“That woman,” I sneer, stiffening in Dean’s embrace when he squeezes my waist. “That bréagán was in here giving my husband a blowjob when I walked in.”
“What?” Dean’s father roars. “Son, I suggest you explain this. The doctor stated you were awake and asking for your wife.”
“Da, I woke up to a mouth around my dick and my cum spurting out of it. I don’t remember shit all about it,” Dean sneers. “What doctor said this?”
“Excuse me? Why are you all in my patient’s room?” a man’s voice comes from the entrance to the room. “You all aren’t supposed to be in here. This is a recovery room,” he announces.
This man isn’t the same one who came out to get me the first time.
Meaning the man who stated he’d been my husband’s doctor wasn’t. I can only assume he was paid off by the bitch who’d been in here. She wanted me to walk in to find her going down on Dean.
Nausea rolls within my stomach. I clasp my hand over my mouth and yank out of Dean’s grasp in order to get to the trash can in time to throw up. I hear Dean’s curses and my da’s as he comes over and runs his hand over my back.
Why would she do that?
Is she insane?
“Call Mitch, Da, and tell him to take Jewel somewhere and hold her,” Dean snarls.
“Miss, are you okay?” the man who announced Dean being his patient asks.
“She’ll be okay. It’s been a day for her,” my da states, running his hands soothingly along my back.
“I understand.” He nods and then goes on to speak. “I’m Dr. Kelly. I’m the one who worked on Mr. O’Connell. Now can someone please tell me what you all are doing in this room? My patient lost a lot of blood and needs his rest.”
“Dr. Kelly,” I murmur his name, finding I’m happy to know the name of the doctor who saved Dean’s life as the other man didn’t introduce himself.
“Mo chuisle, come here,” Dean commands gently.
I shake my head and close my eyes. “You need your rest as Dr. Kelly has stated,” I whisper.
“Bridget, get over here,” he demands, not leaving room for argument.
Sighing, I step up to the side of the bed and meet his gaze. Tears welling in my eyes.
Dean reaches out and takes my hand. “Sweetness, don’t cry,” he states quietly.
Shaking my head, I let out a shuddered breath.
I can’t help but cry even more.
“Mr. O’Connell, I need for everyone to leave the room,” Dr. Kelly states.
“No offense, Doc, but I only just married my wife hours ago and I’m not letting her out of my sight,” Dean announces.
“Good man,” Da chuckles.
“She can stay but everyone else needs to step out of the room. When you are in a regular room they can see you,” Dr. Kelly announces.
“How about you get my discharge papers together and they can take me home?” Dean suggests.
“Dean,” I murmur in protest.
“No, mo chuisle, I want to get out of here. I’ll recuperate at the hotel if need be or wherever, but come tomorrow, we’re on the jet going home,” Dean declares, and I want to protest more than anything right about now. However, I can see the look in his eyes stating he won’t take no for an answer. It’s his way or no way at this point. So, I nod my head in understanding.
“Sir, I highly advise against it until you are healed enough,” Dr. Kelly protests.
“And no offense, Doc, you’re not the one who’s been stabbed by a madman who is insistent on killing you in order to get your wife. Now get my discharge papers and I’ll make sure my cousin, who is a nurse, can help me out until I get home. But have no doubt I’ll be leaving as soon as fuckin’ possible,” Dean growls.
“Son, are you sure?” his father asks.
“Yes, I’m more than sure about this. With us here in Ireland, we’re sitting ducks for Kean to find Bridget and try to take her from me. I want her on my turf where I can have more of my men keeping an eye on things.” I open my mouth to argue but keep my mouth shut for the time being. Dean isn’t going to listen to me and it’s clear he’s not about to let me leave his sight anytime soon.
I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not.
Chapter 13
Dean
It’s been two days since landing back in the States and I’m furious as to how everything went down after the wedding.
Bridget, who I’ve only sunk my dick in once, tenses at my touch now. If I didn’t threaten to pick her up and put her in our bed at night she’d try sleeping elsewhere. Only at night do I get my soft woman to hold.
I know she’s hurting right now because of what that stupid whore did. She’s upset and thinks I knew who it’d been suckin’ me off. But I’d stated the truth, I didn’t realize who it was until my cum came spurting out and she’d drank it down her throat.
Fuckin’ hell.
I’d seen the hurt in her eyes when I’d come to. How in such a short amount of time she could come to mean so much to me? And I know I mean the same to her. I can see it when she thinks I’m not looking.
Today I’m taking her with me to Sinner’s Cove. I’m interested to see her reaction. I’ve yet to tell her about all the businesses I own. It would mean the two of us have to have a conversation.
I need to make things right with her and I’m not sure how. Bridget is an emotional freight train. I have come to realize her father wasn’t lying about her being dramatic. I’ve also learned there are ways to play on her dramatics to get my way. Such as her sleeping next to me at night. She’d argued I’d rip my stitches
