she whispers in my ear as she leads me through the drunken bikers to the hall.
“I know Dash wanted you to choose him, Ivy. I overheard him in the lab last night. Then seeing him try to kiss you just now… fuck.”
Ivy grimaces as we enter my room, and she takes me over to my bed and lays me down.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. It’s not because I felt bad for him or anything, it’s because you’re hurt, and I just… I didn’t want this to happen. I didn’t want you worked up and get hurt even more, trying to knock him out.”
I exhale, shaking my head. “I don’t care how fucking hurt I get, Ivy. I will always fight for what’s mine!”
She huffs, leaning in and grabbing the hem of my shirt. “Take off your shirt, I need to check your ribs.”
I help her take off my shirt, and she winces. “Shit, Void! Dammit! The bruising’s worse. Maybe I should get Nerve in here?”
I wave my hand through the air dismissively. “He’s drunk, he’ll be no help.”
Ivy slowly sits on the bed beside me. “Can you take a deep inhale of air for me?”
I somehow find the strength to smirk. “You going all ‘medical Ivy’ on me now?”
She rolls her eyes. “Just appease me, will you?”
I inhale as deep as I can. It hurts, but I’m able to do it. I have to admit, it does relieve me as I was concerned when I was winded out there that my fractured rib might have punctured my lung. It hurt that fucking much, and I couldn’t get a breath.
“Good! Now stay here, I need to get some ice for your… fucking everything.”
She stands, and I reach out, grabbing her arm. She turns back to me, and I stare into her eyes. “Thank you...”
“It’s not him I want, Void.” She leans down, placing an extremely gentle kiss on my lips.
I guess she’s trying not to hurt me.
Then she pulls back, heading out to grab some ice. I have to admit, it’s good hearing her say the words. But having a fight with Dash with everyone watching, yeah, that was not my finest hour.
What a clusterfuck.
The Next Morning
There’s a pressure on my legs, or is it my groin? I can’t be sure, but I’m hungover and not fully awake to comprehend what’s going on.
My body—it’s sore all over.
Memories of fighting with Dash fly through my mind, and my lips turn up in the corners imagining Nycto has probably kicked him out of the club for going to town on the VP.
I definitely feel like a damn pussy for having Ivy be the one to stop him. Something grinds down on my cock, making it harden instantly, and my eyes shoot open. Ivy’s straddling me, wearing only a bra and her panties.
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
She has a stethoscope around her neck, and I cock my brow. “You’re not ready to play doctors and nurses with me just yet, Ivy.”
She smirks, leaning down, kissing me. My hands slide up her silky back as she places something against my temple. I furrow my brows as it beeps, and she pulls away checking the digital thermometer. “Ninety-nine, you’re a touch high, but it could be the alcohol.” She places the stethoscope into her ears and presses the cold circle to my chest. “Inhale.”
I grin but inhale deeply as she moves the scope around my chest. “Exhale…” I let out a breath. “Inhale one more time.” I chuckle, then breathe in. She moves it to the side where most of the bruising is located, and I wince. She mouths ‘sorry’ but continues, “And out.” I exhale.
Ivy pulls the earpieces from her ears and wraps it around her neck. “You sound good. I’m pretty sure your lungs are fine. Of course, I didn’t finish my medical training, so we need Nerve to double-check, but if there was a problem with your lung, you’d be in deep shit by now, so I’m pretty sure you’re all good.”
My hands move to her thighs sitting either side of mine. I can’t help but admire her and how fucking sexy she is like this. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
She rolls her eyes. “I’ve tried telling you, but—”
“Don’t even joke about that, Ivy. You know I want you. I just…” I pause, trying to find the right words, but they don’t come easily.
Her hands rest on my chest. “It’s fine. Now’s not the time anyway. You’re hurt.”
I glance down at her left knuckles which are