Claiming Crusher: Savage Brothers MC (36 page)

I’m at a loss. I choose to ignore the part about him hitting on me. Hopefully after tonight, I won’t see him again. So, I concentrate instead on the only thing that matters.

“Providing you make sure the woman or women you have been having sexual relations with are treated, then yes.”

“Sexual relations? C’mon Doc, let’s call what it is. Fucking.”

At his explicit words, I feel heat creep into my face and it annoys me. I’m not a prude for god sake, it’s just this is not the type of conversation I would choose to have with a patient.

“Regardless of what you call it, you need to contact them and find the source.”

“You’re talking get a list of names of everywhere I’ve stuck my dick? Hell, I can’t remember that, Doc. It’s impossible.”

“The symptoms have a limited gestation period, so really the last three weeks to be…”

“That’s impossible,” he says again interrupting me and this takes me back.
Seriously?

“You can’t remember who you’ve had sex with in the last
three
weeks?”

He shrugs, “Not really, no.”

“Of course you can’t,” I mumble, without meaning too. What was my original thoughts on this man? Yeah, I’m definitely
not
attracted now. “Regardless Mr. Kane, that is for you and your doctor to discuss. I will of course give you a shot of antibiotics tonight. Your primary care physician can further treat you when you follow up.”

“Excuse me Dr. Walker, I heard my boyfriend was here. Oh Bull honey are you okay? I told you, you should see a doctor about that cold. How about I take you to my place and make you some soup and…”

I’m frozen as the whore of St. Lutheran Hospital walks through the door—otherwise known as Nurse Melissa Allen. The very nurse who caused me to get my ass chewed out earlier tonight. Of course she’s this guy’s girlfriend.
Of course.
The only bright spot I can find in this scenario is that perhaps Melissa has also passed along the gift of love to Dr. Eldrdige. It couldn’t happen to a nicer guy really.

“I take it you two know each other?” I sarcastically add since she’s about to smother him in her breasts. To his credit Mr. Kane pulls away from her and looks more annoyed than anything.

“We’ve been dating for the last three months,” Melissa pipes up proudly.

“Odd, I thought you were dating Dr. Eldridge,” I say marking the medication orders down in the chart, and ready to get out of there.

“We’re not exclusive,” Nurse Allen says.

“We’re not dating, we’re fucking,” Mr. Kane says, almost at the same exact time.

“I see. Well then, I’m sorry Nurse Allen but you probably should be tested for gonorrhea and in fact you might should ask Dr. Eldrdige to also.”

She gasps and steps back like I slapped her.
Oh if only I could
.

“What did you say?”

“It would appear your boyfriend…”

“We’re not dating we’re fucking,” Mr. Kane interjects and I want to laugh when Melissa shoots him a dirty look.

“It would appear Mr. Kane has contracted the STD. For your safety you should also be tested. I can order it done now if you’d like?” I say and I try to keep the glee out of my voice. I would
love
to have the hospital tech to run the tests. It would be so much fun to watch it filter through the hospital grapevine.

“That’s not necessary, there’s no way that I have the clap! And if you mention this to anyone I will make sure that your supervisor…”

“Shut it, Melissa. I think I want you tested,” Mr. Kane interjects.

“I will not,” she counters.

“You will if you want to step foot back in the club.”

Really this could almost be fascinating if I had any sleep. I haven’t and I desperately hate being anywhere near Nurse Allen. So I decide to extricate myself from the situation.

“Well, you two can discuss this later. I’ll have one of the nurses come in to give you your shot, Mr. Kane and to discharge you. Please make sure you follow up with your doctor.”

“Oh I will. Don’t you worry about that,” he says and he seems to be smiling a lot for a man who has just been face with the diagnosis that he has an STD. Then again, if women like Melissa is who he dates and since he can’t remember their names three weeks later, perhaps it is.

I close the door and take a deep breath. Dr. Torres is already being handed charts. I’m officially off duty.
Hallelujah!

For an extra Treat for you readers I have a sample of three of my favorite authors!

