“Crap that’s right, I remember Ramona saying you play Santa for the children’s hospital.” I lean into him resting my head on his shoulder.
“Yeah, I’m sorry. The kids look forward to it every year,” he says, kissing the side of my head.
“It’s okay, you can make it up to me,” I say, running my hand up his thigh pressing against him.
He groans and just as I pull my hand away, he grabs it putting it back. Signaling for me to keep going, my body heats up. I never thought about doing anything like this before and it’s exciting.
“How much longer until we are back at my apartment?” I ask my breathing has picked up. I’m turned on from just touching him.
“Normally I would say twenty minutes, but I can make it there in ten to fifteen if I speed it up.”
I decided to keep this up to see how tight I can wind him. I lean up to his ear and graze his lobe with my teeth. “Let’s see you do it in fifteen,” I say, reaching down I give him a tight squeeze.
His panting makes my belly do a flip, my core is on fire, so I decide to play even more. I sit back in my seat reaching down I slide my hand up over my own leg and across my sex.
He growls and speeds even faster. I decide to do it again my fingers touch over my clit and I moan, not realizing the car has stopped. Before I realize what is happening his mouth is on mine and his hand is down my pants.
“Baby, let’s get into the apartment before I fuck you in the parking garage,” his voice is hoarse, and I can tell he is about to snap which makes me even more turned on.
It’s a race to the elevator. Once inside he pins me against the back wall encasing my nipple in his mouth over my shirt and sucks hard causing me to cry out. Gripping his hair holding him in place as his tongue laves my nipple turning it taut.
The ping of the elevator has him pulling away. I am not even through my apartment door before he has me devoid of my bottoms and splayed on the couch. My level of arousal has reached its highest point. He leans down and sucks my clit into his mouth causing me to combust in a litany of praise. I buck against him and once I come down my body is overly sensitive.
“Baby, I need to feel you,” I whimper.
He rises up on to his knees, naked and gloriously large. “I aim to please,” he says, sliding into me.
My tissues are swollen, increasing the pressure and it feels amazing. I couldn’t help but cry out begging for more. “Harder,” I pant. He increases his speed, tilting my hips and plunging inside at this new angle. Hitting that spot inside causing my vision to whiteout while screaming his name.
“One more baby, just give me one more,” he pants as he shifts back turning me over. My nipples brushing the fabric of my couch, mixed with him slamming into me from behind I can’t handle it. I bite a pillow muffling my screams as I come again just as I feel him explode inside me filling me. Wringing me out completely, we both collapse, panting and covered in sweat.
Making my way around the shops, I hum to the Christmas music playing from the corner bakery.
“Ms. Jones, you look amazing, so happy,” Carlos says, handing me a fresh baked cranberry orange muffin from his display case.
“Aww, thank you, Carlos, I am happy,” I say and for the first time I realize that I’m not dreading Christmas. My plan is to spend it with Torren after all by this time next year it will not be just us.
Heading back to my apartment I notice I have a missed text from Torren.
BABE: I’m sorry I can’t be with you at your Christmas party. I bet you look gorgeous.
Me: Aww thanks, babe. It’s okay.
BABE: How did the doctors go, everything looks okay?
Me: Everything looks great. Doctor wants to do a sono in a few weeks.
BABE: Awesome let me know when, I will come with you.
Me: Okay, love.
Staring at the picture in my hand, I try to imagine how my parents felt when they found out they were pregnant with me.
My phone rings bringing me back to the present.
“Are you almost ready?” Claire says the minute I answer the phone.
“What no hello?” I say sarcastically.
“Just making sure you are not bailing on me,” her tone says she fully intended on me bailing.
“Getting dressed, I will meet you at the hotel,” I promise.
“Good, I have a car coming to pick you up in twenty,” she says before hanging up.
“Great,” I say more annoyed about the fact that I still have to go to this damn thing alone.
A knock on the door has me looking at my watch, exactly twenty minutes on the dot. I grab my silk shawl and head out the door. Let’s get this over with, I think to myself.
