Chapter 23: Still that morning: In hospital

CHAPTER 23

EILIDH

STILL THAT MORNING – IN HOSPITAL

M y eyes flickered and slowly opened. Light filtered in from the window, illuminating the room in a soft glow.

The back of my skull ached and something heavy was wrapped around my waist. No, not something; someone. Miki.

His big body was spooning me from behind.

Lying there in the warmth of his embrace, I listened to his soft snores as he slept. It was comforting. I wouldn't mind waking up this way every morning.

After everything he said last night, it seemed that we were both feeling exactly the same about each other, and that gave me a warm glow inside.

We had a lot to talk about and a lot to find out about each other, and I wasn't sure how easy things were going to be for us, but knowing we both felt so strongly about each other had me believing that whatever was ahead for us, we would deal with it, together.

Just lying here made me feel protected and cared for, and I loved that feeling.

The uncomfortable sensation of a full bladder made me grimace. I really needed to pee. Unwilling to move because I didn't want to wake Miki and break the spell I was under in his arms, I clamped my thighs together tighter. I didn't want to face the day ahead. Not yet.

My home had been destroyed, I had no place to live, my colleagues likely wanted to kill me and all I had to my name was a phone, which had thankfully been in my suit pocket and not my jacket.

At least I had insurance. Although that couldn't replace the loss of my personal items and memories, it meant I wasn't totally destitute.

Sighing, I felt the weight of it all pressing on me as badly as my bladder was.

Trying my best not to disturb Miki, I reached a hand up and gingerly touched the back of my head. It was still swollen, but it wasn't pounding this morning, so the few hours of sleep I'd had, and the pain medication, had done the trick. For now. I expected it would bother me again soon enough. However, I'd take a headache and a bit of smoke inhalation over the alternative.

If Miki hadn't got me out, I'd be dead. My insides felt queasy just thinking about it. With everything I'd lost, it might not seem it, but I was lucky to be alive. So, as soon as I could rally my spirits enough, I'd need to sort things out. Some clothes and somewhere to stay would be the first things, but it was obvious from my near escape that I needed protection, too.

Miki would help with that for now, I supposed, and while that thought made me grateful, it also concerned me. Dad had encouraged me to be independent, and I wasn't used to relinquishing control to someone else. If this whole thing had taught me anything, it was that I had to be careful who I trusted.

My sexy Russian wanted us to build a relationship together and, as vulnerable and exhausted as I was last night, I'd happily agreed. But now, in the cold light of day, I questioned the hastiness of my decision.

Oh, I still wanted to give us a shot. I mean, the guy was rich, sexy as hell, and had just saved my life. Of course, I wanted to give us a shot. However, I reminded myself that he was still hiding things from me and even if I thought I could trust him, my judgement had been impaired before.

After all, I had trusted Roy all my life, and then my colleagues, without ever thinking I couldn't, and I had been so wrong. What if I was wrong now? I could be mistaken about my feelings and letting my lust for Miki cloud my judgement because I felt scared and alone. What if whatever he was hiding made him as bad as Roy and the others? Or, god forbid, worse?

No, despite everything, I didn't believe that.

My only actual concern was if I could handle Miki's truth.

Miki exuded power and danger and while that should have put me off him, instead, I found it drew me more to him. I thought about how well he'd handled the police, the doctor, and then Martin.

The man was an obvious leader and with the criminal vibe and the Russian accent; I was still definitely leaning towards him, being a member of the Bratva. Maybe even a high-up member. The star on the wolf's collar of his tattoo certainly suggested a link to the Bratva at least.

Lying there in his embrace, I mulled that idea over in my head.

Could I really be with him if that was true?

The thought certainly wasn't as off-putting as it would have been just a few short weeks ago. My belief in the police and law enforcement had been lost, and my view of the world had transformed.

After taking a walk on the wild side myself, him being a criminal didn't bother me so much. It was more the nature and extent of his activities that could be the problem. We'd need to talk about everything, and soon.

Something pressed into my back, and I realised Miki was sporting some serious morning wood. All thoughts of talking flew straight out of my mind for more pleasurable thoughts.

Thinking of our first time together and the amazing orgasms he'd given me made my nipples tighten and my pussy clench. God, I wanted him badly.

Remembering how he'd tied me to the bed and taken control of my body, I bit back a giggle. I'd loved being at his mercy. It was a complete, and yet unexpected, turn on for me. I hadn't thought I'd enjoy being submissive in bed, but his dominance did it for me and I needed more of it. A lot more.

Maybe we could try that during the sexy exploring he'd promised me. I giggled and my bladder threatened to burst.

Oh oh!

Unable to hold off peeing any longer, I wriggled out of Miki's arms, and ran towards the toilet with a hand clamped tightly between my legs.

"Sweetheart, where are you going?" he asked in a sleepy voice that sent shivers of desire down my spine.

"For a pee!" I cried, giggling as I made it to the ensuite just in time.