“It’s Reaper, as in Grim.”I smash my lips onto hers and groan when the sugary taste of strawberry gloss hits my tongue.
She whimpers but doesn’t resist.
I take that as a good sign and tip my head to deepen the connection.My tongue finds hers and she presses up against me.
We are nothing to each other but suddenly everything to each other.I groan and grind my cock onto her body.What I wouldn’t give to fuck her now, turn her around, strip off those scrubs and sink deep.I’d show her the best time she’s ever had.Ruin her for all other men.
“What are you doing?”She pulls back and shoves me.
I let her have her way and release her.
“Making a deal,” I say and shove my hand into my leathers, adjust my cock.
“You’re very presumptuous.”She wags her finger at me.
The cute gesture makes me laugh.I’m a big menacing guy, yet she dares to do that?She’s really something else.
Her frown deepens.“She’s called Consuela and is on surgical ward three.So, if you can help her, watch over her, get her somewhere safe, do it.”She straightens her t-shirt.“Before it’s too late.”
Her nipples are hard and poking at her top.Good to know.She liked the kiss as much as I did.
“How long does she need to be in the hospital?”I ask and lick my lips, catching the last of her flavor.
“She’ll need medical care for the next couple of days.”She pauses.“Are you going to help her?”
“Dunno.”I shrug.
Her lips tighten and she steps away from the wall and out of my reach.“If you don’t, now that you know about her, that young girl’s blood will be on your hands if these Hyena dudes get to her.Think about that, Reaper.Blood on your hands.”
“You think I don’t already have blood on my hands?”
She turns and stalks away, ass wriggling and hair flowing down her back.
I should spank her for that particular sass and the way she said my name with such sexy attitude.
However, I can’t deny she has a point, and I have an idea forming.But before I do anything else, I need to run this information by Jock.It’s gonna mean bringing an outsider in, a woman, and he doesn’t like that, none of us do.
****
Denver University Hospital
Scarlet
The ER has been extra busy all night.A music festival brought in a stream of minor injuries and drunks.But now, at 5:00 AM, I finally get the chance to eat a sandwich and gulp down a coffee.
I check my phone for messages.There’s nothing.Which isn’t unusual.Since I left, I’ve only given my number out to a few colleagues.Keeping to myself suits me.For now, at least.
Todd is dozing on a chair.He’s pulled a double due to staff sickness and is pale with blue-tinged circles under his eyes.For his sake, I hope the quiet spell continues until 7:00 when he can go home and get some proper sleep.
I slip out of the staff room being careful not to let the door bang, and then check on a patient who is receiving clot-busting drugs for a deep vein thrombosis.Next, I look in on a child with pneumonia who is waiting for transfer to Pediatrics, and then a woman with a gash on her forehead.Lynette is suturing her with a look of extreme concentration on her face.
“All good?”I ask.
“Yes, long may it last.”She doesn’t glance at me.
I breathe a sigh of relief and head toward a stack of paperwork waiting on the desk.But as I pass the store cupboard, the door opens.A huge figure looms over me and then I’m snatched, violently, harshly, into the darkness.A hand slaps over my mouth and the intense body heat of a huge man slams onto mine.
Terror grips me.I wriggle and try to scream, aim for his kneecap.Son of a bitch.
