His brows dip in concern, worry leaving his expression when I say, “That was supposed to be saved for my ass.”
He laughs. “Don't worry. I'll have more for you in an hour.” He winks, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth.
Due to my second nap of the day, it actually takes two hours but boy, does he deliver. And then it happens again later on in the night and we don't end up getting in the bathtub the next morning until after he's done fucking me in his barn and on the four wheeler in the middle of his pasture.
Seventeen
Nicolas
I let out a sigh of annoyance when there's a knock at the door. It means I have to break away from Patrick and I can tell by the way he's scooting closer as I climb out of bed that he doesn't want that either. I'm not normally a fan of cuddling but I'd rather have him clingy with me than anyone else.
“I'll be back, bo. Gotta answer the door real quick.”
“Make them go away,” he says without opening his eyes while dragging the blanket up his body.
“That's the plan.” I kiss his temple and scramble to the floor searching for my pants.
Once dressed enough to greet visitors, I rush to the front of the house, ready to make the loud banging stop. I tug the door open and a man in uniform is standing in front of me. “Are you Nick?”
“Yes. How can I help you?” I hate how this whole thing has brought the cops to my place.
“I was told Patrick would be staying here and I've come to deliver some news. It's probably a good thing he isn't alone and not staying at his brother's house right now.”
“What is it?” A quiet voice says behind me.
I lower my eyes at him. “Didn't I say I'd be back?” I say quietly to him and he rolls his eyes, closing my robe tighter around his body.
“You were taking too long.” His gaze reverts back to the officer. “Did you find out whose finger it was?”
“Yes,” he says with a sigh. “It came from someone we least expected too. We don't know if they are trying to scare you or are coming after you because they think you might know something. Either way I think we should have a patrol car hang around for a few days.”
“Who's the finger from?” I ask, trying to distract my brain from focusing solely on cops hanging around for way longer than I'd like.
“It’s…well, Patrick,” He says, looking beside me. “It’s from your brother.”
I wrap an arm around him and his hand flies to his mouth. My eyes dart from him to the other man, and I say, “How the hell is that possible? Did it happened before the accident?”
“That’s the strange thing and we are looking into getting more security at the hospital as well. Someone must have snuck into his room recently and done it. The finger is fairly fresh.”
My eyes bulge, hand tightening on Patrick's shoulder. “How did this person have the time to do this and how has no one noticed?”
“My brother was mutilated while the hospital staff was just on the other side of the door. Do they just let anyone walk in?”
The cop lets out a drawn out breath. “As I said before we are looking into it. He has only had two noted visitors since he's been there. Patrick here and his husband.”
Patrick didn't tell me he was married. Did he know? And where the hell has this husband been all this time while Patrick has been struggling to keep everything afloat here alone?
“His husband…” Patrick stammers. “Do you happen to know his name and how I can find him?”
“All he gave me was his first name, Chris and he did give us a contact number but I'm not at liberty to share that.”
“Of course not,” Patrick grumbles and I rub at the center of his back.
“I'm really sorry about all this. It should have been caught sooner. Whoever did that knew how to stop the bleeding and were very good with a sewing needle.”
“So no leads on who started the fire then? I'm guessing they are related?” Patrick straightens his stance.
“We are still looking into that too and from what we can see it was intentional. It was caused by an outside source.”