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CHAPTER
FOUR

 

The pimple-faced doctor-in-training smiled at Jim, who was propped in the emergency room cot in one of those ridiculously embarrassing gowns that let his ass hang out. A tiny nurse fussed around him, disconnecting the IVs of fluids and pain meds while he listened, without much interest, to his prognosis.

 

“Nothing seems to be broken, and all the scrapes and cuts are superficial. You won’t need any stitches. You do, however, present signs of a pretty serious concussion, probably from the impact. You need to stay awake for at least a couple of hours to make sure you don’t develop any worse symptoms, such as dizziness or inability to walk.”

 

The kid sounded like he read straight out of a fucking textbook, and considering his age, Jim wouldn’t doubt it was the case. How much could he really know about medicine? Jim had socks older than this kid. “Great, that’s great. Now can I get out of here?” He was already swinging his legs over the side of the bed and reaching for the bag with his clothes.

 

“As soon as you sign your discharge papers and have the prescriptions for the pain and nausea medications, you can be on your way. Do you have someone to pick you up?”

 

Smiling and motioning vaguely to the door of the room, Jim indicated Boxer and Willie, who’d apparently just arrived with the SUV. “I’m good, thanks.” He looked down at the jeans in his hands and growled.

 

“Aw, Christ.” The entire right leg was torn to shreds and covered in blood. Even if they’d been in one piece, he couldn’t have slid them over the bandages. “Hey, Boxer, you got any extra pants in the truck?”

 

Boxer, who was four inches taller and at least six inches wider than Jim, laughed. “You think I’m loaning you my shit when you interrupted my party?” Jim gave him a cross look, and he held his hands up in mock surrender. “Hey, Willie, there’s a tote bag in the back with some sweats in it. Can you bring them in? I can’t have this guy walking down the hall beside me with his ass hanging out.”

 

Jim shook his head but couldn’t hold back a smile. By the time Willie ambled back in, sweatpants in hand, Jim had signed the papers and grabbed the scripts, shoving them in the heavy leather boots he had no intention of wearing out of here. He pulled on the stained sweats, which practically swallowed him whole, and tossed his boots and ruined clothes into the bag the hospital staff had given him.

 

He winced as he stepped on the injured leg. He’d be sore as hell in the morning. “Let’s blow this joint,” he told the guys, and they nodded.

 

But before anyone moved, there was a knock at the door, and the pretty little blonde devil from the ambulance poked her head around the privacy curtain. Jim hadn’t expected to see her again, and now that he could really look at her, his cock twitched. She was quite the sight, all her curves ready to bust out of that uniform. He gave her a cocky smile. “Miss me?”

 

She looked irritated. “I just thought I’d come by and make sure you got all patched up and on your way.”

 

“I’m good to go,” he answered with the same short, clipped tone she’d used with him earlier.

 

Rolling her eyes, she told him, “Good. Take care.” She pivoted on her heel, exiting the room with her nose in the air, as if she was too good for the errand and had been forced at gunpoint to check on him. But Jim knew better. She was one of those people who couldn’t stand to think that something had gone askew on her watch, even if she despised him with every bone in her body.

 

“Are we bouncing?” Boxer asked, his eyebrow raised in expectation. “Because if we’re not, I’m chasing that little vixen down the hall and all the way into the foxhole, if I have to.”

 

Something about the words pissed Jim off. “Get the truck,” he growled. “I’ll meet you in the parking lot.” Boxer and Willie both knew better than to fuck with him when he used that tone, and they didn’t waste time standing around. That suited Jim just fine; he limped off down the hall in the opposite direction, toward the blonde ponytail swinging above a perfectly round ass.

 

CHAPTER
FIVE

 

What the hell was I thinking?
Susan chided herself as she strode down the hall toward the bus barn where they’d parked after their last call. Some five-year-old left alone had swallowed bleach and was in critical condition upstairs, his mother allowed nowhere near him. Eric was still talking to Social Services, and she’d gone and made the incredible error of checking in on Jim Wade.

 

He’d already done his best to offend her with his crude remarks in the ambulance. In fact, he’d proven that everything Susan hated about bikers was valid, with one exception – she’d snuck a peek at his chart, and his tox screen was clean.
Hallelujah
, she thought bitterly,
the guy has one redeeming quality.
It did nothing to make her feel better about him.

 

“Susan!” Someone was yelling her name. When she turned and saw that bastard limping down the hall as quickly as his bloody leg would carry him, a chill went down her spine. What did he want now? How many more lewd remarks could one man make in an evening? She was tempted to turn around and leave.

 

But something glued her in place—
perhaps that same morbid curiosity
, she thought with chagrin. As he approached, she asked, “How can I help you now, Mr. Wade?”

 

A bit breathless, he came to a halt, and this time, his smile wasn’t so damned cocky. “Look, I wanted to apologize for being a little crass tonight. I’m not a bad guy. It’s just… a rough night for me.”

