Page 17 of Keeping Her Under
Fuck.
Rubbing her bra across the end of my dick, I clean up the last dribbles of cum. Then I look at the large streaks of it against the dark-blue. I want to sneak into the hospital and put these two things on her so I can go about my day knowing she has my cum flush against her skin.
I have never jerked myself off with a woman’s undergarments before today, but this overwhelming need to sink into her is fucking with my control. It’s turning me feral, and I’m sure there is some bullshit science to it, something in some medical paper to explain why I seem to have lost my fucking mind – her hormones messing with mine, the scent of her being my perfect match, or whatever. All I know is that I will risk everything to have her.
Picking my phone up off the table, I click on the teddy bear app.
“You’ll never be alone again,” I murmur, stroking her face on my screen. A ghost of a smile lightens her face, and my breath catches at the sight of it. I want to be there with her. I want to bury my face in her sweet pussy until she’s wet enough to drown me.
Soon.
So fucking soon.
On Monday morning, I drive to the hospital. Her body is on my screen again, and as I park, I force myself to leave the app. I don’t close it though – I don’t leave her. I just hide it from the main screen as I head into work. As I take the elevator up to the surgery rooms, my thoughts race on how I can see her without being caught.
The ICU is staffed at night – not as much during the day, but there’s still one nurse for every one to two patients, a respiratory therapist, secretary, aide, and a doctor or nurse practitioner available as needed. I won’t be able to sneak past them all. Then Nurse Ryan will be popping in every hour or so to take care of her.
I never wanted to be a nurse; my ambition was too high, my desire to play God too strong, but right now I wish I was hers.
Nurses are alone with their patients every hour or so for fifteen, sometimes thirty minutes at a time. I could do what I wanted to her then with no one being the wiser. Not unless I got her pregnant.
My jaw tightens at the thought of Ryan doing such things to her. Of his hands lingering on her. His fingers cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. Then going lower to finger her pussy and ass. He could taste her all shift long – twelve hours of fucking bliss.
The urge to break his neck courses through me, but I keep my face free of any anger and jealousy as I pass a few members of staff. Making my way into the changing room, I don my scrubs, then prep my station in the surgery room. I need to focus on my work, just get through the day. Make sure there’s no reason for anyone to suspect me if someone notices she’s been thoroughly fucked.
Because I will fuck her.
I’ll figure it out…
Somehow…
Because she needs me with her.
Wants me.
And I will not deny my girl.
Eleven
“Fuck, cuz, you need to show me a recent pic of this chick,” my cousin says. We’re sitting in the front seat of his patrol car, the night air buzzing with insects just outside our windows. My blood is pulsing hot and fast through my veins as I think about what I’ve just asked of him.
Though ‘ask’ is a pointless word; we both know he’ll do it.
He’d go to jail for me, as I would for him.
And this favor will be a cakewalk compared to what the Blood Fangs, his gang, asks of him.
“No,” I say, watching the traffic rush past the windshield. Many of the cars slam on their brakes as they spot us sitting on the edge of the highway, but Asher lets them all go. My eyes track a blue Honda, its tires squealing, before shifting to a red Toyota.
“Oh, come on,” he says, but I shake my head.
I know Ash’s type of woman – big rack, skinny, blonde, and if he sees a picture of Summer, he’ll say the generic, polite shit he thinks I’ll want to hear, but it won’t be honest. And it needs to be honest. He’s the only family I have in this world, a man I would sell my soul to the devil for. A man who I have killed for; I ended his father’s life when I caught him doing to him what mother’s boyfriends did to me.
So I can’t show him a picture of her because pictures won’t do her justice. It wasn’t just her looks that drew me to her when she was wheeled in by the EMTs. It was the flutter of her eyes as they landed on me. Almost in a silent plea.
I don’t know if they were asking me to save her or let her die, and it was that ambiguity that drew me in. Normally, my patients are clear. Even those that are brought in after having attempted suicide. Those that were saved but didn’t want to be. Those that were saved as they’d cried out for help.
But Summer… Summer looked at me in a brief moment that stretched for aeons. Stretched right down into my soul.
