Jones, Olivia - Bikers From Hell_ Complete Series

by Olivia Jones

  Tanner was one more arrogant remark from being pricked by a thousand needles. Who did this guy think he was? The anger in my stomach was bubbling in my throat. He had the same disrespect that I hated about Dr. Green. I didn't even pay attention to his last attempt at getting me in bed.

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  I spent the rest of my shift checking in on other patients and doing a good job of keeping my mind off Tanner. He was so frustrating and I'd only known him for a few days. I couldn't wait until I could discharge him.

  I stopped by his room one last time and the door was closed. The nurses only closed the door if they were giving the patient a sponge bath. It couldn't hurt to peek in and get one last look at that sexy chest of his. I knocked on the door before opening it. Nurse Fiona was flustered and dropped the sponge in the bucket. Tanner looked relaxed. Way too relaxed.

  I told Fiona to go give Mr. Jacoby a bath so I could be alone with Tanner. I approached the bed and could see his erection pulsing under the sheets. My skin became red hot and a desire in the pit of my stomach began to grow.

  I ordered Tanner to get some rest and left the room before I saw anything more. It had been so long since I was with a man. Six years to be exact. I closed my eyes and tried to remember Kyle from med school. His face was hard to recall but I could clearly see him sweeping all the books off my desk and bending me over. He rammed into me four times before finishing. It wasn't the best but it was all I had. That was the last time I had sex and my body was beginning to rebel against me.

  I left the room and wasn't looking when I accidentally bumped into Dr. Green. My clipboard went flying through the air and the papers he was holding fluttered to the ground. I bent down and helped him gather up his files.

  “We should do this more often,” he whispered to me.

  I huffed and grabbed my clipboard, leaving him in the dust. So much for going my whole shift without seeing him.

  Chapter Five

  Tanner

  It was hard to sleep at night in a room with so many beeps and whistles. It was even harder when a nurse constantly entered the room to check on me. Now if they woke me up for a sponge bath, then I could hardly complain.

  I dreamed of Grace Holmes giving me a dirty sponge bath, wearing nothing but lace lingerie. Her hands ran the wet sponge all over my body. I revealed my large snake to her and Grace gasped. She wrapped the sponge around my erection and washed me up and down.

  “You've been such a bad boy,” she cooed. Grace slowly took off her sexy underwear and undid her hair from a ponytail. She bit down on the pen she held between her fingers, running her tongue along the tip. I was so close to coming. If she would just take me in her mouth and finish me off.

  Grace turned around and bent over, giving me the view I deserved. She returned to the sponge against my hard cock. The warm water massaged me as she worked my shaft with both hands. Her arms pushed her large breasts together, making a valley of cleavage.

  I was so close. My cock became engorged. I screamed Grace's name as I sprayed all over her chest, plastering her with my milky seed.

  “Rise and shine, Mr. King.” I was pulled from my dream in an instant. I looked over to see Grace by the window. “Do you always scream my name in your dreams?”

  Holy fuck! She was in the room and heard my entire sex dream. But maybe I could use that to my advantage. “It's hard not to moan your name when you're doing the filthiest things to me.”

  Grace fake laughed. “Very funny, Mr. King.” She opened the blinds and flooded the room with light.

  I put my arm over my eyes and hid beneath. “Go away, Mom. I'm too sick to go to school.”

  Grace had so many barriers up. How could I break through? She brought out her clipboard and began flipping through the papers. “I have the results from the tests and it all looks normal.”

  “Does that mean I can go home today?”

  “Not yet. We still need to get you walking around and eating solid foods.”

  I sat up in bed. “Well what are we waiting for, Doc? Let's go take a romantic stroll on the beach.” Grace took my arm and helped me off the bed. My knees were no longer wobbly and my legs felt stronger. I took a couple steps forward and already felt better.

  “Good job. Now let's go out into the hallway.”

  I nodded and walked slowly. Even though my legs felt one-hundred percent, I didn't want Grace to leave my side. I pretended I could barely walk. We reached the hallway and a few of the Black Widow MC were waiting outside.

  “Look! The man can walk,” Big Mike announced, slow clapping.

  I nodded and bowed. “Yes, and for my next trick I'll turn water into beer.”

  Claire approached Grace and walked next to us. “Can Tanner come home tonight, Doc?”

  “Not yet,” Grace replied, focusing on keeping me upright. “He still needs to rest a bit more.”

  Claire walked in front of us and stopped us in our tracks. “Come on, Doc. He seems perfectly fine. Let me take him home and I'll look after him.”

  “I'm sorry but he's staying here,” Grace said with a sense of finality. Claire could steamroll over most women but Grace wasn't like most women. She could hold her own.

  We made a lap around the hospital and returned to my room. Even though I faked needing help for most of the walk, I was completely out of breath when we got back. “Thanks for the exercise, Grace. Maybe when I get out of here, you can train me personally.”