 

She nodded toward his leg. “Obviously.”

 

He shook his head. “No, that’s the thing. This—” he gestured to the injury, “happened because I was already having a rough night.” He turned away from her, staring at nothing in particular, and Susan scowled as she noticed a muscle twitching in his cheek. “Tonight’s the anniversary of my wife’s death, and my head was somewhere else, not on driving.”

 

All the wind rushed out of her as if someone had socked her in the gut. She’d known it had been about that long, but she would never have guessed the woman’s overdose had happened a year ago to the day. She felt like a heel for giving him such a hard time. Even if she knew nothing else about Jim Wade, she knew that woman had meant everything to him.

 

“I’m very sorry, Mr. Wade,” she said softly.

 

“Dammit—please stop calling me that. Jim. My name is Jim.” He ran a hand through his dark brown locks in frustration, releasing a shower of dirt and grass onto the floor. “I just… I thought I owed you an explanation.”

 

Susan’s shoulders slumped. Maybe it was his looks, or maybe he had a certain charming appeal. Whatever it was, she couldn’t hate him, regardless of the fact that he consorted with the scum of the earth. He’d thought enough of her to offer her what seemed like a sincere apology and tell her the truth. He didn’t have to do that; he didn’t owe her anything. It wasn’t like she’d saved his life or anything. And yet…

 

“Thank you, Jim,” she told him, wanting to smile but not quite sure it was appropriate. She wasn’t awkward with people very often, but she didn’t really know how to address him. She shifted her weight back and forth from one foot to the other, feeling like some preteen admiring the bad boy from across the schoolyard—only Jim Wade stood just a few inches from her.

 

Jim laughed, a nervous sound, and it was truly endearing as he rubbed his head again. “So, are you on your way out? I mean, if you’re busy, I can just…” He waved in the other direction, and Susan assumed he was offering to leave her alone.

 

“No, actually, my partner’s busy right now, and we’re not on call until he’s done with this other business. I’ll probably be here for another hour or so.” The boy had cozied up to Eric and told him a lot of things Susan hadn’t heard that she was sure the police and the social worker would want to know. She’d seen this before, and these interviews could take a while.

 

“Do you smoke?” he asked.

 

She laughed. “Um, no, I don’t, but I’m guessing you do.”

 

“Yeah, and I haven’t had a cigarette in hours. Where can I go to get some fucking nicotine into my system without bringing the wrath of God down on me?”

 

Losing the resolve she’d had to stay away from him, Susan pointed toward the door she had been getting ready to exit. “I’m heading out to the bus barn.” His confused look amused her. “It’s where we park the ambulances after we drop off the patients when we know we won’t have time to get back to the firehouse before the next call. Anyway, once you’re in that parking lot, you can light up all you want. Just watch out for open buses. They have oxygen tanks inside.”

 

He looked so relieved, Susan thought he might collapse. She watched him closely as he limped out the door with her, gazing around him as they made their way toward the row of ambulances. They crossed a red painted line, and Susan gave him the thumbs-up. His cigarette and lighter were already in hand, and he didn’t waste time lighting up.

 

He took a deep drag and sighed with pleasure. “God, that was a long time coming.”

 

Susan couldn’t help but giggle. “As a medical professional, I should tell you—”

 

“I don’t want to hear shit about how badly I’m fucking up my lungs. We all have to die somehow, sometime, right?” He took another drag. “Tonight wasn’t my night, and I’m going to enjoy my smokes in celebration.” His determination would have been admirable under any other circumstances.

 

“Suit yourself, but lung cancer is a very painful way to go.” She checked her watch, antsy for Eric to get back and tell her how it went. “Where are your friends, by the way? The ones who were in the room with you.”

 

“Waiting for me,” he grunted.

 

“Maybe you should go then,” she suggested.

 

“They’ll wait.” He dropped the cigarette and stepped on it. “Son of a bitch!” he cried, and Susan looked down to see his bare feet. She wanted to laugh, but that sort of burn had to be excruciating on the bottom of a foot.

 

“Come on, I’ll take care of it, dumbass,” she told him, walking toward her own bus and unlocking the back.

 

She motioned for him to climb in, and he cursed as he dragged his leg inside. She turned on the lights and rummaged through the burn kit, taking out the necessary supplies. He sat quietly, but obviously fuming, until she finished her work, his foot resting in her lap. When she looked up at him, she gasped.

 

His eyes were different; the way he looked at her made her go perfectly still, as if the clock had stopped.

CHAPTER
SIX

 

That tender touch sent Jim reeling, and he realized how long it had been since a woman touched him with any sort of gentleness. At first, he held his breath, the emotions roiling in him threatening to spill over, but he couldn’t hold it forever. Instead, he channeled it, his eyes fixated on Susan’s chest, and his cock got hard, throbbing inside those awful sweatpants.

