Wanting to Forget (Jordie's Tale) (Assassins Series Book 7)

by Toni Aleo

  “I’m Dr. Gallagher, your doctor for the night.”

  “The whole night?”

  Her eyes snapped to his and then back down, sucking in a deep breath as she said, “For as long as it takes.”

  “It could take a long time.”

  “More than likely since you’re hell-bent on inflicting pain on yourself.”

  “What do you know about the pain I inflict?” he challenged, and she glared down at him.

  “You’re a hockey player. You run into people and boards for fun.”

  Oh, she was sassy. Mm, he wanted to put his cock in that sassy mouth. Smiling, he said, “You’re right, but I like pain off the ice too.”

  Giving him a deadpan look, she said in a very condescending way, “Well, I hope I don’t cause you any pain.”

  “So you’re here to make me feel good?” he somehow managed to ask, despite her glare. She stunned him. Something that hadn’t happened since Kacey waltzed into his life. But with Kacey though, he didn’t want to just fuck her. Dr. Gallagher though, he wanted to fuck, and the sooner, the better.

  Setting him with a look that threw daggers and stabbed him in the eye, she shook her head. “I’m here to treat you, if that’s the question.”

  “Of course,” he said with a wink.

  She didn’t seem amused as she looked down at his file. “Mr. Thomas, from what I’ve gathered, you shattered you knee during a hockey game and now have come to New Orleans to party because that’s what people like you do.”

  He scoffed, and she didn’t like that. She was trying to act like she didn’t like him, and he found that very funny. Clearing her throat, she glared as she finished, “Not only busted your face, but then you may have reinjured your knee through the brace you wear?”

  He nodded. “That’s right. People like me are hard to contain.”

  Rolling her eyes, she ignored him before informing him, “I’ve contacted the hospitals and gotten the files I needed. After looking over everything, I’ve ordered a scan of your leg to see if we need to take the brace off and treat it. I have an orthopedic doctor on call.”

  He wanted to listen and be concerned, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her tits. They were so fucking full and round. Holy shit. The button at the top that held her shirt shut was crying, trying to hold on, but all it would take was a little flick and out would spill her breasts. Oh, how he wanted to reach up and do that.

  “Up here, Mr. Thomas,” she said, tapping her glasses.

  He glanced up, meeting her sexy gaze, and with a grin and not the least bit embarrassed, he said, “Sorry, but you are a gorgeous woman, Dr. Gallagher.”

  “I would appreciate it if you didn’t come on to me,” she snapped in a snooty way, but he ignored it. She liked it. A lot.

  “I don’t think I can help myself,” he admitted, and she rolled her eyes.

  “Whatever,” she muttered before shaking her head. “Brandy is going to get you to Radiology, get that X-ray taken care of, and then we will go from there.”

  She put his file at the front of the bed and reached for a pair of gloves before coming to the bed. “First though, I’m gonna inspect the apparatus and make sure it isn’t cracked.”

  “So we are gonna play doctor?” he teased, wanting nothing more than to see her grin at him. He bet she had nice teeth, teeth she could use to bite him. “You can feel around, and I’ll tell you what feels good and what doesn’t. Hint, between my legs is a good spot.”

  Looking up at him, her eyes slitted more, but he didn’t miss the blush that crept up her neck. “I’m going to ignore that last statement, and if you can’t keep your thoughts to yourself, I’ll gladly find someone who can take over. I’m trying to do my job. Some of us have to work around here.”

  He laughed. “I work too, honey.”

  “It’s Dr. Gallagher, and I’m sorry, but I doubt skating around the ice, playing with a stick, is work.”

  “Oh baby, I would love to show you what I can do with my stick.”

  Pushing away the blankets with more force than needed, she sighed, and it only turned him on more. She was trying to fight the fact that she was attracted to him, but he saw it the moment she walked in. She wanted him like he wanted her; she just didn’t like that. She had to be a control freak, and he wasn’t one to be controlled. She needed to be fucked, and he was the one to do that.

