Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
“I’ll be the judge of that,” I grunted a little more harshly than I’d intended because her sultry voice had sent streaks of desire straight to my dick.
“Watch it,” Storm growled, but I ignored him and almost smiled when my girl shot him an annoyed glare. Her face softened when she refocused on me, and I suppressed the desire to gather her up in my arms and kiss the hell out of her.
I started at her hairline since I’d noticed a small cut crusted with blood. “This isn’t too deep, but it could use a stitch or two.”
“Stitches?” Storm snapped. “What the hell happened, Elise?”
Elise. Damn, her name was as gorgeous as she was.
“Relax, Gideon. I—”
“Relax? Don’t tell me to relax, El. One of my brothers just brought my baby sister to me all banged up and needing stitches! I want to know what happened and who the fuck I’m going to kill!” He was bellowing by the time he was done, and Elise winced.
Protective anger surged through me, but I didn’t want to make the situation worse, so I dug deep and slipped into professional doctor mode. As much as I could while examining this lush, sexy woman I was determined to keep.
“Storm.” My firm, commanding tone caught his attention, and he glared at me. “She most likely has a splitting headache, and you aren’t helping her by yelling. Or by stressing her out about what happened. She needs you to be calm right now.” Not that I wasn’t as determined as my club brother to find out the details, but my first concern was Elise’s health.
Storm pressed his lips together, his expression remorseful—but no less determined—as he crossed his arms over his chest, then nodded.
A small bruise was forming on her jaw, and I had to fight back the impulse to kiss it, along with any other injuries I encountered. Instead, I focused on her mouth, but then I couldn’t stop thinking about those pouty lips wrapped around my cock.
Shaking my head to dispel the thoughts, I again attempted to put on my doctor's hat and treat her like any other patient. But it didn’t work very well, and as I proceeded to do a thorough check of her body, it was like fucking torture since every inch of her was soft and supple. When I placed a blood pressure cuff on her arm, it felt toned, and I imagined that her grip when she wrapped her hand around my dick would be strong. Her large tits quivered when I pulled aside the neck of her T-shirt to place my stethoscope on her silky skin. I had to fight back a groan when my hands brushed the undersides of her breasts as I felt for broken ribs.
I gently checked her legs for broken bones and found them also surprisingly toned for being so deliciously curvy. I couldn’t wait to feel them squeezing my waist while I was buried deep inside her.
Pathetic, Dr. Barker, I admonished myself. She’s your patient. But really, she was so much more than that. I was simply the only one who knew it at the moment.
Finally, I finished and breathed a sigh of relief, though I was loath to stop touching her. If I didn’t, I would eventually snap, and it wasn’t the time or place to lose my control with Elise.
“Good news is that your injuries are minor,” I told her with a smile. “Ankle is bruised. Not sprained or broken. Bad news is that you will likely be pretty sore tomorrow. Gonna stitch that cut and wrap your ankle. I’ll give you a couple of mild painkillers to help soothe your aches. A hot bath would also help.”
Hell. Now I was picturing her wet and naked with suds gliding down her milky skin…
A knock sounded on the door, pulling me away from the images that would haunt me until I could see the real thing.
“Everybody decent?” Whiskey called from the other side.
“Yeah,” Storm grunted as he twisted the knob to open the door and let our sergeant at arms into the room.
All eyes went to Whiskey, but he was staring at Elise, his head cocked to the side.
“I just wanted to check on you. How’re you doin’?”
His eyes held nothing but concern, but jealousy slithered through my veins for some reason, and my stomach soured.
Elise smiled, and I wanted to growl and demand that she only ever smile at me. But that would make me sound like a fucking lunatic, so I gritted my teeth and kept my mouth shut.
“I’m good. Thank you so much again for rescuing me. It would have taken me hours to limp my way here if I’d even gotten the chance.”
The idea of her alone, out in the dark, cold and injured, making her way here… made me want to put my fist through a wall. But the realization that Elise had arrived here on the back of Whiskey’s bike was almost as rage-inducing.