Crash Into Me - L.A. Fiore Page 0,82

it.”

Kade returned, took my hand. “He’s still in surgery.” He touched my hair. “Do you want coffee?”

“No,” I said, moving closer to him. I had to think, I had to focus on something other than Ethan on the ground. “They thought it was you. Enzi senior is making his move.” My eyes jerked to Kade. “Carmine.”

But Kade already had his phone out.

Zac had left. I wanted to be out there looking for the one who shot Ethan, but I wouldn’t leave him. It was hours later, when the doctor joined us.

“He’s made it through surgery. He lost a lot of blood, and the next twenty-four hours are critical, but he’s young.”

If Kade didn’t have his arm around me, I wasn’t sure I’d still be standing. He wasn’t out of the woods, but he was fighting. “Can I see him?”

“He’s very sedated. I’d rather you wait for the morning.”

I wanted to argue, but Kade’s lips were at my ear. “You need sleep. I’ll bring you back after you’ve gotten a few hours.”

I nodded.

“We’ll be here at eight. She will see him then.” He wasn’t asking. The doctor nodded.

By the time we got home, I was emotionally and physically drained. I walked into our bedroom, began working on my clothes, then dropped onto the edge of the bed and started to cry. Ethan was going to be okay. I kept telling myself that, over and over. He was going to get through this. But, if I was being honest, what had me on the verge of a breakdown was Kade had been the target, and the reality it could have been him bleeding out on the sidewalk. That he could have flatlined…that I could have lost him.

I couldn’t breathe. I tried to draw air into my lungs, but I couldn’t. Kade appeared, on his knees in front of me, his hand on my chest. “Breathe in, Molly. Come on.” He put my hand on his chest. “Follow me, Baby. Breathe in and out, that’s it.”

My lungs burned, as I drew ragged breaths in and out, the panic attack narrowly avoided.

“I can’t lose you,” I said, on a broken whisper.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“I won’t survive it.”

He pulled his hands through my hair. “You would. You’re stronger than you believe.”

“Would you survive the loss of—”

“No.” He reached for my tee and yanked it over my head. My bra followed. He stood, brought me to my feet and dragged my jeans and panties down my legs. He pulled the covers down. And when I was settled, he stripped, climbed in, and held me close. I wrapped my arm around his stomach, pressed my face to his chest and fell asleep.

When I woke in the morning, he was still holding me close. I lifted my head; he was already awake. “You need to eat, but we can get something on the road,” he offered.

I pressed a kiss to his chest, ran my hand over his stomach, up to his neck. I shifted and kissed him, my lips lingering. “I love you so fucking much.” He fisted my hair and pulled my mouth back to his. His hand moved to my ass, but I was already moving to straddle him. My hand disappeared between our bodies, grabbing his cock, lifting up, his fingers dug into my thighs, as I sank down on him. We both moaned. His hand traveled up my body to my breast, pulled on my nipple, twisted.

“God, you feel so good.” I sighed; my hips found a rhythm, Kade finding it with me, his cock going so deep. I fisted the headboard, rode him hard, his finger finding my clit, tweaking it.

“Yes,” I moaned, his hips pushing up into me. I felt the chills right before the orgasm, my head falling back, as I rode the pleasure.

Dark eyes watched, as he continued jerking his hips, until I rode it to the end, and then he flipped me, grabbed the headboard with one hand, my hip with the other and fucked me hard and fast until he sank in deep and came on a groan.

His hand curled around my hair, his kiss hard and rough and so fucking perfect.

We stopped at Duke’s for breakfast sandwiches, not that I was hungry, but Kade made me eat, pointed out that I hadn’t eaten since breakfast the previous day. We arrived at the hospital and were taken right to Ethan’s room.

He had tubes coming out of him, the machine beeping his heart rate, and he looked so pale,