  He watched as she inspected his leg, but then he was distracted by the curve of her ass. There was no way she was wearing underwear. Not with how tight that skirt was. When her hand started to probe his thigh, he bit his lip as his cock started to grow. Man, it usually took more than some girl touching his thigh to turn him on, but just looking at this woman was doing it for him.

  “Are you in pain?”

  He nodded. “I was, but then you started touching me.”

  Looking over at him, she glared even more, but as much as she wanted to be annoyed with him, she wasn’t. She wanted him. He could see it in the depths of those naughty brown eyes. Squeezing his thigh, she asked, “Does that hurt?”

  Breathless, his eyes dropped to her breasts where he could see the swells encased in a black bra. Looking back up at her, his cheeks darkened as he shook his head. “No, but maybe you should go up a little higher.”

  Parting her lips, she sucked in a deep breath as her head came closer to his leg. He knew she was trying to look at the injury, but then his cock started to rise. He wanted to be embarrassed, but he just couldn’t bring himself to feel that.

  No, he was only more fucking turned on.

  Gasping, she looked up at him, shocked, but he could only grin. “Sorry?”

  “That is very inappropriate,” she said, backing away before ripping the gloves off her hands.

  “My stick has a mind of its own,” he said with a wink, licking his lips. When she turned, her eyes went to his cock, lingering for a moment before glancing back at him. Fuck, her eyes burned with desire, and man, he wanted her.

  Clearing her throat again, the flush crept up her neck as she said, “Brandy will be in to take you to get X-rays soon.”

  She went to leave, but he stopped her. “Is there a place I can take a shower?”

  “You need one,” he heard her mutter, but instead of commenting on her comment, he grinned.

  Setting her with a look, he said, “I need one to cool me down, unless of course, you want to join me. I’m sure we can get that water boiling.”

  “You’re a pig,” she said, but then she shook her head quickly, almost as if she were scolding herself. “Excuse me, that was rude.”

  “Mmm, please, don’t hold back,” he said, his eyes darkening as his body went tight. “Act on what you’re feeling, baby.”

  Her lip curled up as she glared before she turned on those naughty strappy heels. Instead of stomping out, annoyed, like a woman who didn’t want him would do, she sauntered out, her ass moving in a way that should be illegal. When the curtain fell shut behind her, he laughed.

  Oh yeah, she wanted him, and he had one mission.

  To fuck Dr. Gallagher before he went home.

  Busted leg and all.

  Jordie wanted to say that after all the X-rays and probing from the orthopedic doctor that he had forgotten all about Dr. Gallagher, but he would be lying through his teeth. His need for her was almost scary. He was stuck on a feeling for that woman, and he needed to act on it or he would regret it. For some reason, he knew she was the key to making him completely forget Kacey, and he needed that.

  Because Kacey’s texts hadn’t stopped.

  Kacey: Are you okay?

  Kacey: Hey, asshole, can you answer me?

  Kacey: Wow, you’re a dick.

  Kacey: Okay ignore that, maybe not because Karson said he hasn’t talked to you either. I’m worried. Please let me know what’s going on.

  Kacey: And I’m still waiting.

  Kacey: Please, Jordie. Talk to me.

  He had completely ignored them, his thoughts, his senses all about Dr. Gall
agher. He wanted to know her naked, and everything else came second to that. He would deal with Kacey and his leg later; all he cared about was the curtain opening and Dr. Gallagher coming through. He hadn’t even listened to the orthopedic doctor, only catching that his leg was okay, everything was the same, which was great. But he was too concerned with sliding his hands up that tight-ass skirt to find out if Dr. Gallagher was wearing underwear or not.

  He still didn’t think she was.

  When Brandy came through the curtains, she looked dead on her feet and he felt a little bad for her, but his disappointment was greater than that. He wanted his doctor.

  “So we are waiting for Dr. Gallagher to release you. We had an emergency, and she is tied up with that right now, but she’ll get you taken care of before she gets off, I’m sure. Me though, I’m off,” she said with a grin as she pushed a button, the cuff on his arm tightening. “Gonna check this one last time, and then I’m sure you’ll be out of here soon too.”

