Page 27 of Flyboy's Nightingale
“Fucking, hell!” I grouch.
“What’s wrong? Is everything okay? Do you need something?” Riley quickly fires questions at me in rapid succession from the other room.
“I need to take off my pants and need help doing so.” Annoyance washes over me at once, again feeling motherfucking useless.
“That’s no problem. Are you able to get the brace wet in the shower?” she inquires as she comes back to the room.
“What the fuck do you think I’ve been doing for the last six months? Fucking sitting on the damn sink?” I lash out at her, not liking how I’m feeling.
Riley flinches at my words but doesn’t say or do anything else. “It seems that was a dumb question. Alright, what do you need me to do?”
“Fucking take my pants off. I would think as a nurse you would know how to fucking do that.”
Riley's back goes ramrod straight. “Flyboy, as much as I would like to stay and help you, as well as hang out after your shower, if you keep speaking to me like that, I’ll have to leave.”
Her words are like a slap in the face, reminding me that once again, I’m being a complete fucking asshole. I’m treating her like some nobody, and not like the woman that has wrapped her fingers around my soul, refusing to let go. Making things worse, is the fact that this woman doesn’t deserve an ounce of my lashing out.
With my head hanging, I apologize, “I’m sorry, Riley. You don’t deserve me being a complete dick.”
Riley kneels at my feet, starting to undo and remove the parts of my apparatus that can be removed before reaching up for the waistband of my pants. I watch her, willing my cock to behave. Riley looks up at me, asking with her eyes if she should continue. I give her a stiff nod to continue, leaning back, placing my hands on the edge of the counter, trying to hold myself together. Thethought of having her on her knees, removing my pants has been a fantasy since the day she walked into the E.R.
“Alright, let’s have you lean back onto the counter so you don’t put weight on the injured leg as I pull the pants off the good leg,” Riley whispers, as a bright red blush makes its way up her chest, leading up toward her throat, only stopping when it hits her hair line.
I do as she tells me, holding my breath, praying my cock continues to do as I was praying it would. Once the pants are completely removed, Riley stands still, avoiding making eye contact with me. I let go of the counter, reaching out to tip her chin up so I can see her eyes. When they finally meet mine, the fire burning in them ignites the embers that have been simmering for more months than I would like to think about. Slowly, I slide my hand across her chin and then move it around to the back of her neck, squeezing lightly before pulling her to me.
“Riley?” I don’t even know what I’m asking her right now.
Riley trembles at her name and clears her throat, saying, “You need to shower. I’m going to go into the bedroom. Call out if you need anything else.”
Riley turns, rushing out of the bathroom so fast I swear I can see skid marks on the floor. I sigh, rubbing a hand over my face trying to clear the fog she leaves me in. I hop into the shower being sure that the parts of my brace that I still have on stay free from the spray, doing my best not to get it wet. I quickly wash my body and hair before turning the water off. I slide the shower door open, reaching for my towel that usually hangs on the hook just outside the shower. Not finding my towel, I call for Riley. When she doesn't answer, a cold slice of fear washes down my spine.
I step out of the shower, not caring about the towel, just needing to find her and make sure everything is okay. I use thewall for stability as I make my way to the door, only stopping to think about the possibility of falling for a moment. When I make it through the door and into my room, I search for her, finally finding her curled up on my bed fast asleep. My heart starts to beat at a regular rhythm as I find a towel and dry off. Afterward, I search and locate a pair of shorts, and maneuver the rest of my brace into place before crawling into bed next to Riley, hoping it’ll be a night not plagued by nightmares.
CHAPTER
FIFTEEN
Riley
I snuggleinto the heat wrapped around me, trying to get back to sleep, not yet wanting to face what I need to do today. I’ve finally made a decision about what needs to happen with the stalking and knowing that I cannot get anyone in this building involved in my crazy fucking life. The arm around my waist squeezes a little tighter, virtually bringing the tears out that stay just on the edge racing down my cheek.
“I can feel how hard your brain is working, and it’s too fucking early for that. Just go back to sleep and everything will be fine,” Flyboy’s sleep roughened voice says, causing goose bumps to erupt and spread across my skin.
“Flyboy, I have a lot to do today, and spending the day in bed isn’t one of them.” I work extremely hard to sound relaxed and happy all while my soul is being torn into shreds.
“There is always time to relax in bed,” he argues as he pulls me tighter to his chest, continuing, “especially, when I’m so warm and comfortable. And while we’re this comfortable, why don’t you tell me what had you in tears in the yard yesterday?”
I couldn’t stop my reaction to his words even if I was prepared for his questions. Clenching my eyes closed, I try to find the right words, the lie that I’ve been telling everyone in order to keep them in the dark and from knowing what’s really going on. Laying in his arms, I don’t want to lie. I don’t want to keep dealing with this on my own. I want to lay it at the feet of someone else. Praying that for the first time since my momma passed, I wouldn’t feel so alone.
“I don’t even know where to start to tell you what’s going on. There’s so much history, so much to tell, and Flyboy, in all honesty, it would mean the ending of any relationship or connection I have with the club,” I run off on a tangent.
“How about you start from the beginning? That’s always the best way to begin with things,” Flyboys suggests.
“If that’s what you want, be ready to not leave this bed for days.” Closing my eyes, I finally get ready to tell him all of it, to lay it all on the line when his phone starts ringing. Chuckling, I can’t help but think, saved by the bell.
I roll away from Flyboy’s hard chest, sliding to the end of the bed. Once my feet hit the floor the need to use the restroom hits me hard and fast. I block out whatever Flyboy is saying as I close the bathroom door. I use the restroom, washing my hands, and start to pull the door open when Flyboy’s words bring me up short.
“Why do I need to bring her to Prez’s office?”
