“Ok, last question before the section that has to be completed by your medical professional. On a scale from one to ten, describe your pain level right now.”
Tucker thinks about it for a second. “I would say it’s about a six…ty-nine.”
It takes me a second to get his innuendo.
“Tucker!” My laugh comes out more like a snort as I hit his broad chest with the clipboard.
“Sorry, baby.” He pulls me closer, so that our chests are touching and I can feel something hard against my stomach. “I should have warned you that pain makes me horny.”
Oh God. Maybe it makes me horny too. My clit is pulsing with need, and I debate if I should give him that kiss he so desperately wants. “Does it?” I sound breathless even to my own ear.
“Not really.” He chuckles. “You make me horny. I’ve been thinking about eating you out all night. And I wouldn’t be mad if you wanted to wrap those pretty lips of yours around my cock.”
Yes, please.
Judging by the way the throbbing between my legs increases at Tucker’s words, my body is definitely in on the plan.
I’ve never been so excited in my life. Tucker and Colsen have a strange effect on me. They make me feel so alive and wild, even a little reckless.
My fingers trace his perfect jaw, playing with the blond stubble that has started to grow on his clean-shaven face. “Maybe just a little kiss… at least for now.” I whisper.
Tucker’s smile widens. “Fuck yeah. And then you can nurse me back to health, maybe? You could come over and spend the night. If you want.”
I don’t tell him that I was hoping to invite him and Colsen to my room. “Maybe. Let’s get your leg taken care of and then I could tuck you in.”
He doesn’t skip a beat. “I want you in my bed, Taryn.”
I like that he doesn’t play games and says exactly what he wants.
“And you know, about what I just said, the sixty-nine stuff. That can be on the table, but only if you want. I promise I can be a gentleman and we can go as fast or as slow as you want.”
His words do nothing to calm the butterflies in my stomach; but they’re the good kind of butterflies. “We can go home and see where the night takes us?” I smile, closing almost all the distance between us.
“That sounds perfect. But I believe you promised me a kiss?”
My eyes go to his soft looking lips.
“I did.” I whisper, keeping my hand on his jaw and leaning in.
“What insane prank put you in my emergency room tonight, Tucker?”
The feminine voice is accompanied by the sliding of one of the privacy curtains, and I jump away from Tucker just a second before our lips had the chance to touch.
A blonde woman with intense blue eyes enters the bay. She’s in purple scrubs, and I know she’s related to Tucker and Talia even before he wails.
“Mom?”
Tucker’s mother steps into the bay, closing the curtain behind her.
“You’re bleeding. Let me see what the damage is .”
Tucker explains what happened, but leaves out the fact that I’m responsible for the stray bullet.
“Thank you for convincing my son to come here,” she says to me. Tucker tells his mom that I think he needs stitches.
“Taryn is a nurse too, but I hope she’s wrong this time. I would do anything in my power to avoid the experience.”
“You’re a good friend for not abandoning him to his own devices.” His mom says, after removing the dressing and ignoring her son’s shudder when she checks the wound. “And you know what you’re talking about because you’re one hundred percent right. This needs at least six or seven stitches, possibly more. By the way, I’m Lexi Prescott. Nice to meet you, Taryn.”