  “Awesome, but the doctor will be in before I leave?” he asked, trying not to sound too eager.

  She shook her head. “Probably not. We just need her signature. The orthopedic doctor released you, but she is your doctor, so we have to wait. Since we aren’t sure when that will be, we are changing shifts and Madeline will take over for me.”

  Fuck. How was he supposed to find her? “Can I request to talk to her before I leave?”

  A brow rose, and he didn’t miss her knowing look. “I’ll pass the message on.”

  Jordie grinned at her, squeezing her hand. “You’re the best.”

  She waved him off as she giggled sweetly. “Oh, hush. Now before I leave, anything I can do?”

  “Can I take a shower somewhere? I feel disgusting, and since I may be here a bit longer, I need a shower. Like bad.”

  He could still taste those two girls, and since he planned on going home with Dr. Gallagher, he didn’t want to smell or taste like pussy. Unless it was hers, that is.

  Brandy thought for a moment, and he looked deep into her eyes, pleading with his eyes. “I’m one of those people who get anxiety about being dirty. Please, I don’t want to have an anxiety attack.”

  It was all bullshit, but he needed a shower.

  Biting her lip, she said, “I mean, we aren’t really allowed to do that.”

  He smiled, continuing to plead at her with his eyes. “Yeah, but I’m not just some regular guy. I’m famous, remember? I signed that puck for your husband.”

  She laughed. “Yeah, okay, I guess. But if I get in trouble, I’ll blame you,” she warned, and he laughed.

  “I’ll get you a new job in Nashville,” he said with a wink as he pushed the blanket off. “Thank you. I feel all nasty.”

  She giggled as they headed down a hall. “Well, when you get drunk and start fooling around with two girls in a grotto, I wouldn’t expect you to feel clean.”

  He looked at her. “How much do you know?”

  “Oh, the rumor mill is hardcore here. The paramedics tell us everything,” she said with a wink, and he laughed.

  “Well, yeah, not my best decision,” he said as she pushed the door open.

  “Not at all, but everything is in here. Here is your bag of clothes, and just go back to your bed when you’re done. Don’t be long since I don’t want Dr. Gallagher to find out. She’ll have my butt,” she muttered with a shake of her head. “I’ll let Madeline know you’re in here. Hurry, please.”

  “Ten minutes, tops,” he promised, leaning forward to kiss her cheek softly. Somewhere over the course of the night, he had buddied up with Brandy. She was a sweet girl, and he’d enjoyed his time with her. “Let me know if you ever come to Nashville. I’ll show you and Ron a good night. Make sure you bring Tyler with you,” he said, speaking of her husband and son.

  “Will do. Take care of yourself, Jordie,” she said before squeezing his arm and walking away with only a wave. He’d miss her; she was funny and he hoped that she would take him up on his offer, but he had bigger things to do. Wash the old pussy off him so he could get new pussy.

  Excited, Jordie limped into the room on a mission, despite his leg aching. They had given him some meds, but they weren’t working much for his leg. His face felt fine, and when he glanced in the mirror and saw the bruising around his nose, he decided it gave him a bit of a bad-boy look. Not that he needed any help with that. The beard did that, drove the girls wild…drove Kacey wild, but he couldn’t think of her right now.

  No.

  His leg still had that dull ache, but he was sure that wouldn’t go away until he was healed. Hopefully, being buried deep into Dr. Gallagher would distract him from it all though. He needed something to help, or this trip would have been a fucking waste.

  Throwing off his gown, he turned the hot water on and went underneath it, wetting his whole body before washing up quickly like Brandy had wanted him to. She had been nice enough to help him out, and he wasn’t going to disappoint her. She seemed a little scared of Dr. Gallagher, and for some odd reason, that turned him on. He liked an intimidating woman. One who kept you on your toes and someone who gave as hard as she took. Kacey was a perfect example of that, and he was thinking Dr. Gallagher could be too. Someone he could fuck his feelings out on.

  When he was clean, he turned off the water and was about to reach for the towel when the door flew open.

