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“If this is the last time, I need you to know I’m so proud of you, Hallie. I love you so much. Always remember that. You’ve got a bright future ahead of you, I promise.”
Having a surgeon for a brother is useful, especially when your hobbies include bare-knuckle fights and underground cages.
“Hallie will patch you up. How much blood have you lost?” The question lands like a warning. I glance down again, watching crimson pool beneath me. “I don’t know, Finn. I didn’t bring a measuring jug.”
Just… don’t be your usual ass self. Be nice.” I scoff. “When am I not a delight to be around?”
“Good. This is what you get for leaving mid-wedding. Karma is a bitch.” “Mid-wedding? No. I did all that. I left mid-party. There’s a difference, Finn.
“You have an entire selection of women inside Inferno. All of them obsessed with you, for some fucking reason. And yet, you’re running into town for—?” “For someone I want to chase through the woods tonight,” I interrupt, scratching at my jaw. “Not someone to tie up in a damn sex club.”
“Don’t come at me for my kinks. I don’t even know what twisted shit you’re into, Doctor.”
“Mmm, I’ll be ready and waiting in bed for you, beautiful.” Great. Just what I need after a shift.
My baby and my cars are all I need. Oh—and my job.
If Conan is a pain in the ass, just don’t numb it.”
Low grumble. Matte deep blue wrap. Holy fuck. “Is that the Shelby GT500 Heritage Edition?” I ask, even though I already know. “Yes. Supercharged. Remapped. The works. Now, get in. Please.”
As she slides behind the wheel, I finally get a full look. And damn. I’m fucked. If I wasn’t bleeding out, my dick would be harder than steel.
“She drives like she owns the goddamn world. I would love to race you in this,” I murmur. “I’d leave you in the dust on the track,” she smirks. I laugh, my stomach flipping. This woman is trouble. “Oh, Hallie. You don’t know who you’re playing with here.” “What, you think you’d win in a smashed Bugatti?” she counters. Ouch. Low blow.
“I fucking hate reversing in a space, okay?” I raise both hands. “No judgment. We won’t race backwards.”
“Good boy.” My eyes snap open. Blood rushes south. “Am I?” I smirk. “Do I get a reward, Nurse Hallie?” Her cheeks flush. “I might have some stickers somewhere.”
I didn’t know I had a nurse fantasy. But I’m sure I do now. I’m now not sure if I missed the part where she drugged me with something.
“Do I get another good boy when you’re done?” I hope she says yes.
“Good boy. You’re all done.” I swear he growls under his breath, and I squeeze my thighs.
“I must like pain.” He flashed me a cheeky grin. “Physical is sometimes better than mental.”
I don’t wanna overstep a boundary, but I want her to be safe. Fuck it. I left my gun in my Bugatti.
I don’t wanna die in a Shelby. At least not one I’m not driving.
“Okay. Picture this. We crash through the door, your legs wrapped around my waist. We’re tearing each other’s clothes off. I’m kissing the life out of you. You’re moaning in my mouth. We ignore him and his pathetic performance. We give them something to watch that’s far more exciting. Show him you do it better.”
I lean back in my seat, adjusting my cock to try and hide how turned on I am. It only gets worse as she races us back to her house. The whole time I’m picturing bending her over the hood and spanking her tight ass. Fuck.
“Please, Ben. Explain yourself. Tell me how you accidentally brought a girl into my dead father’s house and, poof, you both ended up naked and your dick ended up inside her.”
She exhales, and it cracks something in me. The kind of sorrow you feel in your bones. I pull her into me and hold her. Tight. There’s no way she’s leaving. No way I’m letting her out of my sight. Not until I figure out what the fuck that threat meant.
Friends. That’s the line. And rule number one? You don’t fuck your friends.
“Trouble, I’ve had twenty-nine years of winding my brother up. I’ll take the rap for this one. He won’t think anything of it, I promise. Trust me, it’s a skill of mine.”
Lily is my lifelong best friend. The woman who’s seen me at rock bottom and dragged me back from it, bloody knuckles and all.
“Way over six feet tall, covered in tattoos, rugged… you know, like scary but gorgeous.” Oh my god. I sound like a horny teenager. “The kind that will fuck you up against a wall and choke you good?”
“Oh, I will be there. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” “So that’s essentially do anything I want.”
“Yes, darlin’. I’m the fun Quinn. I’ll get you into trouble and back out of it all in one night.”
“I wouldn’t have stopped you.” I say it steadily. Confidentially. His head snaps up. And I swear, my lungs stop working. Feral. That’s the only word for the way he looks at me. Whatever leash he had on himself? Gone.
I can see her spiraling inside her head. Like I can hear every single doubt rattling through her mind like shrapnel. It’s chaos behind those eyes, and I want to silence every piece of it. Just for a moment. Just enough to remind her who the fuck she is.
Fuck whoever broke her confidence. I’ll hunt them all down and grind their faces into the dirt. If it’s Ben, then I’ll gladly end him. But right now? I need her to remember the version of herself who let me slam her against a wall with my tongue down her throat just to piss off her loser boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend.
“Come back to me, trouble. Fuck what Ben said. Fuck anyone who has ever made you doubt yourself. They ain’t worth it. You are so much more than they could ever be. You, Hallie, are a badass. You’re funny. You have impeccable taste in cars. You’re kind and caring. You are drop-dead fucking gorgeous. You made me hard while sticking a needle in my leg. You made me hard when you giggled. Do you need me to continue the list? Or can I just fuckin' kiss you now, for real this time?”
“Or do you want me to be a good boy and get down on my knees and beg for you?”
This world has fucked up everything for women. Taught them shame. Like they’re not allowed to want things. Need things. Like pleasure should only ever be a reward, never a right. Bullshit.
Everyone would be a lot happier running through the woods and fucking against trees like the feral fuckin’ animals we all are born to be.
“Get on those knees then, beastie.” Fuck. My heart damn near breaks through my ribs. I hold the counter for support, my thigh screaming, but I don’t care. Not one bit. This injury won’t ruin tonight. I’ll tear it back open before I give this up. She grabs my whiskey and tilts her head back, letting the liquid sit in her mouth. When her fingers run through my hair, my breath catches. But when she yanks my head back and spits that whiskey into my mouth— Holy. Fucking. Shit. The burn of the whiskey hits, but it’s nothing compared to her. “Kiss. Me. Please,” I beg.
“I’ve not touched you yet, and you’re panting. How wet are you for me, Hallie?” “Soaked, Conan. I think you need a taste, don’t you?”
Not until I feel her fall apart beneath my hands. And still—it’s not enough. I want to see her. I want to watch her break.
It’s massive. Like, jaw-droppingly, medically concerningly huge.
Is death by orgasm a thing? Shit. I’m a nurse. I should know these things.
"Hallie. Stop panicking. My dick isn’t going to break you." He’s amused. "I mean, you might be sore when I’m done. But you’ll survive, I promise."
"Good girl. Let’s test that theory, shall we? Too much talking. Not enough sucking."
"Say it for me. I am not broken, I just have poor choices in men who don’t know how to pleasure a woman. I was never the problem. I’m hot as fuck."
“What’s there to lose?” He shrugs. “Text her. Worst case, she ignores you. Then you find your next victim for the woods.” I clench my fist. Asshole. “Or… you chase her directly into the woods?”
Two minutes pass. Still no reply. No read receipt. I consider throwing the phone into a wall. Or off a cliff. No. What if she replies?
I would have preferred it if you checked my stitches rather than my brother. He didn’t call me a good boy. It’s just not the same.
“Flirty friends. Who’ve had each other’s genitals in their mouth. Yeah. That’s what friends do.”