Sapphire Knight treats us with: Exposed

Honey Palomino tantalizes us with: Remember Me

Kathryn Kelly teases us with: Misled

By:
Sapphire Knight

Cain

6 Months Ago…

F
uck, I’m hung-over.
I have to quit doing this to myself. The shower helped a little. Now for a shot of Jack and some aspirin, that’ll make this fucking pounding chill out.
I make my way out of my room and down the hall to the bar area. I look around and take in the bar of the clubhouse.
Man this place is trashed.
There are empty beer bottles and full ashtrays layed all over every surface. The shiny bar is the only clean piece of furniture in the room. It calls to me like a becon. I walk towards it and kick trash and looks like a few pair of panties out of the way.

“Yo Cain, you beat that pussy up last night man?” I look over and see 2 Piece sitting in the corner of the room in a booth.

“Damn man I didn’t see you. Yea, I hit that shit then sent her ass packin. Why? You hit it after me?” I grab a glass and a lemon from the bar and make my way over to him. He’s already got a bottle of Jack in front of him.
Guess he had the same idea.

“Fuck no, man, I had that crazy red head stripper that was grindin on my shit all night. Not bad pussy either.” He says and takes a big gulp of Jack. I sit down across from him and pour me a double.
Just enough for me to chase this shit outta my head but not make me wanna puke.

“You chasing the beast too brother? My fuckin head is killin me today.” I take a drink and suck on my lemon.

“Yep. You a nasty fucker eatin that shit after a nice sip of whiskey.” He looks at my lemon with distaste and I chuckle a little. They don’t believe me when I always tell them that lemon has Vitamin C and helps you bounce back quicker. They all give me shit for it, but whatever, I’m always feeling better quicker than they do. I finish my whiskey and stand up. I stretch my muscles out.
Shit I’m sore all over.

“I’m out man, I’ll be back later.” I chin nod at 2 Piece and walk towards the door.

“Later brother, don’t forget you fight tonight.”
Fuck. I did forget.

“Yea, I’ll be ready.”

“You better be fucker, if I lose my money bettin on your ass, Imma kick it after you’re done.”

“Haha your ass should be payin me for winnin you that mother fuckin money!” I salute and make my way out. 2 Piece is cool as fuck, he’s one of the first brothers I got close to when I started to come around the club. I open the door and the heat hits me like a punch to the gut.
Hotter than a nice piece of ass today.
I make my way to my girl.

“Hey pretty girl, you ready to go for a ride?” The guys give me shit for talking to my bike, but I’ve heard a few of them talk to theirs too. They just like giving me shit since I’m one of the youngest in the club. I’ve fought my ass off this year for my bike. She’s a 2014 Harley Davidson Custom Iron 883 with Hard Candy custom paint black and all black trim. My custom bike isn’t really made for long rides but I can always use my old bike if I need too. I take my small shammy towel out and lightly dust her off. I climb on and kick my kickstand up and start her up. The rumble vibrates through my muscles and it’s a feeling of comfort like a nice home cooked meal.
Yea, like I’ve had one of those recently. Speaking of food, I need to get my ass to H.E.B. before all the church freaks show up.
I check my watch, 11:30. I may just make it before they swarm the grocery store.

I pull into the H.E.B. parking lot and thankfully they don’t look busy yet. Sundays after 12p.m. everyone seems to leave church and come straight here, it’s like a ritual of something. Then I have to deal with their judging eyes. The holier than thou seem to think I’m a menace because of my tattooed covered arms, hands, and neck. I always wear clean clothes but it doesn’t matter when I have my cut on. I’m automatically a hellion. I may be a brawler, in a motorcycle club, enjoy partying and ride a bike, but I’ve known some way worse people then myself.
If any of you fucks had half a clue what bad really is, I’d look like a fuckin Saint.

The air conditioning hits me and it’s like a drink of cool, refreshing water.
Christ it’s a hot Texas day today. I’m thinking that run up north might be a good idea right now after all.
I only go on long runs when they need my strength. I usually help the Club Enforcer with his duties. It’s relaxing to weed out the fucks that need persuaded, found, killed, etc… I never said I am a good guy just that I have met worse.

I hate shopping. This is why the brothers have their regular fucks go to the store for them. I’m too picky for that shit. I like what I like and don’t need some piece of ass getting whatever she feels like. Men’s body wash—Old spice sport, Toothpaste—Aqua fresh, Mouthwash—Colgate spearmint, Garnier hair goop for my fauxhawk. Bitches don’t know that shit, and I don’t want any of ’em to either. I better pick up some grub and Gatorade while I’m here too. Granola bars, Nutra Grain bars, Honey Buns, red Gatorade and some chicken strips for my lunch-check.

