Cole: A Bad Boy Romance (21 page)

My stomach grumbled as I made my rounds. It'd been eight hours since I'd eaten anything of substance. But food would have to wait.

Mr. Jacoby in room five was constantly pooping himself but finally stopped. Nurse Fiona would be cleaning crap off the floor for days. I still had a couple patients to see before I could finally take a break.

Leland King was also on the list of patients to see. I operated on him a few days ago and he was the biggest pain in the ass—trying to get up my skirt with every word out of his mouth. My legs would never open for that kind of man.

I opened the door to the oldest patient I had currently. George Kenner fell down in the shower and broke his hip in two places. Luckily his dog barked up a storm and a neighbor called 911.

“Hello George, how is your hip doing?” I checked the monitor and he seemed fine.

“Oh sweetheart, I feel like a million bucks. I could get up and we could dance the night away.” George tried to show me his moves while laying down. “I know a nice jazz club a few blocks from here. They're open pretty late on Saturdays.”

“Maybe another time, George.” I put my stethoscope on and rested the bell on his chest. His heart was old but healthy. “Sounds good, George.”

“Fit as a fiddle, Doc.” His wrinkly skin stretched into a smile.

I chuckled. “I'll check in on you later.”

He blew me a kiss. “Bye sweetheart.”

I left his room and checked my clipboard. Leland King was up next. Flashes of his tattooed chest ran across my mind. Goosebumps formed on my skin and a shiver ran up my mind.
Why was I so scared to see him?

I peeked into room three and Mr. King was still sleeping.
Thank god.
I walked in and checked his vitals. Everything normal. Leland was completely passed out. The white sheet covered up his entire body. I was tempted to pull it back just to get one more glimpse of that intricate Rabid Dog tattoo. Leland rustled and opened his eyes.

“How are we doing today, Mr. King.” I took out my penlight and did a couple eye tests—all normal. His brown eyes burned deeply into mine. They were dark, brooding, and oh so sexy. I couldn't look away from his gaze.

I grabbed his wrist to check his pulse and felt an electric shock. His heart was racing but so was mine.

“Doing fine, Constance. When can I get out of here? The walls are closing in on me and Nurse Fiona checks in every minute.”

“Soon, Mr. King. You almost died and we'd like to keep you under observation a little longer.”

Leland reached out for my hand. “I'd like to keep
you
under observation.”

I rolled my eyes. His lines were pretty pathetic. “Keep it in your pants, Mr. King.”

“Little hard to do, Doc. Little
too hard.”
I couldn't even dignify that statement with a response.

Suddenly, a whole group of bikers came into the room and began congratulating Leland. I used that opportunity to exit the room. I spotted Dr. Green walking down the hallway towards me and I quickly ducked into room four with a coma patient. If I could go just one shift without interacting with that sleazeball.

I spent an hour in the mess hall, chewing on a poorly made hamburger. I checked my phone and saw a missed text from my younger sister Rachel.

Rachel: I hope that bastard doctor is keeping his hands off you.

When she had dropped out of college, our parents disowned her and I let her stay with me temporarily until she could find a job. Flash forward two years and she was still living with me and had not found a job. I was at my wit's end with what to do with her. I couldn't throw her out on the streets. I was her big sister.

Honestly, I liked having her around. It could get lonely returning to an empty apartment every night. Dating was hard enough and combine that with an eighty-hour work week and your sex life becomes non-existent.

I typed her back a quick reply.

Constance: So far so good. I'll be home early in the morning. See you soon xoxo.

I finished my hamburger and returned to the ER. Everything had been pretty quiet since the car accident from the night before. I checked my watch and realized it was past visiting hours. I would need to tell all those bikers that they needed to leave. I kept my phone close by just in case I needed to call security. Who knew what could happen.

The bikers had already left when I entered. No need for security. But Leland was standing up and trying to get dressed. When would he ever listen?

“I thought I already told you that you weren't leaving.”

“I feel fine, Doc. Fit as a fiddle.” Leland lifted his arm and flexed his bicep. He looked damn strong.

But all it took was a light shove to send him flying back down on the bed. “You're staying here whether you like it or not.”

“Whatever you say, Constance.”

Why couldn't he call me by my last name? I actually did have a thing for Sherlock Holmes—read all his stories more that once. I once wanted to be a detective. Solve crimes just like Sherlock. But I grew out of that phase when I reached high school. I wanted to save people. I made my dream come true.

Leland was one more arrogant remark from being pricked by a thousand needles.
Who did this guy think he was?
The anger in my stomach was bubbling in my throat. He had the same disrespect that I hated about Dr. Green. I didn't even pay attention to his last attempt at getting me in bed.

—

I spent the rest of my shift checking in on other patients and doing a good job of keeping my mind off Leland. He was so frustrating and I'd only known him for a few days. I couldn't wait until I could discharge him.

I stopped by his room one last time and the door was closed. The nurses only closed the door if they were giving the patient a sponge bath. It couldn't hurt to peek in and get one last look at that sexy chest of his. I knocked on the door before opening it. Nurse Fiona was flustered and dropped the sponge in the bucket. Leland looked relaxed.
Way too relaxed.

