Jetson (Steel Cobras MC #4)

by Evie Monroe

  The large officer murmured, “But when the officer arrived at the scene, he didn’t see anyone. Can you describe these men?”

  I shook my head and looked at my watch. “Not very much. One was rather obese, the other . . . kind of scrawny. They were wearing vests . . . I’m sorry. I can’t be of much help. I’m expected somewhere—”

  “We understand,” the officer said, as if he could care less. “But if you’ll just help us out by answering one more question. We understand that Jetson Nash, a patient under your care, disappeared last night. We’d like to question him. Do you have any idea where he may have gone.?”

  I’d been anticipating this question all along. “No,” I said firmly.

  But the two of them kept staring at me, and I found myself crumbling under their scrutiny.

  “I have no idea,” I added. “After all, I’m Mr. Nash’s surgeon, not his baby sitter. I couldn’t tell you a thing. Naturally, I’m very worried about my patient, but I have no information for you. Am I free to go?”

  They stared at me a little longer, not speaking. Why did I get the feeling they didn’t believe me? Maybe because I had no experience lying? I’d committed a felony. I was an accessory, wasn’t I? All these thoughts swarmed over me, and a cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

  “Officers,” the nurse said suddenly, pointing to a small, freckle-faced nurse with a pixie cut. She still had her keys in her hand and her purse slung over her shoulder like she’d just come in from outside. “Wanda has something to say.”

  We all swung our heads to her, and I let out a sigh of relief.

  Wanda pointed to the front of the building and said with a squeaky voice, “I saw them. Just outside, when I got out of the train station. They were smoking and looking in the direction of the hospital. They had tattoos and flame patches. I thought they were casing the place. Then they got on motorcycles and rode away.”

  The officers approached her, ignoring me. Thank God. I took that as my cue to leave, and I heard one of them say, “Where and when was this?”

  Wanda continued to fill their ears with info as I skirted off to see what cases had been assigned to me. I walked to the board to see the name of the surgeon on call, and I couldn’t help reaching for my phone. I wanted to text Jet and let him know what was happening. But there was a reason I hadn’t taken down his number. It was too dangerous for me to be communicating with him.

  I took a deep breath and went to meet with the surgeon, Dr. Vail, who filled me in on the cases that had come in during the night. I went on my rounds, still hardly able to believe that I still had a job here, that nothing had changed from last night.

  Despite everything at the hospital looking exactly like the day before, deep inside I knew everything had changed.

  I couldn’t believe it. I’d gotten away with all of my deceptions.

  But part of me didn’t want to. Part of me wanted to have been found out. No, I didn’t want to go to jail, but I wouldn’t have minded Michael taking me seriously for once. I’d spent last night accepting that I would no longer be a surgeon, that I’d be guilty of malpractice, that I wouldn’t be Michael’s wife.

  And I’d found I was okay with that.

  More than okay.

  I wanted it.

  I’d spent so much of my life thinking that being a surgeon and marrying a successful, white-collar man who was safe and secure and dull was what I wanted.

  But then I met Jet.

  And now everything in my life was up in the air. All I knew was that I couldn’t wait for my shift to end so that I could go home and see him again.

  Chapter Twelve

  Jetson

  It was the fucking shittiest day ever.

  The guys thought I was a little pussy they needed to protect, and it wasn’t just because I was wounded. They always gave me that shit. But now, I was really in no position to go out and prove myself. I’d never felt so useless.

  So I decided to have a little pity party, just me, myself, and I.

  After I drained the bottle of vodka, I went upstairs and found myself some more of Nora’s Vicodin, right where she left them on the bathroom sink. I sucked back a couple more. Then I must’ve passed out on the sofa because it felt like only a second later that someone was slapping me awake. I tore open my eyes to see Nora standing there, gazing at me with a worried expression on her face.

  “Where’d you get the clothes?”

  I pulled myself up to a sitting position and tried to get my eyes to stay open. My head ached. I’d fallen asleep in an unnatural position, and my neck was stiff as hell. “My brothers made a little pit stop.”

