With his hands clenching my ass in a painful hold, he gave me a fierce tug, pushing his cock against my pussy, sending delicious zings of electricity through me.

“Hey,” Dominic snarled from the kitchen as the smell of sizzling bacon filled the air. “Levin.”

Levin’s hand shifted off my ass again, this time to flip Dominic off. It returned to my body a second later as I ground against his erection, my breathing heavy.

“That’s fine. You dry fuck her. I had the real thing this morning, shit whistle,” Fallon called out, sounding like it wasn’t fine and he was ready to throw himself into the fray with us.

“Wasp.” Dominic’s footsteps pounded toward us. A moment later, he pulled me off Levin’s lap.

“What the fuck, man?” Levin groaned, glaring up at Dominic, who tucked me into his side.

“We’re going to eat. Vasiliev already fucked her when he shouldn’t have.”

“I wasn’t going to fuck her. I just wanted to get her off,” Levin said, sighing. “For fuck’s sake, man. Chill. Don’t you like hearing her come? She had a bad night. Let her feel good.”

Dominic hesitated for a moment, his green eyes skating over me.

“Me and you later,” I murmured, pleading with my eyes. “Just us if you want.”

He swallowed before releasing me. “Fine. But wait until Doc is gone. I don’t need him coming out here and seeing you coming on Levin’s lap.”

Both Levin and Fallon burst into laughter.

I went up on my tiptoes and pecked Dominic on the cheek then started to back away quickly. He snagged me back to him and crashed his lips against mine.

“You and me. Later,” he rasped against my lips. “Promise. Say it.”

“Y-yes, Dominic,” I choked out, his words twisting butterflies in my guts. “Promise.”

He held me for a beat longer before pushing me back onto Levin’s lap and returning to the kitchen without a backward glance.

“Crazy fuck,” Levin mumbled, wrapping his arms around me again.

“Agreed,” Fallon said, winking at me.

I grinned back at him, knowing my cheeks were red. I turned my focus back to Levin.

“I’m going to go check on Vinny.”

“Mm, OK. I’ll go with you.”

He set me on my feet, took my hand, and hauled me to the small, makeshift hospital room.

Doc Alan was talking to Vincent, who looked like he’d gone all five rounds with a heavyweight champion. His lip was busted. His eyes were nearly swollen shut. His handsome face was marred by ugly purple bruises. My chest clenched as I took him in.

“Just push the button if the pain gets to be too much. It’ll deliver the pain meds right to your IV. They’re clean cuts. You’re lucky they played nice with you.”

“Thanks,” Vincent said weakly, his gaze sliding to us in the doorway. His lips curved into a tired smile. “Baby B.”

I practically ran and climbed into bed with him.

He let out a soft chuckle as he wrapped his good arm around me. I hugged him, tears rolling down my cheeks.

“Aw, B, what’s wrong?” he murmured as Doc talked to Levin and repeated the same directions to him as he’d given Vincent.

“I was so scared. I thought I’d never see you again. I thought they were going to kill you—”

“No, baby.” He tilted my chin up so I was staring at him. “I’m never leaving you. They can try all they want, but they’ll never be able to tear me away from my girl.”