“How is my son?” Dean’s father asks.
“Your son is going to be okay. After making sure no damage had been done to anything vital, we were able to stitch him up. He’s awake and asking for his wife.” My eyes widen at the fact he’s asking for me.
“Um, are . . . you sure?” I stammer.
“Yes, Mr. O’Connell is quite insistent that he sees you,” the doctor informs me.
“Go to your husband, iníon,” my da says, urging me with a nudge to my lower back.
Nodding, I follow the doctor through the doors to the back and down a hallway. At a closed door, he stops and opens it. I step inside the room and he closes the door behind me.
My eyes widen at the sight in front of me.
“Bridget,” Dean calls my name but I don’t think he even knows I’m here, considering his hand is wrapped in the hair of another woman as she goes down on him.
The woman moans around him and he grunts and holds her head still.
“Can I help you?” the woman says with a smirk on her face as she lifts her head and wipes her mouth.
Dean’s eyes turn and focus on me then on the soith who just finished sucking his dick. “What the fuck? Jewel?”
“What the fuck indeed! Your doctor comes out there to let us all know you’re alive and asking for me. Did you want me to see you cheating on me? Is that it?” I snap, tears welling in my eyes. I’d only just given him my virginity mere hours ago and this is what happens.
“Oh, sweetheart, you could never satisfy a man like this one here.” The woman Dean called Jewel smirks. “You see, I’ve been takin’ Dean’s cock for a long time and I’m not giving it up,” she declares and runs her fingers across her lips.
“Are you kidding me right now?” Dean snarls at the same time I shake my head and turn to leave the room, not wanting to hear another word he says. He can have his bréagán. “Don’t you walk out that door, Bridget,” he says, using a commanding tone of voice with me.
“You can’t stop me,” I state and open the door to leave the room. I’m stopped from leaving the room as Mitch is standing there. He takes one look at me then glances in the room behind me, his eyes narrowing.
“What the fuck are you doing in here, Jewel? Better yet, how the fuck did you get in here?” he demands, pushing me back into the room and closing the door.
“I followed you and Dean here and when I saw him being loaded into the ambulance I came here.” She then shows off her scrubs and giggles. “Don’t I look hot in this outfit?”
Nausea rolls in my stomach and I turn away wanting to leave, but I’m stopped by Mitch who’s blocking the door.
“No, you stupid bitch,” Mitch sneers. “You came all the way from North Carolina, followed us here for what?”
“Jewel, you better get the fuck away from me before I kill you. I’ve never killed a woman but at this moment, I want to snap your fuckin’ neck then wash my dick to get the feel of your mouth off of me.” Dean sounds furious and not in a good way either.
“But you’ve never had a problem with me putting my mouth around your dick before,” Jewel whines.
“Bitch, I swear to God if you don’t shut the hell up and get out of here now, I’ll put a bullet in your head,” Mitch snaps, taking a step forward and pushing me backward and closer to Dean.
When he has me close enough to my husband, I flinch at the feel of Dean’s hand wrapping around my wrist from behind.
“You wouldn’t kill me,” Jewel protests. “I’m one of the best dancers at Sinner’s Cove.”
“Not anymore you’re not,” Dean declares, tugging on my wrist. This movement causes me to topple backward and I fall onto the hospital bed. If he didn’t release my wrist and grab my waist when he did, I could have hurt him.
“What are you doing?” I hiss and try to get up but he keeps me locked to him. Even hurt, Dean is stronger than I am.
“I’m in fuckin’ pain right now, coming out of a drugged stupor from whatever the fuck they gave me. Not letting you storm out of here after seeing something I couldn’t control. Shit, I thought it had been your fuckin’ mouth on me once I realized it wasn’t a motherfuckin’ dream. Now sit here and behave,” Dean growls.
“What’s going on in here?” my da demands. He must have grown tired of waiting. Being a man of power, he’s not one to wait for answers or to see someone is safe himself. Dean’s father is standing next to mine glowering at Jewel.
“Someone want to explain why there is a bréagán in my son’s room?” he snaps.
“I’m not a whore,” Jewel says snidely, stomping her foot. “I’m Dean’s woman.”
“The hell you are,” Dean snarls and tightens his hold on me to keep me from moving off the bed. “Someone get this cunt out of my room.”
“My pleasure,” Mitch grumbles and makes his way across the room. He roughly grabs hold of Jewel’s arm and drags her out of the room. The woman protests and whines the entire time.
The door closes behind them and Dean slumps back into the bed with a groan of pain.
“Will you let go of me now?” I demand. I can’t get the vision of Jewel’s mouth going down on Dean and his groans of pleasure out of my head.
“No, mo chuisle, I won’t,” he mutters.
“You want to explain what’s happened here? And why that woman was in
