“Thanks for letting me observe.”
Her smile was warm. “How else will you get comfortable in the OR?”
I detoured to the staff lounge to change out of scrubs, thinking I’d probablyneverbe comfortable in an OR. Not like her, anyway. It was cold, sterile, and tense. Dr. Rose made it look easy, but there was a lot of pressure when holding someone’s life in your hands.
After I changed, I met up with Liliana in the cafeteria fora quick lunch, filling her in on my outing to Glitter Balls. I’d gotten home around nine. The guys were so much fun, I’d stayed a lot longer than I expected.
I jumped Knight the instant I was through the door, before he could even get a full sentence out.
I’d torn his clothes off in the middle of the living room, so desperate to get my mouth on him that he’d laughed. “We should get you drunk more often,” he’d murmured, hands carding through my hair as I sucked his cock like it contained the essence of life and I needed it to survive. “Goddamn,” he’d groaned. “You’re destroying me.”
I made a muffled sound of inquiry, looking up his body, enjoying the quiver of his abs, the rise and fall of his rapid breaths. The hard, pointed nipples that needed my attention. I’d reached up to pinch one.
“Too good,” he murmured, eyes falling shut and head tipping back, exposing his strong throat. “Fuck me, Angel. You’retoogood.”
That didn’t sound like a bad thing, so I kept sucking—until he spilled down my throat. Then he pulled me up his body, until I straddled his shoulders, and returned my pleasure tenfold.
I was still glowing from a contentment I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt before. It should have scared me, but I was too intoxicated to care. I worked so hard all the time to do the right thing. To follow the rules, to excel at my job, to achieve enough that it would be worth all the trouble I’d caused Flynn.
But for once, I just wanted tofeel. To enjoy myself without overthinking everything. Maybe I’d regret it later. I probably would. But right now, I didn’t want to let anything ruin my afterglow.
The rest of the day was quiet. I got a lot of work done. Notenough to make up for the hours I’d spent in surgery, but I’d pulled plenty of extra hours in my first two weeks.
I headed home at six. When I got there, Knight and the Redemption Road guys were on the porch, kicking back with beers.
This time, a Hummer wasn’t blocking the drive, so I parked and got out.
An older man with white hair and the kind of hardened features that said he’d seen someshitstarted down the porch steps.
“Don’t leave on my account,” I called, and he paused, seeming uncertain as he glanced back at the other guys. “In fact, save me one of those beers.”
“You heard him, Ghost. Get your ass back up here,” another guy called.
With a shrug, Ghost turned and retreated to the porch. I followed him up the steps.
Knight grinned. “I’ve got something better than beer for you.”
I widened my eyes, thinking he was making a sex joke. He laughed. “No, notthat.”
A very handsome man chuckled. “Well, nice to meet you. Knight’s told us all about you.”
“He has?”
“No,” he said with a grin. “He’s said very little, but we could tell he liked you by the way he kicked us out of here the second you arrived last week.”
“Oh, geez. Sorry about that. I don’t bite. Promise.”
“Good to know.” He held out a hand. “I’m Hendrix Wood. These guys call me Hollywood.”
I shook. “Nice to meet you.”
He gestured to the quiet man who’d returned to the porch. “This is Ghost.”
“Elias,” he said gruffly without offering a hand.
“I’m Aiden.”
“Flynn’s brother,” Knight said as he came out the door with a glass in his hand. “Who prefers margaritas.”
