Inked & Filthy: A Bad Boy MC Romance Boxed Set (21 page)

It was hard to sleep at night in a room with so many beeps and whistles. It was even harder when a nurse constantly entered the room to check on me. Now if they woke me up for a sponge bath, then I could hardly complain.

I dreamed of Rebecca Holmes giving me a dirty sponge bath, wearing nothing but lace lingerie. Her hands ran the wet sponge all over my body. I revealed my large snake to her and Rebecca gasped. She wrapped the sponge around my erection and washed me up and down.

“You've been such a bad boy,” she cooed. Rebecca slowly took off her sexy underwear and undid her hair from a ponytail. She bit down on the pen she held between her fingers, running her tongue along the tip. I was so close to coming. If she would just take me in her mouth and finish me off.

Rebecca turned around and bent over, giving me the view I deserved. She returned to the sponge against my hard cock. The warm water massaged me as she worked my shaft with both hands. Her arms pushed her large breasts together, making a valley of cleavage.

I was so close. My cock became engorged. I screamed Rebecca's name as I sprayed all over her chest, plastering her with my milky seed.

“Rise and shine, Mr. King.” I was pulled from my dream in an instant. I looked over to see Rebecca by the window. “Do you always scream my name in your dreams?”

Holy fuck!
She was in the room and heard my entire sex dream. But maybe I could use that to my advantage. “It's hard not to moan your name when you're doing the filthiest things to me.”

Rebecca fake laughed. “Very funny, Mr. King.” She opened the blinds and flooded the room with light.

I put my arm over my eyes and hid beneath. “Go away, Mom. I'm too sick to go to school.”

Rebecca had so many barriers up. How could I break through? She brought out her clipboard and began flipping through the papers. “I have the results from the tests and it all looks normal.”

“Does that mean I can go home today?”

“Not yet. We still need to get you walking around and eating solid foods.”

I sat up in bed. “Well what are we waiting for, Doc? Let's go take a romantic stroll on the beach.” Rebecca took my arm and helped me off the bed. My knees were no longer wobbly and my legs felt stronger. I took a couple steps forward and already felt better.

“Good job. Now let's go out into the hallway.”

I nodded and walked slowly. Even though my legs felt one-hundred percent, I didn't want Rebecca to leave my side. I pretended I could barely walk. We reached the hallway and a few of the Firebrand MC were waiting outside.

“Look! The man can walk,” Big Mike announced, slow clapping.

I nodded and bowed. “Yes, and for my next trick I'll turn water into beer.”

Claire approached Rebecca and walked next to us. “Can Iron come home tonight, Doc?”

“Not yet,” Rebecca replied, focusing on keeping me upright. “He still needs to rest a bit more.”

Claire walked in front of us and stopped us in our tracks. “Come on, Doc. He seems perfectly fine. Let me take him home and I'll look after him.”

“I'm sorry but he's staying here,” Rebecca said with a sense of finality. Claire could steamroll over most women but Rebecca wasn't like most women. She could hold her own.

We made a lap around the hospital and returned to my room. Even though I faked needing help for most of the walk, I was completely out of breath when we got back. “Thanks for the exercise, Rebecca. Maybe when I get out of here, you can train me personally.”

She tried not to respond but a tiny smile formed at the corner of her mouth. I was getting through that tough exterior of hers. It wouldn't be much longer until her legs were wrapped around my back as I pounded into her. “I don't think that would be appropriate, Mr. King.”

“Well then if we can't exercise together, how about a drink?”

Rebecca looked me directly in the eyes. She was scared of something but I couldn't put my finger on it. “I'm sorry, but I don't date patients.” That was a bullshit excuse if I've ever heard one.

I grabbed her hand before she could leave. That same electric shock zapped me. The hairs on my arms stood on end. “I won't be your patient for long. Come on...one drink, what's the harm?”

The doctor hesitated. “I can't.” She left quickly and I was all alone with my thoughts.

I was in and out of sleep. Nightmares of getting stabbed kept me awake at night. The memory of blood pooling around my body was constantly hounding me.
I almost died.
But I survived, like I always did. It would take a lot more than a broken bottle to take out Iron King.

What was happening to me? I almost said yes to a date with an criminal. The man came into the ER with stab wounds for god's sakes. He was not the right guy for me. My prince would come one day and sweep me off my feet. Or at least that's what the movies told me. I doubted I would ever meet him. I made my choice a long time ago—I'd rather be a doctor than someone's wife.

Nurse Fiona found me in George's room while I checked on his hip. “Dr. Holmes, I can't seem to find anymore Codeine.”

“There's no more in the drug cabinet?

“I checked. We're all out,” the nurse replied.

I sighed and shrugged. “I'll go get more then.”

“Thank you, Doctor.”

“I'll check in on you again, George,” I said, winking at him.

He smacked his lips.“I'll be waiting patiently for your return, Angel.”

I laughed and left the room. I actually liked when old men hit on me. It was just harmless flirting. Not like it was with Iron. I could see the hunger in his eyes. He wanted me—badly. Did I have that same desire?

I went down the elevator and to the locked pharmacy. Only doctors had a key ever since a patient stole a ton of painkillers and OD'd in the hospital. The resulting lawsuit made the board change the way drugs were stored and now nurses bugged me every time we ran out of something.

I pulled out my keychain with a million keys on it. The one for the pharmacy had a little purple sticker on it to identify it from the others. I opened the locked cage and entered the dark room. My hand felt around for the light switch and flipped it. Rows of shelves were lined up containing every drug known to man. I went to the aisle of painkillers that were locked again in another steel cage. For some reason the bright minds upstairs thought it would be genius to have them behind bars twice with the same key. If somebody could get through the first lock, they could easily get through the second. I opened it and grabbed a few bottles of Codeine.

