Mia slowly opened her eyes, seeing unfamiliar ceiling. Nose caught sharp scent of bleach and disinfectant.
"Is this... hospital?"
Soon, highly unpleasant memories flooded her brain, making Mia recall exactly what happened.
Violent kidnapping left her absolutely terrified. She bolted upright, scanning room, and spotted Lawson sleeping on recliner.
Mia practically leaped into Lawson's arms, startling hell out of him.
"Holy shit! Mia, you trying to give me heart attack?"
Good thing Lawson wasn't having actively uplifting dream, otherwise accident might have happened.
"Lawson, I was so scared! Did you save me?"
"Wasn't just me. Dominic and crew helped pull you out."
Lawson didn't take all credit. Lie that easily busted would only destroy his credibility.
"Where's my brother?"
"Due to certain complications, they have to lay low right now. Couldn't come to hospital."
Mia naturally knew exactly what "lay low" meant. Every time Dominic finished job, he'd disappear for while to let heat die down.
This constantly left Mia terrified for him, always dreading seeing his name pop up on evening news.
"Are they gonna be okay?"
"Don't worry. I'll handle situation soon."
Lawson's confident smile started putting Mia at ease. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly felt like gun was pointed right at her.
Looking at Lawson's face, his confident smile had morphed into incredibly awkward grimace.
"Uh, just natural reaction. You know how it is, right?"
It definitely was natural reaction. Lawson had been insanely busy lately, and thanks to Ray yesterday, he didn't get to taste Blake. His internal heat was running dangerously high.
Mia obviously understood exactly what Lawson meant. Growing up on streets made her probably even more savvy than him.
So, Mia completely naturally grabbed it, making Lawson's pupils dilate.
"Mia, don't. You know I can't..."
Mia silenced him with kiss, eyes flashing pure determination.
After long moment, she finally let him go.
"Lawson, I don't want to think about any of that today. Let's just forget everything else."
So, right there in completely inappropriate setting of hospital room, Lawson thoroughly tasted Latina beauty.
Mia's unique Latina fiery passion was highly distinct, completely different from Svafa or Blake.
Even though Mia was clearly inexperienced, she still made Lawson feel intensely hot rush.
Felt exactly like biting into jalapeño—mouth wide open, sweating profusely, yet absolutely unable to stop going back for another bite.
Kept eating more and more, totally losing track and overindulging.
But unlike eating actual jalapeños, at least Lawson didn't have to worry about localized crisis on toilet tomorrow.
Completely out of options, Lawson practically had to shove his discarded shirt into Mia's mouth just to muffle her and make her hold back bit.
Eventually, Latina beauty's eyes rolled back as she completely lost consciousness.
Lawson let out heavy sigh of relief. Finally handled.
Hooking up in hospital room was next-level thrilling. Lawson's heart rate was pushing Dodge Viper top speeds.
Thank God nothing went sideways.
But right then, Lawson heard doctors doing rounds outside in hallway.
What the fuck!
Lawson stared at totally wrecked, unconscious Mia, completely unsure what to do.
Luckily, doctors were currently checking next room. Lawson still had time to clean up Mia.
He quickly adjusted her pushed-up bra, pulled shirt down, slipped pants back on, then tucked her into bed under blankets.
Then he moved to clean main battlefield: recliner. But it was covered in wet stains, making it insanely hard to deal with. Lawson just grabbed towel, gave it rough wipe-down, and shoved recliner under hospital bed.
Just as he finished, doctor wrapped up next door and walked into Mia's room trailing pack of interns.
"Huh, what is that smell?"
Doctor sniffed air, noticing distinctly musky scent filling room.
Cold sweat spiked on Lawson's forehead. He hadn't been this stressed during Pacific Standard Bank job.
Good thing doctor didn't overthink it. He grabbed Mia's chart, gave it quick look, then checked her vitals.
"Weird. Patient should be waking up right about now."
"Professor, could ER have messed up dosage?"
"Highly unlikely. Dr. Hughes administered exact standard dose of antagonists! Besides, why is her face so flushed?"
Attending physician was obviously highly experienced. Connecting dots with that strange smell, he blurted out truth.
"Did you literally knock her out?"
Lawson could only flash incredibly awkward smile.
Balding, middle-aged doctor silently gave Lawson massive thumbs-up. Young male interns behind him shot looks of pure respect.
Two female interns just giggled, boldly eyeing Lawson's physique and sizing him up.
Doctor scribbled absolute chicken scratch onto chart, then turned to leave.
Lawson quickly stepped up to ask.
"Doc, Mia is completely fine now, right?"
"If you two can do that, what could possibly be wrong? Discharge her by noon. Hospital rooms aren't cheap motels. Next time you want to screw, take it home."
"Appreciate it, Doc."
Watching attending lead interns out, Lawson let out massive sigh of relief.
He looked back at Mia, who was still totally unconscious, right as his stomach aggressively growled.
Checking time, it was already 9:00 AM. Definitely time for breakfast.
Ever since getting Iron Man Trump Card, Lawson's appetite had massively spiked. Combined with intense physical cardio he just finished, he was absolutely starving.
So, Lawson left note for Mia and headed out to check cafeteria.
Western hospitals were exactly like Eastern ones—cafeterias only served low-sodium, low-fat healthy garbage. Absolutely couldn't satisfy Lawson's appetite.
Lawson had no choice but to head outside to find real food. Ended up buying massive pile of hot dogs from street cart to fill his gut.
Then he hit up cafe, bought coffee and sandwiches, planning to bring them back for Mia.