  Her eyes widened. “You mean the other Cobras? They were here?”

  I nodded.

  “Oh.” Her eyes trailed down my t-shirt clad middle, to my open jeans. Because of the wound, I couldn’t button them up. I could almost see her pulse thrumming in her throat. She was practically shaking. The poor girl needed to learn how to say what she wanted. “You okay?”

  I gave her an amused smirk. “Sure. Yeah.”

  She lifted up the empty bottle. “You paired this with the Vicodin I gave you?”

  “Yeah. And two more. But before you go—”

  I was going to say, before you go freaking out, but she was already there. “Two more?” Her eyes bulged. “How are you even awake?”

  I grinned. “Listen, baby. When it comes to deadening pain, I’m a pro. I know what I can handle.”

  She pressed her lips together. “Do you do illegal drugs?”

  I shook my head. “Just alcohol. Promise.”

  She sat down at my feet and took a deep breath. “Oh, my gosh. I’m just realizing, I don’t even fuckin’ know you. I must be crazy.”

  She looked at me in a way that kind of demanded an answer. Yeah, if she’d ended things with her man because of me, it’d be crazy. “Yeah. But it’s not wrong. That other shithead you’ve been with. He was wrong.”

  She scoffed, sadly. “I tried to break up with him. And you know what he said to me? ‘We’ll talk later’. That’s the kind of guy he is. Every time I want something, he thinks he can just change my mind.”

  “That’s ‘cause you let him,” I said. “Don’t let him. You’re a fucking doctor, sweetheart. You have clout. So say what you mean and mean what you say.”

  “I know. I should. It’s just . . . we’ve been together forever. I know Michael and I are wrong. I’ve known it for a long time. But it doesn’t make breaking up any less scary.”

  She grabbed her purse and rummaged through it, pulling out a little jewel case. She opened it to reveal the biggest rock I’d ever seen. I knew her boy was a doctor and a hell of a lot better off than I was, but shit. I couldn’t come close to giving her anything like that.

  “I guess I need to return this to him. I never wore it much because it was too heavy, and it got in the way of my work. But . . . maybe giving it back to him will drive the point home.”

  “Yeah. But you also need to learn to stand up for what you want, sweetheart. A woman like you, I can tell you know what you want. Go after it. Don’t be shy.”

  She stared at the ring, then snapped the lid closed. “I will.”

  “Yeah?” I wasn’t sure I could believe her.

  She nodded, sure of herself it seemed this time. “The next time I see him, I’ll tell him. And I won’t let him steamroll over me again.”

  “Good.”

  She turned and smiled at me shyly. “I’m sure you’re flying after all those Vicodin. That could lay out a horse.”

  “I’m good, baby. In fact, I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

  “Really? I’ve been thinking about you, too.”

  “Yeah?” I reached over and touched a lock of hair that escaped her ponytail, and now she was really shivering. “What were you thinking?”

  She opened her mouth to speak, her breath coming short and shallow now as I touched her cheek. She leaned into it at first. But then she clamped her mouth shut. Afraid to say
what she really wanted.

  I’d have to work with her on that.

  My eyes trailed to her mouth, and I leaned forward to kiss those sweet lips of hers.

  But she quickly stood up, as if rocketed from a cannon. “Um. I brought home a pizza. I figured that was the easiest option considering I have no idea where the dinner plates are.”

  I grabbed her wrist, pulling her down on to me. “Don’t you think you should be checking my wound, first?”

  She pried her hand away. “Well, I’m famished.”

  Before I could catch her again, she moved away and raced into the kitchen. I got up and, still feeling woozy from the drugs, did my best to follow her.

  She had the pizza box open on the counter. She was staring at it like she was afraid to look up at me. “Hope you eat cheese,” she said, her voice airy and nervous as she lifted the lid. “I got half cheese and half vegetable since that’s what I—”

  She stopped when I came up behind her and stroked her shoulder with my finger. I pushed a stray hair away and brushed my lips on the side of her neck as I closed the pizza box lid. “Pizza later.”

