Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 71625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
I already was semi-liked by all the other nurses and doctors. Apparently, they didn’t think that I needed special treatment because of my stroke. I moved about ‘perfectly fine’ and I could ‘do anything that the other techs did.’
Well, I couldn’t.
I still got fatigued easily. I couldn’t pick up a patient because my legs just didn’t have the strength to do it anymore, and honestly? I didn’t want to chance a relapse.
So, I didn’t do everything the other techs did. Also meaning that I didn’t do the heavy lifting for the nurses and Dr. Stratton, AKA Dr. Douchebag, that didn’t like me.
Dr. Tommy had never treated me like that, nor had Ellen or Tally.
Yet, the other nurses, mainly the other charge nurse, didn’t like that she had to do extra work when I was on shift.
“I’ll try,” I lied.
Dr. Tommy—Tommy Tom—narrowed his eyes at me. “Why do I get the feeling that you’ll never call me that?”
“Because, Dr. Tommy,” Tally said, coming up beside him. “She doesn’t want the staff to think you’re giving her preferential treatment because she’s boning the president of your motorcycle club.”
I choked on my spit. “Really?” I choked out.
Tally blinked her eyes innocently. “Well, aren’t you?”
I bit my lip and felt my face flush. “Well, yeah.”
“Then, to be honest, you’re going to get preferential treatment. Just like I do. Just like Naomi does when she comes in the door. All of the women that belong to a Dixie Warden are going to be treated differently by the guys in the club. That’s how it should be, and how it always will be. We’re in a league of our own, honey.”
Was it bad that I really liked the idea of being in a league of my own with these women? Because I truly felt it in my soul when they all gathered around me whether it be at parties, here at work, or hell, even when I saw them randomly around town.
When Angelina and Matt had hurt me so badly, I never thought I’d have a friend again. Friending was too hard. The expectations that one had when friendship was involved literally scared me. But around the women of the Dixie Warden Rejects? Yeah, there were no expectations. Only friendship. No strings attached whatsoever.
And I also knew that none of them would ever do to me what Angelina did.
Then again, Steel would rather rip his own heart out than hurt me.
I knew that from the bottom of my soul.
Speaking of…
“When did Steel leave?”
“When are you going to call him Big Papa?” Dr. Tommy asked. “It sounds really weird when you call him Steel. I think there were only two people in this world that called him that, and both of them are dead.”
My brows rose. “You’re telling me I have to call him Big Papa?” I found myself grinning. “That’d be kind of funny, actually, when we were going at it and I was like “Oh, Big Papa. Yes, Big Papa.” I paused when Tommy Tom and Tally burst into laughter. “It’s kind of like calling him daddy. I’ll never be able to do it. Especially with our age gap. People would look at us weird.”
“Not us,” Tommy Tom wheezed.
“We could totally do the daddy thing if you wanted, but only in the privacy of our own bedroom,” Steel’s amused voice said from behind me.
I whirled around on the tip of one toe and gasped. “What are you doing here, Steel?”
My face was flaming. Again.
And Steel’s amused face wasn’t freakin’ helping.
I started to back away, but he lurched forward and looped his arm around my hip, bringing me into his hard body.
I patted his chest and smiled, trying to play what I’d said off, but he wasn’t going to let it go.
“Is that something that interests you?” he teased.
I shook my head forcefully. “No.”
He grinned. “We’ll see.”
***
“Ride me, baby,” he ordered five hours later, in the dead of night.
He’d come home so late that I’d already been asleep when he’d arrived—turning off the alarm and unlocking the door on his own this time.
I hadn’t even felt him get into bed with me.
I had, however, felt his hands on my thighs and parting them.
I’d been partially awake when he’d swung me up over his hips and pushed himself inside of me.
And now, I was really, really awake as I rode him to completion.
“Fuck,” he gasped. “Oh, fuck. Don’t stop.”
I tried, really I did, but the way he’d taken me over the last twenty minutes, despite me being on top, had taken everything out of me. Now all I was able to do was writhe on top of him while my orgasm took me over.
Before I’d come all the way down, he rolled, placing me on my back in the bed.
Then he started to take me with rough, hard thrusts.