On way back, Lawson accidentally took wrong turn, ending up in ICU hallway. He spotted several guys in black suits standing guard.
This struck Lawson as highly suspicious. Just as he was about to ask someone what was going on, incredibly familiar, beautiful woman walked out of ICU.
(Mia Toretto)
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lemon time....
Lemon Scene Jalapeño Pepper
Mia's eyes fluttered open, still hazy from whatever Tran had pumped into her veins. The sharp smell of hospital disinfectant hit her first, then the sight of Lawson dozing in the recliner beside her bed. Something inside her chest cracked wide open.
Without thinking she launched herself across the small gap, practically tackling him. Lawson jolted awake, arms instinctively wrapping around the warm, curvy Latina who was suddenly straddling his lap.
"Holy shit, Mia! You trying to give me a heart attack?"
She didn't answer with words. She answered by grinding down hard against the very obvious, very thick bulge already straining his jeans. Lawson's breath caught. He'd been running on pure adrenaline for days; the last time he'd been with Blake was… fuck, too long ago. His body was screaming.
Mia's dark eyes locked onto his, pupils blown with something far hotter than fear. "Lawson… I don't want to think about any of that today. Let's just forget everything else."
Her hand slid down between them, bold and unashamed, palming the heavy outline of his cock through the denim. The second she felt how hard he already was, a wicked little smile curved her lips.
"Fuck, you're huge…"
She didn't wait for permission. Fingers yanked his zipper down, fished inside, and pulled out his thick, veined shaft. It throbbed in her grip, the flushed head already leaking. Mia licked her lips like she was starving.
Lawson groaned low as she stroked him once, twice, then leaned down and took him straight into her hot, wet mouth. She wasn't as practiced as Svafa, but the raw hunger made up for it tenfold. Mia sucked him like she was trying to pull his soul out through his dick—messy, eager, gagging softly every time she pushed deeper.
"Shit, Mia… just like that—"
She popped off with a wet gasp, spit shining on her chin, and climbed fully onto the recliner, shoving her hospital gown up around her waist. No panties. Just smooth, golden-brown skin and the glistening pink of her already soaked pussy. She grabbed his cock, rubbed the fat head up and down her slit, then sank down in one smooth motion.
Both of them moaned loud enough that Lawson immediately clapped a hand over her mouth.
"Quiet, baby… hospital…"
Mia's eyes rolled back the second he bottomed out inside her. She was tight, scorching hot, and so fucking wet it was dripping down his balls. She started riding him like she was possessed—hips rolling in filthy circles, ass bouncing, tits jiggling under the thin gown. Every downward slam made her clit grind against his pelvis and drew a broken whimper from her throat.
Lawson let her set the pace for maybe thirty seconds before the Iron Man card took over. He gripped her plump ass with both hands, spread her cheeks, and started thrusting up to meet her, driving deeper, harder, faster. The recliner creaked dangerously under them.
"Lawson—ahh! Fuck—right there—!"
He could feel her walls fluttering, clenching, trying to milk him. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, obscene and perfect. Mia's nails raked down his chest, leaving red lines. She leaned forward, biting his shoulder to muffle her cries, but it wasn't enough.
Lawson grabbed his discarded shirt, balled it up, and shoved it between her teeth just as she started to come.
"Mmmph—!!"
Her whole body locked up, pussy spasming violently around his cock as she squirted all over his lap. The hot gush soaked his jeans and the recliner beneath them. Mia's eyes crossed, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from the corners.
But Lawson wasn't done.
He flipped them in one smooth motion, laying her on her back on the recliner, legs hooked over his shoulders, and drove back in balls-deep. The new angle let him hammer her G-spot relentlessly. Mia's muffled screams turned into constant, desperate whining. Her tits bounced wildly with every thrust. Sweat poured off both of them. The room smelled like pure sex.
He fucked her through a second orgasm, then a third, each one stronger than the last. By the fourth her eyes were rolling back completely, body shaking uncontrollably.
Only when her pussy clamped down like a velvet fist and she went limp did Lawson finally let go. He buried himself to the hilt and unloaded—thick, heavy ropes of cum painting her insides, so much it immediately started leaking out around his shaft.
He stayed buried deep for a long moment, both of them panting, hearts hammering.
Then reality crashed back in.
Lawson heard the sound of doctors doing rounds in the hallway.
"Shit—!"
He pulled out with a wet pop, cum pouring from Mia's well-fucked pussy onto the recliner. She was completely unconscious, face flushed, lips swollen, a blissed-out smile still on her face.
Lawson moved like lightning.
He yanked her gown back down, wiped her thighs clean with a towel, adjusted her bra, then attacked the recliner. The wet spot was massive. He wiped frantically, flipped the cushion, shoved the recliner back under the bed, and tossed the towel into the bathroom hamper just as the door opened.
The attending physician walked in trailed by interns, nose wrinkling at the unmistakable musk hanging in the air.
"Huh… what is that smell?"
Lawson flashed the most awkward smile of his life while the bald doctor took one look at Mia's wrecked, unconscious form and the fresh flush on her cheeks, then gave Lawson a massive, silent thumbs-up.
The young male interns stared in open awe. The two female interns bit their lips, eyes dragging over Lawson's body like they were mentally measuring him.
The doctor scribbled on the chart, then turned to leave.
"If you two can do that, what could possibly be wrong? Discharge her by noon. Hospital rooms aren't cheap motels. Next time you want to screw, take it home."
Lawson could only nod. "Appreciate it, Doc."
The second the door closed, he let out the longest sigh of his life and looked down at the still-unconscious, thoroughly satisfied Latina beauty.
"Jalapeño indeed…"