  She tilted her head to give me better access, trembling as my lips came closer. “Oh,” she said, almost a whisper.

  “I want to eat you,” I said, whirling her around and pressing my body against hers.

  I found her hands at her sides and entwined my fingers with hers, then bridged the extra millimeter and my lips grazed hers.

  She let out all the breath in her lungs and whispered, “But . . .”

  “No. I’ve been thinking about it all day, doctor. Don’t deny me.” I met her lips with my own, sealing the kiss, licking her lips, and then spreading them open with my tongue. She opened her mouth and let out a sigh. “In fact. I don’t think you want to deny me. You want it as much as I want it. So say it.”

  She tensed. “I do want it.”

  I nuzzled her cheek, sucking her earlobe into my mouth, and whispered into her ear, “Tell me you want me to taste your pussy.”

  “Yes. Yes, I want it so much,” she murmured, kissing me harder.

  It was too fucking much. Sensation overload. If she kept kissing me like this, making those pleasure-filled noises, I was going to come before I even got my cock in the game.

  I pulled away, and she blinked. “All right. What do you want me to do?”

  “What do you want to do?”

  She hesitated for a moment, then reached down and began to unbutton her pants. She kicked them off, baring her beautiful legs. Her ass was incredible. Then she lifted the bottom hem of her sweater and pulled it up over her head.

  She stood there, biting on her lip hesitantly, in the flimsiest pair of pink lace panties and bra I’d ever seen. I knew the second she touched me, I’d probably come apart. “Here?” she asked.

  “Yep. Sit up here.” I shoved the pizza box to the floor and then patted the top of the center island. “Up you go.”

  She sat on the counter, her body covered in goosebumps.

  I motioned to her knees, which she’d glued together. “That ain’t gonna work. Let me in.”

  She did as I said. I leaned forward and ran my hands up the front of her thighs. She leaned back and blew out a breath.

  “Bra off.”

  She reached behind her back and undid her bra, shrugging it loose. Then she leaned back, licking her lips in anticipation as I swept my gaze over her.

  I couldn’t even pretend that hers weren’t the most gorgeous tits I’d ever seen. Full and round and heavy, the nipples already slightly peaked. They looked even better in this light. I had to step back and admire them.

  “Yes?” she asked.

  “Just thinking.”

  “Of?”

  “How much I want to suck on your tits.”

  She arched her back, offering them to me. “Well, then . . .” she said, her expression playful.

  I did my best to control myself from what I really wanted to do. “Well, you said this morning you needed to keep this professional.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “I’m sitting here, practically naked in my kitchen. I think we’re past that.”

  “Yeah, but I want to hear you say it. What do you want?”

  She took in a deep breath and let it out, shuddering. “I want you to suck on my tits, Jet. Please.”

  I grinned, gazing hungrily at her gorgeous body. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

  She squirmed and breathed out, “Jet, please,” as she reached for me.

  “Then, yes, ma’am.” I leaned over and flicked my tongue against her nipple, and it hardened to a diamond point. I closed my mouth around the swollen pebble and sucked.

  She tensed, reaching for my belt. I nudged her away.

  She groaned in protest. “Are you playing with me?”

  I shrugged like I was giving that some serious thought, then answered definitively, “Yes.”

  Playing with her the way she’d played with me, ever since the moment I met her.

  I knelt in front her, wrapped my hands around each ankle and spread her legs wider. I lifted her leg, laying a kiss on her ankle, moving my tongue up her perfect calf, to her thigh. She let out an uneven breath as she watched me. Then I dipped my head down, put my mouth on the damp lace of her panties, kissing her lightly through the fabric.

  She squirmed. “Jet, I—”

  “Shh,” I murmured, inhaling her intoxicating scent. She was already so wet for me. I stroked my tongue over her panties with slow, leisurely strokes, making her wriggle impatiently. “You want more?”

  She nodded vigorously and closed her eyes.

  “Say it.”

  “I want more, Jet. Please.”

  “Like this?” I brushed aside the swath of lace fabric from her pussy and slipped my tongue over her slit, circling her clit.

