by MLJ Quigg
“Hey, baby,” I rasped out and coughed. Fuck, my throat was killing me.
“Here, sip this. It will help with your throat,” the nurse said as she removed the mask and put a cup of water with a straw in it to my lips.
I took a sip, and it helped, so I took a few more. After I’d finished, the nurse swapped the oxygen mask to one that hooked under the nose.
The nurse checked my temperature, blood pressure, and other things I was not aware of because I was still looking at Monique, and then as she was leaving, the nurse said, “The doctor will be in shortly to see you.”
Monique returned, sat on the chair next to me, and took my hand.
“What happened?” I asked, my voice raspy.
“You were shot twice and almost died,” Monique answered.
I frowned, not remembering that at all.
“When was that?” I questioned.
“Last night, Derrick.” She sniffed, and tears fell down her cheeks again.
“Hey, hey, baby. It’s okay. I promised I would never leave you.
I’m not going anywhere, honey. I still have to marry you and put more babies in you, remember?” I said. “I remember. I was so scared, Derrick.” “Come here, baby. I need a kiss,” I said.
She leaned over and kissed me, but when I tried to deepen it, she pulled back.
“What the fuck, babe,” I complained.
“Sorry, honey, but your breath is rank,” she laughed as she explained.
“Sorry, I suppose it would be,” I said sheepishly. “So what happened? I can’t remember.”
“You proposed to me—do you remember that?” she asked.
I nodded my head. “I remember that and the speeches. I remember the door slamming open and then nothing.”
“Well, when they came in, I was talking to Sarah about dance classes for her daughter, Lisa. I covered her when the door opened, and the gunshots sounded. When I saw she was all right, I crawled over to my bag and grabbed my gun, then shot one of the gunmen. Dozer and Trigger shot one each, and then it was quiet. I walked towards you, and you looked at me. Then you just seemed to panic. I didn’t know what was happening, but you pushed me down and covered me. A couple of shots rang out, and I heard you grunt and yell, and then you just lay on top of me. You were shot twice. Dozer had to pull you off me, and we got the kids to get towels to try to stop the bleeding. Then you went into cardiac arrest, Derrick—you died right there in front of us. Dozer and I started CPR, and we brought you back. The ambulance arrived, and I came with you to the hospital. You crashed twice in the ambulance. I was so scared, honey. You can’t fucking leave me, Derrick. Don’t ever do that to me again, please. I couldn’t take it again.” By the end, she was crying so hard.
“Oh, baby, come here. Climb up and lie next to me,” I pleaded with her.
She walked around to the side not injured and climbed onto the bed next to me, and I wrapped my arm around her, kissing everywhere I could reach. It fucking hurt, but I really didn’t care.
“Baby, I’m not going anywhere. I just had a huge fucking sleep, but I’m here now. I ain’t going anywhere again. Please, don’t cry, baby. It’s okay now,” I reassured with her and just held her until her breathing evened out, and I knew she was asleep.
The doctor came in and noticed Monique but didn’t say anything. She walked out and returned a minute later and smiled as she covered Monique with a blanket. She moved to my other side and slid a chair closer to my bed, then sat on it.
“Hi, Mr Adams. I’m Dr Jeffreys. How are you feeling?” she asks.
“Confused. I can’t remember what happened,” I answered.
“That’s natural. Sometimes, our mind will eliminate the trauma that has happened. You may remember with time, or you may not. The mind is a tricky thing. On a scale of one to ten, with ten being the worst, how bad is the pain?” she asked.
“About a seven. Painful, but I can handle it,” I replied.
“Great.” After going on to explain my injuries, she said, “You will be extremely sore for a while until you recover and will be in here at least a week for observations. Now if you require pain medicine, you have a self-administrative drip. You press this button, and a shot of morphine will be administered. You can press it as many times as you like, but you’ll only get one until time runs out, and then you can do it all over again. We’ll have you on that for a couple of days before slowly weaning you off it to a lesser painkiller. Any other questions?” she asked.
“No, I think you’ve covered it. Thanks, Dr Jeffreys,” I said.
