Leaving my man was not going to happen, and despite Dusty’s lousy choice to join in to kill my brumbies, he wouldn’t let Hendrixx die on purpose.
Shifting my weight from my knees, I positioned myself so Hendrixx’s head was on my lap, close enough so I could keep my hand pressed on his wound.
“I’m here honey, and when you get better, you can make up to me for all this worry,” I whispered brokenly, stroking his face.
A barely-there grunt tore from his lips, the faintest of sounds, but it was music to my ears and my heart.
“Yes, I know, Blake Isobel, you are in so much trouble,” I recited his favourite phrase. Feeling his face shift slightly deeper into my palm, I cradled my man.
“I am also very much in love Hendrixx and ready for anything you wanna give me.”
HENDRIXX
I watched the door to the hospital room, waiting for my Blake to walk through it. Fenixx said the cops had her at the Triple H making a statement about the night’s events.
I wanted her here now. I needed my eyes on her, to see for myself that the rustlers didn’t get to her. Though, I’d heard her talking to me in the valley, and felt her hands on me.
When Fenixx turned up with the ute to take me back to the house, Blake stayed behind to bring our stallion back. Lancelot, the massive, spirited beast capable of throwing or trampling her.
“Fucking hell, Drixx, will you stop it,” Noxx complained from the chair next to my bed, “she will be here soon. Mum called and said Blake just had to go to the station for the formal interview due to the fact that she shot the guy in the knee, and when she is done, Mum will bring her to you.”
“Why aren’t you with your new daughter?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him, hating for the first time, his ability to read me. The whole Blake shot someone was something I was going to digest a bit later after the morphine wore off completely.
“Because you got shot,” he drawled in a tone that suggested I was an idiot.
“Funny fucker. What do we know about the guy that shot me?” The wound from the shotgun wasn’t as bad as the bump on the back of my head. Luck had been on my side when the man shot me, his aim barely above par hitting me in the side the pellets missing anything important. It was my head that coped the worst when I fell off Lance, and I landed on a half-buried boulder splitting my scone open.
“Only from what Marty told me briefly when I got to the Triple H tonight. No one important, just a drifter looking for easy money. He isn’t a local or even a resident of Victoria, Marty mentioned he has a warrant out for him in the Northern Territory. Apparently, it is for aggravated assault on a woman,” he told me sombrely, the very simple message there was Blake could have been his next victim. He could have assaulted her, hit her, or worse played out the vile crap he’d sprouted to me about her body.
“I don’t know how I … what I would have done …”
“Don’t Drixx, don’t go there, trust me. Nothing good comes from the what-if game. I did that to myself when Makena left me, then later when she got hurt, and it about drove me to the brink. I couldn’t let her out of my sight for longer than a few minutes. I get it, I do, but don’t do that to yourself,” Noxx advised, and he was right, he had enough experience getting lost in the what-ifs to last him a lifetime.
Fisting the sheet lying on top of me, I growled in frustration.
“I just want her here, so that I can see for myself.”
“You going to put a ring on her finger, Drixx?” Noxx enquired, like the gossip he was.
“I think Blake should be the first to know that don’t you, sticky nose?” I retorted, smiling at my older triplet.
Then my ears pricked when I heard the unmistakable sound of heeled boots clicking down the hall of the hospital. My heart picked up and my dick twitched despite the pain meds administered through the IV in my arm.
Blake.
Her sweet voice called out, asking if she was at the right room, her question wobbled and nervous. My girl did not like hospitals, she had not been in one since her dad passed away six years ago.
“In here, baby,” I shouted as loud as I could, so she knew she was at the right door.
Then the door opened, and there she was–my sexy, blonde cowgirl, and by Christ she was in so much trouble.
“Hendrixx, honey,” she breathed out my name and the endearment I loved so much, as she entered the room and came straight for me.
“Oh god, I was so scared,” she sobbed, not happy to stand by the bed and take my hand, nope not my Blake. Instead, she climbed up on the bed, straddled my out-stretched thighs and grabbed my face between her hands.
“Don’t ever do that to me again, Hott! I am the reckless one, you are the level-headed one, that is why we work so well, we complement each other,” she lectured, her forehead pressing to mine, her lips hovering.
Wrapping my IV free hand around her neck, I swiped the tears from one cheek with my thumb.
“It’s my job as the man who loves you to follow you wherever you go, I would follow you into death baby, if it meant I