Placing my hand gently on my still flat, for now, belly. Anticipation blooms inside, I can’t wait to tell Torren what the doctor said today. Unfortunately, he was not able to come to this appointment, I honestly thought this was just a checkup. I grip the photo in my free hand as I make my way to the Christmas party.
I walk into the hotel and I’m amazed at just how beautiful it looks in here.
“Claire, you did such a wonderful job, it looks amazing,” I say when she walks up to me.
Eyeing me skeptically, “What have you done with my friend and when is she coming back,” she says, hugging me.
“No! Really it looks great in here,” I reassure her.
“Just wait, I hired a Santa to even help pass out the gifts this year!” she exclaims.
“Oh Lordy, where did you find a dirty old man that is willing to play Santa to a bunch of adults.” I laugh.
“HO HO HO, love,” Santa whispers seductively in my ear. I turn and stare into all too familiar eyes.
“What are you doing here?” I throw my arms around his neck, taking in his familiar scent committing it to memory.
“I told you I had to play Santa,” he says winking. “You just assumed it was for the children’s hospital.” He runs his knuckles down my cheek.
“How are you feeling today?” he murmurs in my ear sending a shiver down my spine.
“Good,” I say shyly, I don’t want to tell him here.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, and I still don’t know how he reads me so well.
“Nothing, we can talk about it later,” I say, trying to reassure him nothing is wrong, everything is perfect.
“Talk to me, baby. There is nothing you can do that will make me freak out and run. I told you I am in this for the long run, you won’t be able to get rid of me that easy,” he says softly caressing my face.
I take his challenge leaning up on my tip toes I pull him close, my lips right up against his ear. “Twins,” I whisper, pulling away grazing his ear with my teeth as I come off my toes.
He looks at me in disbelief, he arches an eyebrow and I shake my head pulling out the photo the doctor took of them today. Two small white blobs, just the thought that they would grow to be babies boggles my mind.
He takes the sonogram from me, running his fingers across the two small blobs, looks up at me and then his eyes roll up and my big bad ass biker faints to the ground.
To be continued in Reviving Ranger
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This book is intended for mature audiences only. If darker books are not for you, please do not move forward. After re-adjusting my trigger warning system, I will not be giving any spoilers. Please understand that this is not your run of the mill romance and tough subjects will be spoken about in this storyline. This story could include things like: rape, kidnapping, abuse, domestic violence, drugs, alcohol abuse, and many other potential triggers.
Prologue
I think it’s brave that you get up in the morning even if your soul is weary and your bones ache for rest.
~ Lana Rafaela
Sunny
Finally, six hours into my shift on this early December day and I can sit my ass down on the chair. It’s been a rough day, and one I wouldn’t want to ever repeat. We lost two kids today on the pediatrics floor and to say it isn’t wearing on my soul is a complete lie. I chose to work with kids because they’re the angels of this world, and god, they’re so resilient. I remember I was the only one who graduated from my nursing class that chose pediatrics. Most of the men and women I went to school with chose to stay in family medicine, emergency medicine, obstetrics, or plastics. But me, I had to be different. I chose pediatric oncology. It’s something I’ve been passionate about for years and I knew in my heart it was the right place for me. Immediately after I obtained my degree I went in for my certifications because I wanted to land my dream job on the first attempt. Thankfully, I did.
Now it’s been five months since I’ve been employed by the hospital and I work on the fifth floor. Our entire floor is dedicated to oncology patients under the age of eighteen. I’ve seen it all, the good, the bad, and the ugly . . . yet still I come to work every day and expect it to be better than the last. While some days this is obtainable, on others it isn’t. Some days I go home to my apartment and question everything. I punch my fists into my bed and ask the higher powers why they call these tiny angels home to them, and as always, I get no answer. On nights like those I end up crying myself to sleep, hoping for change. No, that’s not right. I pray for it.
My phone buzzing on the desk in front of me pulls me from my inner thoughts. The screen reads ‘Octavia’, my daughter, so I immediately answer it. “Hi, sweetie.”