“You’re welcome, Mr Adams.” She stood up and left the room quietly.
Squeezing Monique’s shoulder, I kissed the top of her head and whispered that I loved her. She hadn’t moved the entire time. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up a few days later, Dozer and Trigger sat in chairs next to my bed, holding hands and having a whispered conversation. I had been taken off the machines and just had to recover. I started having the meds by mouth that morning. I was still sore as fuck but nowhere near as bad as I was before. It still hurt like fuck to laugh and cough, though.
“Hey, guys,” I said.
They turned their heads and smiled at me.
“Hey, how you feeling?” Dozer whispered.
Why was he whispering? I looked at him puzzled, and he nodded his head for me to look over my shoulder. When I did, Monique was still curled up beside me, covered by the blanket. I hadn’t even felt her. I looked back at the boys and smiled.
“She must have been wiped,” I whispered back.
“She was. Poor thing has been a mess. We brought an overnight bag with bathroom stuff and some clothes. You’ve been in and out of it for a few days so we just left it for when you’d feel better,” Trigger whispered.
“Fucking awesome. Can I have a toothbrush? My breath is rank, apparently,” I said.
Dozer opened my bag, and grabbing the toothbrush, he put some toothpaste on it and handed it to me.
After I brushed, then used the water to rinse, Dozer went into the attached bathroom and washed the toothbrush and cup out, then brought me back a new cup of water.
“Thanks,” I said.
“No worries,” he said and grabbed Trigger’s hand again.
I didn’t think they even noticed they did it.
“Did we lose anyone?” I asked.
“Three club members were shot, but they had superficial wounds and are all fine. We lost a club girl, though. Other than that, everyone is okay,” Dozer said.
“Fuck, not good. Who was it?” I asked.
“It was the fucking Semenov family,” Dozer answered.
“Monique killed Alexi. I got Anton. Dozer shot another unknown person. Mike shot Ivan when he shot you,” Trigger said.
“Are they all gone?” I asked.
“Yep, they are. Good fucking riddance, too. As far as we know, the only family member left is Katrina. She was apparently driving the getaway vehicle. We don’t know where she is. She’s gone underground, but we are looking,” Dozer explained.
“Okay, keep me informed,” I ordered.
“Will do,” Trigger agreed.
“Fuck, man, you scared the shit out of us,” Dozer said.
“I know. Sorry, man. Monique told me a little of what happened, and the doctors told me the damage done to me. I don’t remember any of it. I remember asking Monique to marry me, the speeches, and the door slamming open, then nothing,” I said.
“Fuck, man. I was frozen. I had no idea what to do, but Monique took charge of everything and made sure everyone was good all the while putting pressure on your wound. She was so calm and just got down to business, didn’t freeze at all. She got us all moving on what to do. She even got Mike to cover the guns we all used. She spoke, and we all obeyed. Even when you crashed, she just calmly told me what to do. I turned up at the hospital after the cops had been and taken our statements—Mike sorted out most of the problems there. When we turned up here,
she was a mess. You were in the hands of the hospital staff, and she relaxed as much as she could. So fucking strong,” Dozer explained.
“She’s one remarkable fucking woman, that’s for sure,” I replied.
“Sure is,” Trigger said.
“So... It’s about fucking time you two get your act together.” I nodded at their hands, which they were still holding.
“Huh. What are you talking about?” Dozer said.
“I think he’s talking about the fact you are holding hands,” Monique said, making us all jump.
“Fuck, honey. You scared the shit out of me. How long have you been awake?” I asked.
“Long enough.” She yawned, and then asked, “So you’re a couple?”
“Um, yeah, we are. Is that a problem?” Dozer asked.
“Fuck no. I’ve known for ages you two were together. Don’t give a fuck, personally. It’s your life. If you love each other, all the more power to you,” I stated.
“My best friends are gay. Do you really think I’ll care,” Monique said.
“Well, as we told Mike, technically, we are both bisexual. We both love women. If we found a woman to share that could accept us, we wouldn’t pass up the opportunity,” Trigger said.
“Hold on... Mike knows? Since when?” Monique asked.