I make my way up towards the check-out aisles. I’m passing by the orange juice when I see the sexiest ass on a woman I think I’ve ever seen. I start to check out the rest of the package.
Bitch is bangin’
long straight black hair down her back, tattoos all over, hourglass figure.
Baby has some thighs I could seriously see wrapped around my face.
She’s got the curves you grab onto from behind while you slam into her. She’s tall but still short to my 6’1” self.
Please have a good face, please have a good face, please.

“Hey sweet cakes, want me to get that juice for ya?” She’s reaching for the top shelf, but the juice is pushed back too far for her. She turns to face me and I’m hit with some icy blue eyes in almond shaped eyes. I swear my dick convulses when I see her face, even if she is scowling. Her expression quickly changes to surprised.
There’s only one person I’ve seen with those eyes before.
I blink and she comes into focus.
Holy fuck, she’s grown up. London Layla Traverson, my school age crush. Boy she was a sweet one when we were in school. I still remember the only time I ever got to hold her close. Her best friend’s mom had just died and London was a mess too. I was so happy I got to hold her, but I don’t know if she even realized it was me that day.
Those beautiful blue eyes blink up at me a few times and I smirk.
You aren’t the only one who’s changed.

“Hey hot stuff, that’d be great.” She says sassily and winks at me.
Oh sweet cakes, you have no clue what you just did. I’m gonna get a taste of you this time.
I rest one hand on her hip as I reach past her and grab the juice. I squeeze my fingers a little and I hear her suck in her breath.
That’s right baby.
I hand her the juice and grin my panty dropper grin down at her.
Works every time.

“Thank you, what a true gentleman.” She hits me back with a little smirk.

“Baby they’re ain’t nothin gentle about me.” I reach out and tuck a piece of her silky black hair behind her ear. She chuckles a little and shakes her head like I just told her something cute.

“See ya around BABY.” She says the baby part sarcastically and starts to walk off.
Grrrr I’m so gonna smack that ass when I get her on all four’s.

“Wait a sec, you left without asking for my number.” She turns back and rolls her eyes at me.

“Why would I give you my number if you call me baby? Real original. Clearly I’m not like every “baby” out there. I’m colorful, at least try a little harder next time.” She starts to walk to the front to a cash register.
Well fuck, apparently she’s grown into a ball buster too. That’s too bad; she used to be so sweet in school. Then again the last time I saw her I was in 7
^th
grade. It’s been what like 10 years?
She was a year younger than me but I used to go to her math class and help some of the students with math questions they had. She would always smile real sweet and ask me to help her. I thought she might have a little crush on me but I was shy back then. I ended up moving away. Well my dad went to jail so I didn’t have a place to live anymore. I guess you call that “Moving.”

I check out and head to the bike. I guess I had less shit then London because she comes walking out as I’m stuffing my purchases in my big backpack. She’s parked one row over and there isn’t many people here yet so the lot’s pretty empty.

“Hey Layla!” I holler at her and she looks around the parking lot before her eye’s come to rest on mine. She looks at me puzzled, probably wondering how I know her middle name.

“The only other thing I’ve ever called “Baby” is my bike. So take it as a huge compliment, sugar tits.” I start my bike and rev the engine. She says something but I can’t hear her over my pipes. I give her a two finger salute and drive out of the parking lot.

I keep checking my mirrors and London is right behind me. Not too close or anything, but enough so I can tell it’s her.
She can’t live out here unless she lives’ out of town.
The compound is outside Georgetown about 20 minutes to the east.
Maybe she’s in school up at College Station?
I make my turn to the compound—
bye baby, glad I got to see you grown.
I give the sign to the prospect at the gate.
Shit what’s his name again? I’m supposed to pay attention if he’s doin ok so I can eventually vote him in. Ah fuck it, I’ll ask Ares later.
He’s the Enforcer and knows everything about everybody.

I park and shut off my bike as I’m climbing off; a car parks next to me. I look up
Shit he let London through the gate?!
She climbs out of her little silver Honda Civic.