  She tried not to respond but a tiny smile formed at the corner of her mouth. I was getting through that tough exterior of hers. It wouldn't be much longer until her legs were wrapped around my back as I pounded into her. “I don't think that would be appropriate, Mr. King.”

  “Well then if we can't exercise together, how about a drink?”

  Grace looked me directly in the eyes. She was scared of something but I couldn't put my finger on it. “I'm sorry, but I don't date patients.” That was a bullshit excuse if I've ever heard one.

  I grabbed her hand before she could leave. That same electric shock zapped me. The hairs on my arms stood on end. “I won't be your patient for long. Come on...one drink, what's the harm?”

  The doctor hesitated. “I can't.” She left quickly and I was all alone with my thoughts.

  I was in and out of sleep. Nightmares of getting stabbed kept me awake at night. The memory of blood pooling around my body was constantly hounding me. I almost died. But I survived, like I always did. It would take a lot more than a broken bottle to take out Tanner King.

  Chapter Six

  Grace

  What was happening to me? I almost said yes to a date with an criminal. The man came into the ER with stab wounds for god's sakes. He was not the right guy for me. My prince would come one day and sweep me off my feet. Or at least that's what the movies told me. I doubted I would ever meet him. I made my choice a long time ago—I'd rather be a doctor than someone's wife.

  Nurse Fiona found me in George's room while I checked on his hip. “Dr. Holmes, I can't seem to find anymore Codeine.”

  “There's no more in the drug cabinet?

  “I checked. We're all out,” the nurse replied.

  I sighed and shrugged. “I'll go get more then.”

  “Thank you, Doctor.”

  “I'll check in on you again, George,” I said, winking at him.

  He smacked his lips.“I'll be waiting patiently for your return, Angel.”

  I laughed and left the room. I actually liked when old men hit on me. It was just harmless flirting. Not like it was with Tanner. I could see the hunger in his eyes. He wanted me—badly. Did I have that same desire?

  I went down the elevator and to the locked pharmacy. Only doctors had a key ever since a patient stole a ton of painkillers and OD'd in the hospital. The resulting lawsuit made the board change the way drugs were stored and now nurses bugged me every time we ran out of something.

  I pulled out my keychain with a million keys on it. The one for the pharmacy had a little purple sticker on it to
identify it from the others. I opened the locked cage and entered the dark room. My hand felt around for the light switch and flipped it. Rows of shelves were lined up containing every drug known to man. I went to the aisle of painkillers that were locked again in another steel cage. For some reason the bright minds upstairs thought it would be genius to have them behind bars twice with the same key. If somebody could get through the first lock, they could easily get through the second. I opened it and grabbed a few bottles of Codeine.

  “Nice night for drugs,” a dark voice announced from behind me. My heart spiked and I dropped all the bottles of Codeine to the floor. I turned my head to find Dr. Green looming.

  “You scared the crap out of me,” I yelled at him.

  The doctor grinned. “I didn't mean to.” He bent down and began collecting the fallen drugs.

  How could I escape this encounter unscathed? “What are you doing in here?” I asked, waiting nervously for him to hand over the bottles to me. My heart was pounding in my throat.

  Dr. Green stood up and shuffled the bottles around in his hands. “Same thing you are Grace—needed to get some drugs.”

  I snatched the Codeine from his hands. “Well next time please don't sneak up on me.”

  Green put his arms up to both sides of my head, keeping me in place. His bad cologne made me nauseous. His eyes blankly stared into mine. “We'd be really good together, Grace.”

  “I already told you that I wasn't interested. Now let me go.” I tried to escape past his arms but he knocked me back against the shelf. My pulse was pounding in my ears now. How was I going to get out of this?

  “I love it when you play hard to get. Your not like most women, Grace. Most women would already have their legs spread wide open for me, wet and ready to go. But you keep yours clenched closed, not allowing anyone to get close.” His hand brushed against the side of my face and my stomach overturned. If I had eaten anything, I would've definitely thrown up. “It's time you finally give me what I deserve.”

  Oh fuck! I needed to do something right now before it was too late. I cursed myself for not taking those free self-defense classes the hospital offered. But I knew the basics. I raised my knee to his groin as hard and fast as I could. Doctor Green's face twisted green as he doubled over with his hands on his crotch. I ran to the door and realized that it was locked. Did he lock it? I pulled my keys out searched for the purple sticker.

  “You're not going to get away from me you bitch!” he yelled from far away. His voice sent shivers down my spine. The keys shook in my hands as I tried to find the right one. Come on! Where is it? I could hear the doctor running towards me. I found the purple key and shoved it in the lock. The door clicked open...but it was too late.

  Doctor Green shoved me against the steel cage door and we both bounced back and fell onto the ground. I tried to wrestle him off but he was too strong. His eyes were on fire and he held my wrists against the cold cement floor.

  “I'll show you what a real man is,” he said, licking my cheek. I screamed as loud as I could but Dr. Green just laughed at me. “Nobody is going to hear you down here.”