“Hey, Mom. You doing okay? You sound exhausted.” Octavia has always been so perceptive. Sometimes too much if you ask me. Even when she was a little girl and her father was running me through the wringer, she could see I was emotionally drained. I’d never lie to her, but I didn’t tell her what she didn’t need to know. I was never going to pit her against her father, even if he was being a dog. It’s crazy to me that twenty-five years have gone by and he’s finally begun to transform himself into the man I always wanted.
“I’m fine, baby. Just life, you know? Days can be really hard here. How’s my darling little Neo?” Neo, my grandson, who’s the pride and joy of my life. Octavia and Neo live with her husband, Zane, up in Billings, Montana. She’s lived there with Zane for a while now and Neo is about one-and-a-half. He’s just like his father, running into everything. Honestly, he never started walking. The boy ran first.
“He’s great, as always. Zane has him in the office right now while he gets some paperwork done.” I can practically hear her smile through the phone.
God, I’m so happy for her. She’s created quite the life for herself, even after all the tragedies she’s experienced.
“I really hope I can get a few days off soon and come see you guys. I miss my little man so much.”
“Speaking of that, I was calling to see if you were coming for Christmas. I know you said you were going to ask your boss a couple weeks back, but I hadn’t heard anything since . . .” There’s a reason behind that, my boss said no, gave me some big speech about how the nurses with seniority have the right to request off around the holidays and not the newbies.
Running a hand over my forehead I try to figure out a way to break this to her. Even though she’s in her twenties and she’s technically an adult, I still don’t like to disappoint her.
“I’m so sorry, baby, but I can’t get off work. He said I might be able to come up around Valentine’s Day . . . but Christmas and New Year’s Day are a no-go.” Guilt spreads through me like wildfire as I await her response, praying she’ll understand.
“Dammit, I thought so. I just wish you were going to be here. Neo is so much more active and this year things will be so different.”
“I know, baby, I’m praying next year I can be there, but I’m going to do everything I can to be there around Valentine’s Day.”
A good five seconds of silence passes us by before she clears her throat. Instantly, I can tell she’s disappointed. “It’s okay, Mom. Like, seriously. It sucks but I’ll be okay. You’re gonna be with kids who need you on Christmas anyways.” That’s my girl, looking at it in a positive light.
I nod even though she can’t see me. “Yeah, I have no idea how many parents will actually be here. Most of them work two to three jobs just to afford the treatments their kids need. It’s horrible, how they work themselves into the gr
ound.”
“They’ll do anything to save their babies, Mom. You and I would do the same and you know it.”
“Darn straight,” I comment. Normally I curse like a damn sailor, but at work I’m not allowed to say any bad words . . . so, I watch my mouth quite a bit here.
“Okay, well I’ll let you go. You’re probably at work anyway.”
“Yep, you know it. Thanks for calling, baby. I missed your voice.”
“Of course. Let me know when your next day off is and I’ll video chat you with Neo. He misses his Mimi so much.” Mimi sounds much better than granny or nana. I’m only forty-seven, so I wanted to have a name that would somewhat preserve my youth.
“Sounds great. I love you, sweetie. Give Zane and Neo my love.”
“Love you too, Mom. I will.” The phone clicks as the call ends and my charge nurse, Marjorie, comes strutting up with a stressed-out expression crossing her face. Her brows are drawn together and she appears to be stuck deep in thought. I place my phone back down on the desk.
“You okay?” I ask her. She immediately comes over to the station and leans her elbows on the other side.
“I wish. Our Santa just dropped. What the hockey sticks are we supposed to do now.” I have to stop myself from laughing at her insertion of hockey sticks instead of saying hell, but I know her struggle. We can’t curse here, even when we want to. “I mean, we have enough to worry about, and now I have to go chase down another Santa who will donate his time to be here? God, it’s horrible.”
I place my hand over hers and give her a reassuring squeeze. “You leave the Santa business to me. I think I can figure something out.”
“Are you serious? Like, are you serious, serious?”
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