Page 57 of Out for Blood

“He needs stitches?” she asked, turning to me.

“Yeah, he may have copped a blade to the thigh,” I said, to her shock. “Come on.”

Morena followed us inside.

Bear pointed down the hall.

“Come on,” I told her, leading her down the hallway and toward the rooms where I heard Hawk moaning in pain. I opened the door to see he’d removed his jeans and was sitting on his bed naked, clutching at the wound. It looked angry.

“Jesus,” I swore. “Why did you get naked?”

“I was getting into something easier for her to help me with but the fucking thing started hurting like a motherfucker so I laid down.”

He was in pain, I could hear it in his voice.

“It’s okay,” Morena said, pushing into the room, pulling her bag up onto the bed. “I’m a nurse. I see penises all day long.”

“None as pretty as mine though, right?” Hawk joked.

I rolled my eyes, as did Morena.

“Yes, Mr. Byrne, it is a very pretty cock,” she said, pulling out a bottle and spraying clear liquid onto his wound. He screamed out in pain, as I saw the blood trail down his thigh. His muscle contracted, tensing on the bed as he called out in agony.

“Sorry,” she said. “I need to clean the wound to see what we’re working with here. If it helps, you can look down at your very pretty cock to distract yourself from the pain.”

“Okay, I’m out,” I said, pushing out of the room and leaving the nurse with Hawk, howling in pain. Sheridan’s eyes were wide with every scream she heard.

“Relax,” I told her, pulling her into my arms. “Morena has a good handle on the sex god. I kinda like that she has him on his ass.”

Sheridan chuckled into my chest. “Take me to bed, Coop.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice as I signalled to Bear that I was out. He nodded and assumed responsibility while both me and Hawk were out. I slung my arm around Sheridan’s shoulders, and pulled her in to place a kiss on her temple before I locked her in our room at the clubhouse, pulling her clothes off before she’d even gotten to the bed.

SHERIDAN

“What’s this one?” I heard his grumbly voice ask as he traced the tattoo on my side. I looked down and saw the tattoo he was looking at.

“Leopard,” I said, smiling. “I just thought it was cool and wanted to cover a scar.”

He pushed his fingers over it more to find it, and then his eyebrows furrowed. “What’s that from?”

“I don’t really remember. It was back when I was drinking heaps.”

He looked into my eyes to see if I was lying, but I wasn’t. I would never lie to him. I’d been a wreck back then, regretting my life choices and knowing I was stuck in Kilkenny, married to an asshole, with two girls to look after.

It had been too much.

“What about the one on your leg?”

“You know what it is.”

“But I want to know why you got it.”

“Orla told me your name was Ace,” I said. “I wanted a piece of you on me that Neal wasn’t going to know about.”

His mouth crashed over mine and I moaned into his kiss. His hands travelled down my thigh, eliciting a very visceral reaction in me as he continued his featherlight touches until he pulled my leg up. Finally, he broke from my mouth, leaving me a little breathless, and took in the tattoo on my inner ankle of two Ace playing cards.

“It’s an older tatt.”

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