They were harmless, just friendly ladies that needed a place to blow off steam. They hung around sometimes to catch the eye of a brother. But they weren’t whatI wanted.
They weren’t Amelia. And she was going to be mine. Just had to give her a little push to give into her darkest desire.
“No, and now I need you to go back to your room,” she tried to chastise me.
“Oh peaches, you wanted to see my room? All you had to say was, “Shooter, take me to bed”.” I threw in an extra winkfor good measure. I liked pushing her buttons, getting her all flustered.
“It will be a cold day in hell the day I turn up in your bed.”
“I like my odds.” I threw together a sandwich and a snack, because if evil nurse had her way, my ass would be locked up tight in my room, and she would have the only key. I wondered if she would use rope or chains to pin me to the bed.
“Move your ass.” She groaned.
“Nope.” Even if the pain was killing me, the frustration in her eyes just added to my fire.
She stepped closer, until she was brushing up against me. Her eyes softened, not in flirtation but rather sadness. Damn it if that didn’t break my heart.
“River,please.”
And with those magic words, I was ready to be a good patient for her if only for a brief moment. I didn’t argue with her, but walked down the first-floor hallway until we reached the back end. It was a bigger space than most club bedrooms, but Hound Dog wanted the brothers to be able to have their space, especially when some never had such a space of their own. They took care of their brothers.
It was modest in my opinion, a full-size bed, a dresser or two, and a little desk. A bathroom that was my own, compared to the shared bathrooms upstairs with a jack and jill style. I didn’t have much of a personal touch. Some random sketches I did, a couple photos of men that I lost when I served.
Amelia stepped into the space, a little shocked and awed. She re-adjusted her tote bag, the same one she would bring over to Melody and Hound’s place. She nodded her head a couple of times, before turning her attention back to me. “Where’s your discharge paperwork?”
I nodded to the desk where the papers laid shuffled amongst other things.
She scoffed. “You truly are a medical personnel, ignoring what needs to be done and doing everything in your own way.” She rolled her eyes before snatching the papers off the desk, reading them over. She was still in her scrubs. Why didn’t she go home and change into something more comfortable?
Her mouth started to twitch from side to side, looking like she was biting the inside of her cheek, deep into thought. I wished I had my sketchbook, just to attempt to capture the moment. Her pixie cut was starting to grow out and I liked it, her little waves of dark blonde almost light brown started peeking through, little wispies pulling in different directions. I consciously ran my hands through my hair.
Her eyes cut back on me, she shook her head fixing her gaze. “You’re staring. Did we miss a neuro scan or something?”
I sat on the bed, leaning my hands back behind me. “I can’t look at you?”
She tried to snap back but quickly closed her mouth. Interestingly, she had nothing to say.
She switched back to nursing mode, striding closer to the bed. “How much sleep have you gotten?”
“The same as always, a few hours here, a few hours there. Just enough to rest and get back to moving,” I answered, knowing that wasn’t what she was asking.
“Why aren’t you taking your pain medication?”
“Don’t want to.”
“Are you a recovering addict?” she asked as her cold hands started to look for a pulse point, attempting to do a quick check up. The way she squeezed me had me thinking so many dark and desirable thoughts. Especially wondering if one or both hands were wrapped around my throat. Would she be willing to try? “Why is your heart rate racing?” She sounded concerned.
“Thinking about being a good boy for you.” She was towering over me, so when I looked up, I saw for a moment her pupils widening.
Oh, Amelia.
“Problem is, you don’t know how to be good. You're a pain being this difficult and somehow now intertwining my life with yours.”
“I could be good for you, but we both know you don’t want that part,”I said, feeling the heat come off her skin. I just wanted to reach down in her bottoms and find out just how much I was right.
“You’re trouble.” She whispered. “And I’m not that interested.”
“Pointing out the obvious, are we? Can I go next?” Now I was just being an asshole. But that was what she liked about this dynamic, I kept her on her toes.