  A voice behind Dr. Green boomed. “Get your fucking hands off her.” It wasn't a request but an order. Dr. Green looked behind him and let me go. I looked past Green to see Tanner standing in the doorway, barely able to hold himself up. What was he doing down here?

  “You better turn around and forget you saw any of this,” Doctor Green hissed.

  “Are you okay, Doctor Holmes?” Tanner asked me, ignoring the threat.

  My eyes were filled with terror but I was able to nod.

  Tanner clenched his fist and threw an uppercut, knocking Green's head back and sending him crashing to ground. Tanner immediately groaned and held his side as he collapsed. I picked myself off the floor and ran to Tanner, side-stepping an unconscious Dr. Green.

  “Oh my god, are you all right?” The side of Tanner's hospital gown was stained with blood. I lifted it up to find his stitches ripped open. He should have never gotten out of bed.

  Tanner's face was pale. “I'm fine, just a little woozy.”

  “Here, let me help you up.” I put his arm around my shoulder and used all my strength to get Tanner to his feet. We stumbled to the elevator and got one last glimpse of Dr. Green's limp body. I wished that Tanner had killed him but at the same time I knew that was wrong.

  “Thank you for saving me,” I whispered to him, pushing the button for the fifth floor.

  Tanner waved it off like it was nothing. “You would have done the same for me.”

  I let out a laugh that instantly made me feel better. All the tension in my body finally released. What was I going to do about Doctor Green? Should I file a formal complaint with the hospital? Go to the police? My head was swimming with too much. I needed to focus on getting Tanner fixed up.

  The elevator dinged open and I called out, “Nurse! Little help here.”

  Nurse Fiona ran to the other side of Tanner and took some of the weight off me. “What happened Dr. Holmes?”

  Should I tell her everything? No not yet. I needed to think it through first. “Tanner tore some stitches while walking around.” Tanner nodded and backed up my story.

  We helped him back to his room and set him on the hospital bed. Tanner rolled around and groaned in pain. For being such a tough guy, he was acting like such a baby. Fiona left us alone and I began closing his wounds back up.

  “You know, you don't have to act hurt to gain sympathy from me.”

  Tanner grinned and stopped groaning. “It was worth a shot.”

  “I hope you know this doesn't mean I'll go on a date with you, Tanner.”

  Tanner scoffed. “Way to bring a guy down after he just became a hero.”

  I flushed and smiled. Tanner King, my hero. I sewed the last of his wounds and cleaned him up. “That should do it. Good as new.”

  Tanner lifted his arm up and rolled his shoulder. “Thanks, Doc. I feel better already.”

  “No thank you, Tanner.” Tears choked my throat. I didn't want to cry in front of him. Keep it strong, Grace. “I don't want to imagine what would have happened down there if you didn't rescue me.”

  Tanner reached out and held my hand. His eyes were intense and unwavering. “If he even looks at you again, I'll make sure he never takes another breath.”

  I wiped the lone tear from my cheek. “I really appreciate you looking out for me. The good news is that you should be able to go home tomorrow morning.”

  Tanner smiled and still held my hand. I liked the way he gently ran his fingers in my palm. “It's about time. If I have to eat one more pudding cup, I'm going to bounce off the walls.”

  “I'll make sure the nurse brings you a few to take home.” I winked.

  This man was bringing emotions out of me I hadn't felt in ages. I tried to shake off that feeling because I knew he wasn't the right guy for me. He might be off-the-charts hot but he'd end up in prison or dead eventually just like every other member of a motorcycle club. I didn't want that life for me.

  Chapter Seven

  Tanner

  They finally released me from the hospital after too many very long days. My side was still incredibly sore—especially after that knock-out punch. Nurse Fiona pushed me down into a wheelchair.

  “This isn't really necessary, Nurse. I can walk out on my own.”

  “Sorry darling, hospital rules.”

  I didn't feel like arguing anymore. I let Nurse Fiona push me to the elevator and the doors closed in front of us.

  “Still wished we could've finished that sponge bath.”

  “Maybe next time,” Nurse Fiona replied, her hand rubbing my shoulder. She slipped me a scrap of paper with her number scratched on it.

  I had hoped to say goodbye to Grace but she was nowhere to be found. One of the nurses told me she was operating on a patient. Always saving lives. I said a silent goodbye as Fiona pushed me outside. The fresh air reinvigorated me.

  Caleb was standing o
utside in front of a nondescript white van. “They finally let you out of this prison, Tanner?”

  “Only because they were sick of me sleeping with all the nurses.” I used my arms to lift myself out of the wheelchair and to my feet. Standing on my own two legs felt good even though they worked like Jell-O. Caleb helped me into the van and I looked out at the entrance one last time, hoping to see Grace running out to me. Why did this chick have such a hold on me? So big deal, she doesn't want me. There's a million other girls I can bed.