  She jolted upright, then stilled. “Yes. Yes, that. More.”

  She made me hungry for more. I wanted her, body, soul, all of her, right here on my tongue.

  I reached up for her tits, tweaking the nipples. She moaned and nodded some more and fell back against the granite counter, arching her back. I went in deeper, teasing her pussy lips open with my tongue and gently licking on her swollen clit.

  I gave her more pressure, then less, went slow, then fast. When I felt her legs beginning to tremble, I scooped my arms under her ass, around her legs, digging my tongue deep inside her.

  She let out a scream as she started to come, her legs buckling around my head, her heels digging into my shoulders. I caught her hips and pulled her to me, continuing my assault with my mouth as her screams died to a whimper. “Oh, my God, Jet. Oh, my God.”

  And I couldn’t hold back now. I needed to be inside her. Even if I lasted only a second, it would be so worth it.

  I jumped to my feet, moving her ass back so I could get myself ready. My jeans were already unbuttoned, so I shoved them down around my thighs. “Tell me what you want now.”

  “You,” she said. “Inside me.”

  “Good.”

  I spread her legs farther apart and maneuvered between them. Damn, she looked perfect, her skin warm and light in the little bit of light coming from the living room, her legs open to me. I lifted her up to me, got ready to drive in, tracing the shadows with my fingertips and watching as her nipples tightened. I brushed my mouth against hers, sliding my hands under her shoulders to pull her down off the counter onto me.

  I paused with my tip at her entrance, breathing hard. “Shit. Condom.” I had them in my wallet, but who the fuck knew where that was.

  “I’m clean, and on the pill,” she breathed out. “Just fuck me.”

  “The doctor advises that?” I challenged.

  “As long as you’re okay . . . Fuck, yes.”

  That was all the invitation I needed. I pushed inside her without a second thought, both of us letting out a moan at the hot friction of our bodies coming together. I drove into her, my hands on her shoulders, and fuck, it felt so good the second I got
inside. Too good.

  It was just the two of us in this huge fucking kitchen that could feed an army, joined with our mouths and bodies, the sounds of our kissing and sucking echoing against the bare walls. I ran my hands down her sides and bounced her on my cock a little, driving deeper yet.

  “Oh . . . oh, my God, Jet,” she breathed out when she broke the kiss, looking down between us. I did, too, at our bodies joined below the patch of gauze. “I’m not hurting you, am I?” she asked, her voice an urgent whisper.

  “Fuck no.” I was flying, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the Vicodin.

  I figured I’d take my time with her, make her come again. But that thought disappeared the second I found her warm, wet heaven. My stomach wound didn’t hurt at all anymore—I felt phenomenal, one-hundred and ten percent. I grabbed her wrists and held her there pounding into her. The sight of her breasts bouncing, her lips curled up in pleasure and listening to her high-pitched cries made me crazy as I felt every inch of her perfect pussy.

  The island groaned under the weight of every thrust, a sound that grew louder as we gained momentum. She rocked with me, her hands around the back of my thighs, urging me harder, faster, closer . . .

  “I’m gonna fuckin’ come,” I said in a shuddery breath.

  And then I dug in and came so hard that I felt the world spinning around me. Holy fucking shit, I came, filling her with my come, as she trembled and shook beneath me. I lost it, letting out a strangled growl that joined her breathless gasp.

  “Oh shit,” I hissed out into her hair as I finished coming. Goddamn, her hair smelled good. I buried my face in it and let the feeling of complete nirvana settle over me.

  “I should probably tell you something,” she whispered into my ear as she clung to me. She sounded nervous.

  I pulled away so I could look into her eyes. “What? That wasn’t your first time, was it?”

  She laughed. “No. It’s not that. Although, it might as well have been. I’ve never . . . well, I’ve never had an orgasm like that before.” She fanned her flushed face. “That was amazing.”

  I didn’t need to be told Michael probably wasn’t a God in the sack, but I appreciated the vote of confidence, especially after seeing the rock he’d given her. “Yes, yes it was.”