“Since last night. He caught us kissing when we went to get the coffee.” Dozer chuckled.
“That’s why he had that shit-eating grin on his face.” She laughed.
“I’m surprised you’re taking it so well,” Trigger said.
“Are you fucking kidding me? Two hot guys going at it is fucking hot,” she replied.
When we looked at her, we could tell she was dead serious.
“You having a fantasy here, honey?” I asked.
“Maybe,” she answered coyly.
Holy fuck.
“Might have to organise it for you, babe,” I said.
“Really, you’d do that?” she asked.
“Hell, yes, I would. I’m not a stuffy arsehole. It doesn’t bother me. I got hard listening to these two go at it on multiple occasions,” I stated.
“Hell. Fuck, Derrick. Don’t say shit like that. I love Sam, but jeez, that’s just cruel. You’re fucking hot,” Dozer said.
“Who the fuck is Sam?” Monique asked.
“I am,” Trigger said with a laugh.
“See, that’s just too many names. It’s too confusing,” she said.
“Still, I wouldn’t be opposed, but only if it’s okay with Sam,” Dozer said.
“Fuck, yes, I’m in. Derrick and Monique are both hot,” Trigger said, giving a cheeky grin.
“You guys are fucking crazy,” Monique said.
“Yep,” the three of us said and laughed, and then I groaned.
Fuck that hurts.
“Ouch. Fuck, don’t make me laugh,” I said.
“Sorry,” they all said in unison.
“All right, I wanna see you two kiss,” Monique said.
They looked at one another, and then Trigger pulled Dozer towards him. They pressed their lips together, and pretty soon, they were going for it. As Dozer grabbed the back of Trigger’s neck and squeezed, Trigger ran his hand up Dozer’s thigh, getting closer and closer to the huge bulge in Dozer’s jeans.
I was rock hard watching, and Monique slid her hand under the blanket and hospital gown, grabbed my cock, and stroked it hard. Holy fuck. The visuals and feelings from all around me were going to set me off very soon.
“Fuck, babe, I’m going to come if you keep doing that.” I moan.
Dozer and Trigger pulled apart and turned towards us.
“I wanna see,” Dozer said.
Monique lifted the blankets and flipped them off me onehanded, all the time stroking me with her other hand.
I was so fucking hard, and pre-cum was rolling down my cock.
Trigger licked his lips while watching it.
Fuck it. I don’t care. I’m a sexual guy, and if he wants to suck my cock, I’m all for it.
“If it’s all right with you, Marty, go ahead, Sam,” I said.
“Fuck, yeah, suck his cock, babe,” Dozer instructed.
Sam leaned forward and licked the pre-cum off. Fuck, that felt good. He put the tip in his mouth and gently sucked.
Oh... my... God. So fucking good.
I moaned, and he went deeper and deeper until I was at the back of his throat. He sucked hard, and I swore I was gonna go off.
He sucked even harder as he came back up, and when he turned and kissed Dozer, Monique and I both moaned.
“Fuck, that was hot,” she whispered in my ear.
“Try feeling it. So good, baby,” I said.
As I pulled her closer to me and kissed her, I felt a mouth on my cock again, and Monique moved her hand. I looked down, and she had her hand on Dozer’s head as he took me deep in his throat. He was more aggressive than Trigger, taking and taking, and soon, I was so close I was panting.
“Fuck, Marty, stop. I’m going to come. Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I groaned as I came down his throat.
When he rose up after sucking me, Trigger grabbed his head and turned him.
“Show me,” he demanded.
Dozer opened his mouth, and you could see the release on his tongue. As Trigger kissed him, you could see their tongues duelling.
Fuck. I was hard again.
“You want a taste, baby,” I asked Monique.
She nodded.
“Marty, kiss her. She wants a taste,” I said.
Dozer stood and leaned over the bed to press his lips to her.
They hardened the kiss, and she moaned loudly.
Fuck that’s hot.
