Doc (Ruthless Kings MC #7) - K.L. Savage Page 0,44

Jo. Oh fuck, that pussy feels perfect,” I moan to myself as I watch thick white streams drip down onto my stomach.

The buzz takes over, and I’m skating on post-orgasm high, languidly jacking my cock and letting the dribbles of cum leak out of the slit, and a knock on the door yanks me to reality, ruining my damn high.

What’s a guy got to do to get some damn peace?

“Fuck,” I sit up and trip over my jeans that are around my ankles. Cum drips off me and onto the wood right between the planks, settling in the crack.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

“Eric?” Jo’s sweet voice penetrates from the other side of the door. I freeze, looking around the room to hide or get rid of evidence of my… intimate session. Jesus, I sound like a fucking idiot. I’m a grown man. I’m allowed to jack my dick in the privacy of my room.

I don’t say anything as I think about what to do. I decide to pick up my dirty shirt and wipe up the cum. I toss the soiled tee in the hamper and tuck myself in my jeans. “Yeah—” I croak and clear my throat. “Yeah? What?” I snap a bit, unintentionally. I’m nervous because I almost got caught. I was thinking of her, when I doubt she ever thinks of me. “I’m about to get in the shower,” I lie because if I open that door and see her sweet face staring up at me, I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back.

“Oh, okay. I’m wondering if it is normal for Moretti to make grunting noises? He’s been doing it for the last few minutes. I thought I’d come get you.”

I step into the puddle of cum on the floor and grimace but open the door anyway. “What did you just say?”

“Moretti…” She purses her lips, and my eyes fall to them and imagine how they would feel wrapped around the thick stalk of my cock. She licks her pink lips as she stares at my chest, and I puff it out, naturally, loving her eyes on me. “He’s making these weird grunting noises like he’s choking.”

Horrible time to have masturbated. Of course, Moretti needs me right now. I’m telling my feet to move, to hurry, but my brain isn’t connecting with my body because Jo is standing in front of me. She’s in new clothes. Plain black shorts and a Ruthless Kings MC shirt. She looks fucking hot. I want her to be wearing my clothes. Damn, imagining her in a t-shirt hanging to her knees is making blood flood south.

Focus, Eric. Focus.

I need to concentrate on medicine. I can’t. The more she’s around, the more trouble I’m in for forgetting my obligations to medicine and binding myself to her.

Without hesitation, I grab a folded shirt off my dresser and throw it over my head as I pass Jo. I forget about my scars, but the moment Jo gasps, I know she’s seen what I’ve hidden from everyone. They are memories I like to keep covered. I tug my shirt down until my back can’t be seen, and she reaches for my hand, giving it a squeeze.

She doesn’t ask.

She doesn’t judge.

She understands the need to hide secrets that only cause more destruction. She has her own scars, and the more that goes unspoken between us, the more we understand each other.

“Reaper! Tool, I need backup,” I shout as I take each step as fast as I can. I nearly fall down the steps. That’s just what I need—to break my damn neck, and all these people that need help will be screwed. I get to the bottom and look past all of the filled beds. The lights shine off all the metal walls and floors, but the coughing in the corner has me sprinting across the room.

When I get to Moretti’s bedside, he is coughing, eyes open and holding his throat. “You son-of-a-bitch. I’m glad to see you awake. You’ve been in a coma for a long fucking time. I’m going to take the tube out of your throat. Cough, okay?” I wrap my fingers around the plastic and pull the tube out as quickly as possible as he gasps, chokes, and coughs. His eyes are watering from the pressure, and when the tube is out, I listen to his heartrate with my stethoscope and hope the monitor isn’t lying to me. I laugh when his heart sounds normal. Holy hell, I can’t believe this. “I can’t believe