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Glock shrugged his shoulders, and let out a sound from his lips that seemed like a splutter. He was still acting nervously. He needed to get his shit together.
I stared back at Noelle and clenched my jaw. I had an uncontrollable urge to tell her the truth, it was because of the way she was looking at me. She was asking me to confess the truth to her, and never before, had I wanted to tell something everything.
I studied her face, the curves of her shoulders, the way her bangs fell over her eyes, the lusciousness of her lips…I needed to have this woman, or I was going to go insane.
“We were out shooting, and it was dark, and it was just a stupid mistake, you know?” Glock kept fumbling with his words, and Noelle kept staring at me.
I didn’t want to lie to her. I had already lied to her once, and I didn’t want to say another word that wasn’t going to be the truth, so I said nothing.
She took in a deep breath, gulped and then looked at Glock.
“It’s fine, you don’t have to give me an explanation,” she said in a curt but polite voice. Glock shook his head, and I could see that his brain was working a mile per second.
“No, of course, we have an explanation…” he tried to say, and Noelle gave him a half-smile.
“I don’t plan on discussing this with anyone else,” she reassured him, and Glock clamped his mouth shut. “As long as no charges are being filed, I don’t see why this is nothing more than an accident.”
I watched her as she tucked in some stray dark strands of hair behind her ears, and blinked at me. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking anymore, her expression was blank. Whatever it was, I knew that she had already formed her judgments about me. She knew that I was mixed up in something that was dangerous and had caused me to be in this hospital bed with a gunshot wound in my stomach.
Just by looking at her, I knew she belonged to a different world, a safe world.
“You take good care of yourself, now, Aiden,” she said, and the fact that she had referred to me by my first name made my muscles stiffen. No one had called me Aiden since I joined the Bad Disciples four years ago.
“Thank you, nurse,” Glock replied for me, and then I watched in silence as she turned around and left the room. The door swung shut behind her, and I clenched my jaw, realizing that I had been holding my breath around her. She had a weakening effect on me which I didn’t recognize.
Glock whipped around to me, the moment we were alone in the room.
“Fuck! That was close,” he said and jokingly ran a finger over his forehead to wipe away non-existent sweat beads.
I dropped my head back on the pillow and closed my eyes.
“You guys shouldn’t have brought me to the fucking hospital,” I said through gritted teeth, and I could sense Glock stepping closer to my bed again.
“I know you are pissed man, but the gun shot wound was a lot more than Kylie could handle. You needed surgery.”
I let out a frustrated grunt. Deep down, I know Glock was right. Hell, I knew they were all right when I was sitting in front seat of the truck. I just didn’t want to be the one to bring unwanted police attention to the Bad Disciples because of my stupid fucking mistake.
“Besides,” Glock said. “That nurse is nothing bad to look at.” I opened my eyes when he let out a laugh.
“You can thank us later for that delicious treat,” he said, and I crossed my brows at him.
“Don’t pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about. You couldn’t stop staring at that ass!” he said and laughed again. I had to do everything in my power to not punch him.
CHAPTER 4
Noelle
I had returned to the nurse break room because I could feel my body quivering. I shut the door behind me and was thankful that the room was empty.
At the vending machine, I tried to buy a granola bar, but the machine was stuck. With pent up frustrated I banged it repeatedly and then kicked it with my foot. I just wanted the feeling to go away. I just wanted to be able to stop thinking about Aiden Gowen, or Tank as his friend called him.
With no granola bar in hand, I went over to the coffee machine and attempted making myself a cup. I ended up putting in too much sugar and too much milk, and when I took a sip, I hated it so much that I had to throw it away.
No matter what I did, all I could do was think about Tank.
Shirtless, with his chiseled muscular torso, his washboard abs, the light dusting of dark hair on his chest, his tattoos, his beard, the strength of which he had caught my wrist and pulled me to himself. My mouth felt dry, and I went and sat down on one of the metal benches.
I didn’t even know if I was on break, I hadn’t bothered to check my watch. I just needed some time to assemble myself again, to get back to working condition. Since the moment I had seen Tank on the gurney the previous night, being rolled into the operating room, I had been waiting to talk to him. I wished and prayed that his operation went well, and when it did, I tried to hide the constant smile on my face.
And now he’d woken up. I had actually spoken to him, and the electricity in the air between us was palpable. Had he felt it too? I couldn’t get those hazel eyes out of my mind. He had a slow and deliberate way of looking at me, his eyes roaming over my hips, over my belly and breasts. I knew he had undressed me with his eyes and I liked it. I liked being watched by him.
I had dealt with so many patients in the past three years of being a nurse, but nobody had this effect on me before. Hell, I don’t think any man has ever had made me feel this way. I pressed my eyes closed, but I was thinking about him again. His large rough tanned hands on my milky white breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples, my legs were thrown over his hips. I wanted to kiss him, I wanted him to claim me. I could almost hear the rip of my scrubs as he tore them off me, and tore off my bra and sucked on my left nipple…then my right. I wanted him to take me in the room, lock the door and ravage my body on the hospital bed.
I could feel goosebumps on my arms as I imagined it. His rough grizzly beard leaving burns on my skin as he kissed my neck and my breasts. I was breathing hard as I fantasized. The knots in my belly were growing tight, only his fingers could unravel them.
I pressed my thighs tightly together and could feel the throbbing in my core. I was wet just thinking about him.
My eyes flew open. I shook my head and stood up from the chair. What was wrong with me? I was supposed to nurse my patients back to health. I was supposed to care for them. And here I was, fantasizing about one of my patients’ hands and his bulging cock inside me. I barely even knew him!
I paced around the room, trying to remind myself that I was a professional. That it was inappropriate to have thoughts such as these. Then the thought of him and his friend discussing the shooting drifted up in my mind. I knew there was something going on. They were trying to hide something. I didn’t want to rat on them…on Tank, but I had no idea what they were involved in. Whatever it was, they had not been out practicing shots and Tank had not shot himself accidentally in the stomach. That was just not possible.
Licking my lips, feeling a little dizzy with my overwhelming desire for him, I walked over to the door to step outside. I figured that getting back to work would help me forget about him…and what I wanted him to do to me.
When I opened the door, I saw Tank’s friend leaving the room. I remained where I was, frozen to the spot as the guy walked down the corridor. Leather jacket, tattoos, a threatening gait, dusty boots…this guy belonged to a world I was unfamiliar with. My eyes fell on the patch on the arm of his jacket. It had the logo for a Motorcycle Club called Bad Disciples. The name meant nothing to me…because I didn’t live in that world, but I had an idea of what it intoned.
Tank’s friend walked past me, and I got a glimpse into the life that Tank himself probably led. Did he belong to this MC too? That could explain his mysterious gunshot wound. I didn’t know much about Motorcycle clubs, but I knew that they risked their lives every day. They thrilled in living dang
erously.
I stood there for a few more moments, the knots clenching and unclenching in my belly. I still wanted Tank, that feeling hadn’t gone away yet, but now I was reminded of the world he probably belonged to. How different he was from me. He was the bad guy my mother had always warned me against…and for a good reason.
The fact that Tank was my patient was only one of the many reasons why I needed to stay away from him. But my body was screaming out in protest. It was as if there was an invisible thread that continued to pull me towards him.
CHAPTER 5
Tank
If I was in pain, I couldn’t feel it. Glock had been gone for several hours and I hadn’t seen Noelle since then either, but all I could think about, was her and how desperately I needed to have her.