“Nice night for drugs,” a dark voice announced from behind me. My heart spiked and I dropped all the bottles of Codeine to the floor. I turned my head to find Dr. Green looming.

“You scared the crap out of me,” I yelled at him.

The doctor grinned. “I didn't mean to.” He bent down and began collecting the fallen drugs.

How could I escape this encounter unscathed? “What are you doing in here?” I asked, waiting nervously for him to hand over the bottles to me. My heart was pounding in my throat.

Dr. Green stood up and shuffled the bottles around in his hands. “Same thing you are Rebecca—needed to get some drugs.”

I snatched the Codeine from his hands. “Well next time please don't sneak up on me.”

Green put his arms up to both sides of my head, keeping me in place. His bad cologne made me nauseous. His eyes blankly stared into mine. “We'd be really good together, Rebecca.”

“I already told you that I wasn't interested. Now let me go.” I tried to escape past his arms but he knocked me back against the shelf. My pulse was pounding in my ears now.
How was I going to get out of this?

“I love it when you play hard to get. Your not like most women, Rebecca. Most women would already have their legs spread wide open for me, wet and ready to go. But you keep yours clenched closed, not allowing anyone to get close.” His hand brushed against the side of my face and my stomach overturned. If I had eaten anything, I would've definitely thrown up. “It's time you finally give me what I deserve.”

Oh fuck!
I needed to do something right now before it was too late. I cursed myself for not taking those free self-defense classes the hospital offered. But I knew the basics. I raised my knee to his groin as hard and fast as I could. Doctor Green's face twisted green as he doubled over with his hands on his crotch. I ran to the door and realized that it was locked.
Did he lock it?
I pulled my keys out searched for the purple sticker.

“You're not going to get away from me you bitch!” he yelled from far away. His voice sent shivers down my spine. The keys shook in my hands as I tried to find the right one.
Come on! Where is it?
I could hear the doctor running towards me. I found the purple key and shoved it in the lock. The door clicked open...but it was too late.

Doctor Green shoved me against the steel cage door and we both bounced back and fell onto the ground. I tried to wrestle him off but he was too strong. His eyes were on fire and he held my wrists against the cold cement floor.

“I'll show you what a real man is,” he said, licking my cheek. I screamed as loud as I could but Dr. Green just laughed at me. “Nobody is going to hear you down here.”

A voice behind Dr. Green boomed. “Get your fucking hands off her.” It wasn't a request but an order. Dr. Green looked behind him and let me go. I looked past Green to see Iron standing in the doorway, barely able to hold himself up.
What was he doing down here?

“You better turn around and forget you saw any of this,” Doctor Green hissed.

“Are you okay, Doctor Holmes?” Iron asked me, ignoring the threat.

My eyes were filled with terror but I was able to nod.

Iron clenched his fist and threw an uppercut, knocking Green's head back and sending him crashing to ground. Iron immediately groaned and held his side as he collapsed. I picked myself off the floor and ran to Iron, side-stepping an unconscious Dr. Green.

“Oh my god, are you all right?” The side of Iron's hospital gown was stained with blood. I lifted it up to find his stitches ripped open. He should have never gotten out of bed.

Iron's face was pale. “I'm fine, just a little woozy.”

“Here, let me help you up.” I put his arm around my shoulder and used all my strength to get Iron to his feet. We stumbled to the elevator and got one last glimpse of Dr. Green's limp body. I wished that Iron had killed him but at the same time I knew that was wrong.

“Thank you for saving me,” I whispered to him, pushing the button for the fifth floor.

Iron waved it off like it was nothing. “You would have done the same for me.”

I let out a laugh that instantly made me feel better. All the tension in my body finally released. What was I going to do about Doctor Green? Should I file a formal complaint with the hospital? Go to the police? My head was swimming with too much. I needed to focus on getting Iron fixed up.

The elevator dinged open and I called out, “Nurse! Little help here.”

Nurse Fiona ran to the other side of Iron and took some of the weight off me. “What happened Dr. Holmes?”

Should I tell her everything? No not yet. I needed to think it through first. “Iron tore some stitches while walking around.” Iron nodded and backed up my story.

We helped him back to his room and set him on the hospital bed. Iron rolled around and groaned in pain. For being such a tough guy, he was acting like such a baby. Fiona left us alone and I began closing his wounds back up.

“You know, you don't have to act hurt to gain sympathy from me.”

Iron grinned and stopped groaning. “It was worth a shot.”

“I hope you know this doesn't mean I'll go on a date with you, Iron.”

Iron scoffed. “Way to bring a guy down after he just became a hero.”

I flushed and smiled.
Iron King, my hero.
I sewed the last of his wounds and cleaned him up. “That should do it. Good as new.”

Iron lifted his arm up and rolled his shoulder. “Thanks, Doc. I feel better already.”

“No thank you, Iron.” Tears choked my throat. I didn't want to cry in front of him.
Keep it strong, Rebecca.
“I don't want to imagine what would have happened down there if you didn't rescue me.”

Iron reached out and held my hand. His eyes were intense and unwavering. “If he even looks at you again, I'll make sure he never takes another breath.”

I wiped the lone tear from my cheek. “I really appreciate you looking out for me. The good news is that you should be able to go home tomorrow morning.”

Iron smiled and still held my hand. I liked the way he gently ran his fingers in my palm. “It's about time. If I have to eat one more pudding cup, I'm going to bounce off the walls.”

“I'll make sure the nurse brings you a few to take home.” I winked.

This man was bringing emotions out of me I hadn't felt in ages. I tried to shake off that feeling because I knew he wasn't the right guy for me. He might be off-the-charts hot but he'd end up in prison or dead eventually just like every other member of a motorcycle club. I didn't want that life for me.