I told Fiona to go give Mr. Jacoby a bath so I could be alone with Leland. I approached the bed and could see his erection pulsing under the sheets. My skin became red hot and a desire in the pit of my stomach began to grow.

I ordered Leland to get some rest and left the room before I saw anything more. It had been so long since I was with a man. Six years to be exact. I closed my eyes and tried to remember Kyle from med school. His face was hard to recall but I could clearly see him sweeping all the books off my desk and bending me over. He rammed into me four times before finishing. It wasn't the best but it was all I had. That was the last time I had sex and my body was beginning to rebel against me.

I left the room and wasn't looking when I accidentally bumped into Dr. Green. My clipboard went flying through the air and the papers he was holding fluttered to the ground. I bent down and helped him gather up his files.

“We should do this more often,” he whispered to me.

I huffed and grabbed my clipboard, leaving him in the dust. So much for going my whole shift without seeing him.

It was hard to sleep at night in a room with so many beeps and whistles. It was even harder when a nurse constantly entered the room to check on me. Now if they woke me up for a sponge bath, then I could hardly complain.

I dreamed of Constance Holmes giving me a dirty sponge bath, wearing nothing but lace lingerie. Her hands ran the wet sponge all over my body. I revealed my large snake to her and Constance gasped. She wrapped the sponge around my erection and washed me up and down.

“You've been such a bad boy,” she cooed. Constance slowly took off her sexy underwear and undid her hair from a ponytail. She bit down on the pen she held between her fingers, running her tongue along the tip. I was so close to coming. If she would just take me in her mouth and finish me off.

Constance turned around and bent over, giving me the view I deserved. She returned to the sponge against my hard cock. The warm water massaged me as she worked my shaft with both hands. Her arms pushed her large breasts together, making a valley of cleavage.

I was so close. My cock became engorged. I screamed Constance's name as I sprayed all over her chest, plastering her with my milky seed.

“Rise and shine, Mr. King.” I was pulled from my dream in an instant. I looked over to see Constance by the window. “Do you always scream my name in your dreams?”

Holy fuck!
She was in the room and heard my entire sex dream. But maybe I could use that to my advantage. “It's hard not to moan your name when you're doing the filthiest things to me.”

Constance fake laughed. “Very funny, Mr. King.” She opened the blinds and flooded the room with light.

I put my arm over my eyes and hid beneath. “Go away, Mom. I'm too sick to go to school.”

Constance had so many barriers up. How could I break through? She brought out her clipboard and began flipping through the papers. “I have the results from the tests and it all looks normal.”

“Does that mean I can go home today?”

“Not yet. We still need to get you walking around and eating solid foods.”

I sat up in bed. “Well what are we waiting for, Doc? Let's go take a romantic stroll on the beach.” Constance took my arm and helped me off the bed. My knees were no longer wobbly and my legs felt stronger. I took a couple steps forward and already felt better.

“Good job. Now let's go out into the hallway.”

I nodded and walked slowly. Even though my legs felt one-hundred percent, I didn't want Constance to leave my side. I pretended I could barely walk. We reached the hallway and a few of the Rabid Dog MC were waiting outside.

“Look! The man can walk,” Big Mike announced, slow clapping.

I nodded and bowed. “Yes, and for my next trick I'll turn water into beer.”

Claire approached Constance and walked next to us. “Can Leland come home tonight, Doc?”

“Not yet,” Constance replied, focusing on keeping me upright. “He still needs to rest a bit more.”

Claire walked in front of us and stopped us in our tracks. “Come on, Doc. He seems perfectly fine. Let me take him home and I'll look after him.”

“I'm sorry but he's staying here,” Constance said with a sense of finality. Claire could steamroll over most women but Constance wasn't like most women. She could hold her own.

We made a lap around the hospital and returned to my room. Even though I faked needing help for most of the walk, I was completely out of breath when we got back. “Thanks for the exercise, Constance. Maybe when I get out of here, you can train me personally.”

She tried not to respond but a tiny smile formed at the corner of her mouth. I was getting through that tough exterior of hers. It wouldn't be much longer until her legs were wrapped around my back as I pounded into her. “I don't think that would be appropriate, Mr. King.”

“Well then if we can't exercise together, how about a drink?”

Constance looked me directly in the eyes. She was scared of something but I couldn't put my finger on it. “I'm sorry, but I don't date patients.” That was a bullshit excuse if I've ever heard one.

I grabbed her hand before she could leave. That same electric shock zapped me. The hairs on my arms stood on end. “I won't be your patient for long. Come on...one drink, what's the harm?”

The doctor hesitated. “I can't.” She left quickly and I was all alone with my thoughts.

I was in and out of sleep. Nightmares of getting stabbed kept me awake at night. The memory of blood pooling around my body was constantly hounding me.
I almost died.
But I survived, like I always did. It would take a lot more than a broken bottle to take out Leland King.