  “Whoa,” he called out, covering his cock, but when his eyes met hers, a grin crept across his face. She had no shirt on, a black lace bra covering her amazing tits, while her skirt came up past her belly button. Her arms were covered in blood and he figured she had come to clean up.

  “What the hell are you doing in here?” Dr. Gallagher asked, glaring as she went to the sink, washing her hands and arms. “You aren’t supposed to be in here. Can you get dressed, please?”

  He watched her for a moment, the towel that was around his waist hanging low. When she looked up at him in the mirror, he smiled before dropping the towel. “Do you really want me to?”

  His heart skipped a beat as the room went up a degree in heat. This girl should come with a warning label. Her body was lethal, and he wanted to peel every single inch of fabric off her and bury himself within her. She had muscles in her back, probably from these long nights of saving people. Her ass was killer, not Kacey status, but it could do the job for what he wanted. All she had to do was turn around and tell him yes. Hell, she didn’t even have to do that—just give him some kind of sign that it was going down and he was hers.

  Holding his gaze in her naughty one, she shut off the water, reaching for a towel and drying her hands as she turned slowly. Running her tongue along her lips, she took a step toward him and threw the towel to the side. Her eyes were burning with desire, her body taut but still as she said, “I told you to get dressed, Mr. Thomas.”

  His mouth curved as he took a step toward her, closing the distance between them. Her body was radiating heat and he wanted to touch her, but he wasn’t going to catch a sexual harassment charge. No, he’d wait for her to make the first move; all she needed was a little coaxing.

  “Or, you can get naked.”

  “Not gonna happen,” she said, her eyes dropping to his lips before going even farther down his body. He wondered if she liked his body. He was ripped, packed with muscles and hair. She looked too clean-cut to like his lumberjack style, but something in her eyes said she liked it a lot. As he bit his lip, his cock sprung to life, standing at attention, reaching for her under her intense gaze. The air around them crackled with desire, the hairs on the back of his neck standing at attention as he waited for her next move.

  Gasping, she licked her lips before glancing back up at him. Mm. She wanted it, but she was fighting her need tooth and nail. He didn’t know why she was holding back, but she needed to stop fighting. This was going to happen. He could see it in her eyes.

  “Take it,” he whispered. “I want you.”

  “No,” she snapped, her shoulders going back as her littl
e chin went up in the air. “I would never lower myself to fuck some hockey player in the bathroom of the hospital.”

  He scoffed, his ego not even slightly dented. “Trying to insult me to push me away is cute. I do it a lot but just stopped. Besides, I said nothing about fucking in this bathroom.”

  Her eyes slitted as she held his gaze. “Then please, Mr. Thomas, enlighten me as to what you were implying.”

  “I wanted you to drop to those knees of yours and suck me, baby,” he said, going with the truth. He didn’t have time to fuck her; it would take too long.

  She laughed, but her eyes twinkled with want. He was good at reading people, women especially, and she was giving off all the signs that she wanted him. Deep down her throat. And like he knew she would, she tried to deflect him, saying, “Wow, your ego must be big if you think I’m gonna suck you off.”

  “Oh, you want to. I can see it in your eyes. Just act on your desires, baby,” he cooed as he held her gaze.

  Dropping her head to the side, she took a step forward, and without any warning, took him in her hand. Her cold hands shocked him, making him jump, but soon he was arching into her hand, wanting the release she could give him.

  Leaning in, her lips by his ear, she asked, “So you want this?”

  “Yeah, and so do you. Drop to those knees, baby,” he urged, arching into her hand, his cock throbbing.

  “But what do I get?”

  Closing his eyes when she started to move her hand up and down his cock, he groaned out before meeting her gaze. “Me between those legs as soon as we leave this place.”

  Stopping, she pulled back, looking at him as he grinned, but her eyes challenged his. “Who said anything about my going anywhere with you?”

  Reaching out, he threaded his hand through the back of her hair and squeezed before bringing her close to him. She gasped, her lips parting as he leaned toward her lips, only a breath away. Searching her eyes, he knew she wanted him to kiss her, but he didn’t want to kiss her lips yet. He wanted them wrapped around his cock. Tightly and now.