 

He might have maintained control—after all, the damned pants were so big his hard-on wasn’t obvious—if she hadn’t looked up at him with those golden brown eyes so wide and glistening with surprise they looked like maple syrup. He hadn’t been celibate this past year, but it had all just been going through the motions for him. Now, something tore at his chest, something he hadn’t felt in a long time, and he couldn’t just sit there and stare at her without making a move.

 

Quick as lightning, he rolled forward, onto his knees, and took her face in his hands, pressing his lips to her with all the force of his pent-up anger and pain and loneliness. He wanted her, and he didn’t stop to think about rejection until she shoved him away with more strength than he would have expected from such a tiny little thing.

 

He landed on his ass and froze, ready for her tirade, but an instant later, she launched herself at him, knocking him onto his back as she straddled him and leaned in to further the kiss. Jim grabbed her hips, pressing her tighter against his groin, groaning at the sensation of her body rubbing against his cock. She stretched her leg out, and he watched in amusement as she used her sneaker toe to pull the back doors closed just before she reaching down to pull his sweatshirt over his head.

 

Once his arms were free, Jim shoved his pants down and reached for her uniform, but Susan slapped his hands away and stripped herself down. God, her breasts were perfect, balanced and perky, and the line down the center of her flat stomach begged him to lick it. As she gazed down at his erection with hooded eyes and full lips slightly parted, his groin ached.

 

She touched his cock, sliding her hand over him, around the head and down his shaft, and he thrust his hips forward, the sensation overwhelming him. She leaned over, still working him over, and her nipples teased at his chest while her tongue danced in his mouth.

 

He couldn’t take it anymore, and with a growl, he grabbed her waist, fingers digging into her flesh and rolled over. She cried out as her back slammed into an oxygen tank, and he quickly adjusted so she was under him, dipping his head to take one of those taut nipples in his mouth and roll it around as he used his hands to push her knees apart so he could settle between them.

 

Her hips undulated as he searched for her center, coating Jim so he would slide in with no resistance. She cried out again, and he put a hand over her mouth to mute the sound as he drove into her, feeling her inner walls convulsing with orgasm. It nearly had him coming too soon, and he struggled to hold back.

 

Susan’s hands grabbed his hair, and she pulled Jim’s face back to hers, twisting him so she could delve into his mouth. He drank her in, moving faster and faster in and out of her, the tension growing as she came again and again, moaning into his mouth, until, finally, he thrust into her and spilled, feeling like a tidal wave was pouring from him.

 

He collapsed on top of her, sweaty, his head spinning and stomach lurching from the exertion. He lay there for a few moments, feeling Susan’s chest heave against his, smelling her hair. Then he remembered the last time he’d slept with Trina, and smelled the lilies of her perfume in her hair.

 

He started to shrivel, and he pulled out, sitting up and grabbing at his clothes. He dressed as quickly as he could, considering he was dizzy and his leg was absolutely killing him from the weight he’d put on it. Susan sat up more slowly, gazing at him with some sort of confusion as she started to sort out her uniform and dress herself.

 

Feeling like he might pass out or empty the meager contents of his stomach at any moment, Jim couldn’t stay in this enclosed space anymore, here, with her. He shoved the door open and jumped out, instantly regretting it.

 

“Jim?” Her voice was small inside the big tin can of a truck.

 

He didn’t turn to look at her. “I have to go,” he rasped, and he limped away as quickly as he could.

 

***

 

Susan sat there, half-dressed, the top of her uniform unbuttoned, staring after Jim. She could have cried, but it wasn’t in her character, and she screwed up her face, finished getting dressed, and let her anger override any other emotion that could have reared its ugly head. What the fuck had she been thinking? When had she ever jumped at a man just because he gave her a look that could melt the North Pole?

 

And a biker?

 

Jesus, had all her morals disappeared when she’d climbed out of the bus and set foot on the road by the reservation to collect Jim Wade’s filthy ass? She smacked herself in the forehead more than once, repeating one word in her head with each slap.
Stupid!

 

If she needed to get laid so badly, she could have chosen from plenty of men, at work, in school, running around the hospital. But leave it to her to go against everything she stood for and sleep with a man she just met who may not do drugs but probably sold them, or took part in some other illegal activity.

 

He was part of the Steel Talons, and everyone around knew they lorded over people like they were gods. He’d somehow managed to slip through her defenses, and now she felt dirty. She needed a shower or something, some way to clean Jim Wade off her body, but more importantly, out of her mind. He’d used her, used his late wife to coerce her, and in a moment of sheer lust, she’d given in.

 

Lord knew that at least next time she faced something so vile, she wouldn’t stop to see if there was a bright spot of shining armor under the surface caked with dirt and blood.

 

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