“That’s what you get for trying to take pills with a dry throat.”

Pyro growls playfully as he sets the glass of water down on his nightstand. I reach for the gauze pads and antibiotic cream that Doc left for his wounds. When I lift the tape from his leg, he hisses, making me feel even worse for him. He tries to jerk his leg away as the last bit of tape pulls at his leg hairs.

“Dammit, Stefan! Stop moving!”

“Say it again,” he growls.

My eyebrows pull as I look up at his face and away from his leg. “Say what again?”

“My name.”

Awww. “Stefan,” I whisper as I lean up and peck him on the lips. “Now, sit very still,” I say, trying to sound stern.

I apply the cream on his wound as lightly as I can. I’m afraid I’ll anger the wound, and he’ll be in even more pain. I’m glad I don’t have a light stomach or else I might feel faint from just looking at the stitched hole in his thigh. Once I apply the new bandage, I jump up, throw the old one away, and go wash my hands. When I return, he’s already nodding back off to sleep. Carefully tiptoeing to him, I place a small kiss on his forehead and slowly back away.

“I can’t do this shit anymore, Lana. I need to move, be active, or something!”

A laugh bubbles in my throat as the book I’m reading flies from my hands and thuds against the wall.

“Hey! I was reading that!”

Pyro flips his body over towards mine.

“Be careful! You’re going to rip a stitch right open!”

Stefan rips the sheet away from my body, revealing my tank top and boy shorts. As he moves to his knees between my legs, he lifts his shirt over his head. I gulp at the sight of his sculpted chest. His tanned eight pack begs for my touch. His hands slap my thighs, his fingers caressing the edge of my boy shorts before pulling them down my legs.

“I was shocked to find you in my bed this morning. I’m about sick of you staying in that damn slam room,” he growls.

I am too, I want to say, but he seems to be on a roll. He pulls down his sweats and his delicious c**k stands at full alert. I lift my body up, wrap my arms around him, and press my lips to his. His tongue seeks permission to enter, so I open my mouth to greet him. Stefan’s arms wrap around me, his hands digging into my back while his mouth makes love to mine. One arm drops to my bare ass, lifting me higher so I can wrap my legs around his. He’s so strong.

I reach down between us, grab hold of his c**k to position him at my entrance, and sink down onto him, inch by hard inch. Our groans mingle as I slowly work my body up and down his length. I break free from his mouth and tilt my head back when his hand moves from my back to my neck. Our pace is slow, cautious, as if we don’t want this spell to be broken. With ease, he lowers me onto my back without skipping a thrust.

“God, baby,” he whispers, dropping his head into my shoulders.

I slide one hand up into his hair, my fingers wrapping around a handful of strands, and lightly pull. His thrusts grow harder as we both pant for air. The sweat from his forehead drops onto my body.

“I’m gonna cum, baby. Are you close?”

God, am I ever. I can do nothing but nod as I gasp.

He pounds into me harder as he drops his mouth to one of my br**sts and begins to suck. I squeeze my pu**y tight against his c**k as I begin to cum. Stefan growls with his release, his thrusts becoming slower as we both try to catch our breath.

When we come back to reality, I immediately push him over to his side so that I can check his wound.

“You need to take a shower so I can clean your wound and redress it.” I pat his good leg. “Go.”

He huffs. I lift an eyebrow, begging him to challenge me on the subject. He doesn’t. He gets up with a smirk and limps towards the bathroom, leaving me to collapse on the bed and wonder where he and I are to go from here.

Chapter Nine

I’ve done a lot of thinking in the past week. I’ve decided I want to try with Pyro, and that if Winter is getting serious with Braxxon, we might as well start planning a life here in Jamaica, Nevada. I spot Braxxon walking down the hall and ask him if he can send her into the slam room so I can talk to her. I haven’t been sleeping in there, but when Pyro gets to be a little overwhelming, I hide out to straighten up my thoughts some. I go into the slam room and sit on the bed, waiting for her.

She comes in about five minutes later.

“Hey bitch,” she says, shutting the door behind her and jumping up onto the bed beside me. “What’s up?”

Here goes nothing. “I was thinking, and I want to run something important by you.”

“Okay. Let’s hear it.”

I clasp my hands together on my lap and take a deep breath. If I tell her my idea and she goes for it, then it’s a done deal that will change my life and hers.

“I want to open a club here in Jamaica, and I want you to be my business partner in this venture. It will be our club. We can choose if we want to dance or not. I figured, we’re protected here, and if we have any problems, we have the guys to look out for us. Make it safe.”

I release my breath and watch as her face almost splits in two with a wide grin.

“Oh. My. God. I love it! Let’s go wait for Braxx.” She squeals, grabbing my hand and dragging me off the bed and out the door.

We’re sitting at the bar waiting for Braxxon to get back, bouncing ideas off one another about names for our new place. This is the most excited I have been in a long while. I hope he goes for it. I wouldn’t feel comfortable opening something up in this town if I didn’t have the club backing us up. Besides, we don’t know anything about the area.