“Can I kiss Sam? Marty, will you let him give me a taste of my come on his tongue? Let him stick his tongue down my throat? Watching as you sucked my cock, taking me all the way and then sharing my come was fucking hot. I’m hard again. Wanna fuck so badly. Don’t care who—you or Sam or Monique. What about coming in Monique’s sweet pussy, then having you eat her? Hmm, I could go for that. Love to see it, actually,” I whispered in his ear.
Dozer groaned and lifted his head, replying, “Fuck, yes. Go for it.”
He went back to Monique’s mouth, and I used my finger in a come-hither motion to Trigger.
“Come here, Sam. Share some of that with me.” I groaned.
Trigger leaned in and kissed me softly on my lips, but I wanted a proper taste, so I took the lead and ran my tongue against his lips. He opened, and I went on the attack. My tongue was in and out of his mouth, tasting myself, and we both groaned to the answering one of Monique’s and Dozer’s groans. We kept kissing for a while until Dozer and Monique pulled apart. I was tapped on my shoulder, and we pulled apart, panting. Dozer pushed Trigger’s head toward Monique, and they started to kiss. I watched as Trigger’s hand came to her tit, and when he squeezed it, she groaned. Fuck, it was so hot. Then he slid his hand down inside her leggings, and I could see he was at her pussy. Monique moaned, and I knew he had his fingers in her.
“How many fingers do you have in her sweet pussy, Sam?” I asked Trigger.
He used his other hand to show me two.
“Put three in her, and use your thumb on her clit,” I said.
He must have done it because Monique was groaning and pumping her hips up.
“Keep going until she comes all over your hand. Use your other hand, and unzip Marty. Take out his cock, and stroke him hard.
Marty, do the same to Sam,” I instructed.
I heard the answering groans from all of them and their zippers lowering. I looked down towards Trigger and Dozer, and they both had their hard cocks out—they were both about the same length as me, but Marty was thicker. As they wrapped their hands around one another and stroked, I groaned.
Fuck, that’s hot.
Dozer leaned over to me and pressed his mouth to mine, then took my cock in his other hand and stroked hard—pumping up and down. We were both aggressive kissers, and so
on, we were duelling and panting for breath.
Monique was the first to go off, letting out a long moan into Trigger’s mouth. Then I groaned and came over my stomach. Dozer and Trigger groaned at the same time, and I looked down as they spurted on the ground.
What a waste. Oh, well.
We pulled apart from one another, panting. Trigger grabbed some tissues and passed them to Dozer, who cleaned up my stomach while Monique grabbed some to clean up herself. Trigger used some to clean up the floor. When I was clean, Dozer covered me up again and flopped down on his seat. He was still panting, but then again, we all were.
“Holy fuck,” I said.
“Oh... my... God,” Monique said.
“I think I died and went to heaven,” came from Dozer.
“That was fucking hot. We have to do that again,” Trigger said, and we all nodded.
“Who knew you were such a dirty talker, Prez. Fuck, that nearly made me come on the spot,” Dozer said.
“Oh, yeah, totally agree there. I nearly made a mess before I wanted to,” Trigger agreed.
“Uh-huh,” Monique agreed with them.
“Fuck. We have to do that again, but wait until I’m healed properly so I can fuck all of you,” I stated.
“You would really fuck them? Would you let them fuck you?” Monique asked.
“Fuck, yeah, I would. If I’m going to fuck them, it’s only fair that they get to fuck me. I’m not opposed to it. In fact, it’s a huge turn on,” I said.
“Fuck, yes, I’m in,” Dozer said.
“Can we fuck Monique?” Trigger asked.
“If she wants to. Personally, I would die to see her being fucked by you two or being eaten out while she sucks your cocks. Hell, yes, I would be all for it, but it’s up to her, though,” I stated.
“I don’t know about penetration, but we could try,” Monique said shyly.
“As I’ve said before, baby, all at your pace.” I kissed her head.
The door opened, and Mike, Dave, and the kids walked in.
“Dad, you’re awake. How do you feel?” Madilyn asked.
“I feel on top of the world, sweetheart,” I said, grinning at Monique, then Dozer and Trigger, who all chuckled.
“Huh. Um, okay, Dad. Are you on the good painkillers, by any chance?” Connor asked.
