiful hair. Her blonde locks were still soft and she was still Gwen. He sighed contented. The darkness had scared him. The last thing he could remember was looking at her, covered in blood and sweat. She had been in so much pain but he couldn’t do anything to stop it. He leaned down and kissed her head then went back to just rubbing his hand through her luscious locks.

             
She started to move a little. He kept his hand moving. Suddenly her eyes popped open and she was on the bed with him. Her lips were firm against him, and if a beautiful woman only covered in a hospital gown couldn’t get your blood pumping he didn’t’ know what could. His hands moved to her backside, he ignored the feel of the needle that pinched his vein. Her only reply was a soft moan, and in response his body completely woke up, he was stiff and aching to be inside of her. The machine that monitored his heart started to chime that his heart rate was rising. He didn’t care. Darrien wanted her and he wanted her bad. So long as Gwen wanted him he would not stop her at all. His hips were pushing up and her lips invited him more.

             
Gwen on top of him again was like a dream come true. He didn’t give a damn about his own health she was fine. Damn was she fine. He massaged her hips and pulled her down tightly against him. Darrien pulled her hair lightly and she turned her head just right. His lips found purchase against her neck, she moaned once more. He could tell just by the guttural sound she was ready for more; she was wet just where he needed her. His mouth parted and captured her tender lip between his teeth; he teased it by licking and sucking it as he would her clit if he could reach it. Gwen’s hips jerked, she was putty for his advances and he was going to take advantage of it. He pulled the IV out of his hand and roughly inserted one of his fingers inside of her, she gasped and started to pull back.

             
“No baby.” His voice sounded like he swallowed razor blades and gargled with lemon juice he needed to feel her.

             
“Oh God Darrien.” She was only able to moan, her fingers stopped trying to pull him away and she began to grind on his bulky finger, his big body shuddered.

             
Darrien instantly wanted to be inside of her. He wanted his mouth to tease her clit and claim her. He wanted Gwen to shake with orgasm the way she did when he first had her. He swirled his finger around inside of her touching every wall inside of her, even after only a day or two he missed the feel of her. Hell, how long had he been out? He didn’t care his attention was on her and she deserved all of it all the time. He pulled her to his mouth aggressively he dominated her body with his own; the only thing keeping them apart was the blanket. He began to fight the blanket, trying to force it out of his way so he could completely claim his female.

             
There was a slight ripping noise when the blanket finally pulled away revealing his elongated flesh and her soft creamy thighs were parted over him, all he had to do was thrust up and he would be exactly where he craved. His entire body heated and his chest rumbled with approval, her scent was filling his nostrils, Gwen’s soft scent made his cock throb to the point of pain. His attention was completely on her, his lips were hard on hers and their hearts seemed to jackhammer in unison. A sudden throat-clearing cough came from the doorway. A male doctor stood in the doorframe and Darrien pulled Gwen into his side, he ignored the jabbing pain. No one would look upon Gwen in the throes of passion except for him so long as there was a breath in his body.

             
“Nice to see you awake Mr. Davis.” Darrien could hear the smirk in the doctor’s voice and he wanted to get up and teach the bastard a lesson about knocking and having that tone when Gwen was near.

             
“Yeah, I’m up now when the hell can I get out of here?” Darrien’s hand rested on Gwen’s inner thigh, he wanted to take her home and have her in privacy.

             
“Soon, we need to monitor you a couple of days.” The doctor was recording Darrien’s vitals as he spoke.

             
“I want to leave.” Darrien grumbled.

             
“Tough Mr. Davis, you are here until you are cleared by the doctor and that just happens to be me.” The doctor clicked his pen and checked Darrien’s pupils.

             
Darrien held onto Gwen tightly, his thumb rhythmically rubbing her creamy flesh. “What about Gwen, how long is she in for?” He could hear the nervousness come through his voice.

             
“She is good to go, she just has to take it easy.”

             
“Well I’m not leaving without Darrien.” Gwen spoke up, her voice was a reprieve for him, and he was touched that she wouldn’t leave without him; he gently squeezed her hand.

             
“We don’t have extra room for you Miss Bjorkman.” The doctor sounded exhausted of arguing with them already.

             
“I’ll stay in here with him.” She offered.

             
“Baby you don’t have to do that.” Darrien inhaled at her neck before placing a chaste kiss on her lips.

             
“You can’t stay Miss Bjorkman.” The doctor was adamant.

             
“Why the hell not?” Gwen pushed herself up and hid her wince unsuccessfully.

             
“What I just walked in on would not be good for the patient’s recovery.” The doctor was getting snappier and Darrien’s hand got itchy to correct his attitude.

             
“Fine I won’t have intercourse with him in the bed, doctor’s promise” She held up her hand as if she were swearing on a bible, Darrien wanted to groan in dismay, he needed to feel her, he could not believe she would agree to this when she knew what he wanted and needed more than anything was to bury himself inside of her and just feel.

             
“Fine Miss Bjorkman, you can stay but you two risk health by having sex against my orders you Miss Bjorkman will be sent out and not allowed to return until he is checking out, understood?

             
“Yes.” Gwen and Darrien answered in tandem.

             
“Good, well keep yourself relaxed and we can see what we can do about getting you out of here sooner rather than later.” The doctor turned and walked out of the room and Darrien’s mischievous smile returned.

             
“I said no hanky panky in the bed.” Gwen chastised his raised brows.

             
“In the bed… there’s a perfectly good bathroom right here.” Darrien had the answer ready.

             
“Darrien no, when you get the green light from the doctor.” She wiggled against him in a vain attempt to move away.

             
“What does my doc say?” He began to use his hips and lips as a weapon, he was grinding and gyrating his hips hard into her, his intent rigid between his legs again and his lips were caressing her throat enhancing his thoughts and he was nipping Gwen’s neck.

             
“I say let’s give you at least a day to heal then I can give you a sponge bath personally.” Darrien’s cock jumped at the mention of Gwen tenderly washing him. He wanted the bath to happen now.

             
“Why not now?” Darrien’s groan was louder than he expected.

             
“Because I can’t leave you.” Gwen’s eyes moved up to his and Darrien felt his heart wrench again her emotion surprised Darrien in the best way he could have ever wanted or needed.

             
“Okay baby, just curl on up with me and let me hold you, that’s the best medicine I can ask for.” He rubbed her shoulders softly.

             
They lay together and talked for the evening, soon Darrien found him telling Gwen about things he never mentioned to anyone again. He explained about his sister, and why he came into the protection program. Soon her breathing slowed, Darrien was midsentence when he looked down and saw Gwen had fallen asleep, her entire body was curled around his. He chuckled slightly and kissed her forehead. Darrien pressed the bed button and laid them down.