Page 17 of Bloom: Part 1

“Okay, Dr. Collier. I’ll try again to convince him to let me at least stop the bleeding—”

“Bleeding?” I catapulted to my feet. “You didn’t mention anything about blood. He’s bleeding?”

“Yes, sir. Quite a bit.”

“Where is he?”

As soon as he confirmed the examination room, I hurried out of my office, my lab coat billowing behind me. What had happened? Was it a serious injury? I should have asked before hanging up. Those damn bikers were always getting shot, knifed, hit by cars, and god only knew what else James had to patch them up for. I only saw them when the cases were so serious enough James wasn’t sure of the best way to handle them and he wanted my input.

My stomach cramped when I skidded to a stop outside the room. My hand shook as I opened the door. Bloom was sitting on a chair next to the examination table. Amanda, one of our new nurses, stood a few feet away from him with some gauze, looking stressed out at the thought of approaching Bloom.

“Dr. Collier, you’re here!” Amanda said.

I swept my gaze past her to Bloom. He wore black jeans shorts and black ripped stockings beneath. He seemed immune to the blood running down his left leg, dripping into his boot and on the floor.

“Jesus Christ.” I rushed forward, slipped on a pair of disposable gloves, and grabbed the handful of gauze from the nurse. I went down on one knee in front of Bloom and pressed the gauze to the wound. There was so much blood. How deep was the wound? “I need to get you out of these clothes so I can see what I’m working with here. Amanda, will you help him get undressed?”

“If she puts a finger on me, I’ll bite it off,” Bloom said. “You do it.”

I heaved a sigh. “Amanda, you may go.”

“Thank you, Dr. Collier,” she said, the relief in her voice palpable as she practically fled the room.

“I think your staff’s afraid of me.”

“What do you expect when you threaten to bite their fingers off?”

“Come on, I was joking. Partly.”

“What is it with you and wanting to eat people?”

“I only want to eat you.”

“Work with me here. There’s so much fucking blood.”

“Ooh, Dr. Collier, you said a bad word.”

I gritted my teeth. “Now’s not the time, Bloom, or don’t you see that you’re bleeding all over my floor?”

“At least you’re touching me.”

“I have to touch you to take care of you. Will you be an obedient boy for once?”

“Okay, Dr. Collier. I’ll be your good boy.”

His words, simple yet charged, sent a shiver down my spine. My hands were less steady than moments before. The air felt thicker, and my breath came out shorter.

How the hell did his agreement become even more lethal than when we argued?

I worked on his boots, took them off, and put them to the side. “I need you to get up for a minute so I can remove your jeans. Keep the gauze pressed to your thigh and balance on your good foot.”

“Which one?”

“Dammit, Bloom.”

He had an erection. Erections weren’t uncommon during traumatic injuries, but the way he was grinning at me as though proud of it made me grit my teeth. How he could flirt at a timelike this beyond me. I ignored the stiffness at the front of his pants and concentrated on carefully pulling the jeans down his round ass. My hands grazed naked flesh. His cock popped free with a delightful bounce that made me gulp. He wasn’t wearing underwear. He was more hung than I would have thought for a guy his size.

“I haven’t done laundry in a while,” he said. “What do you think? Do you like how big my cock is? Do you want to suck it?”

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