snorts as she sets up what she needs and then tips my head back. Electric charges sizzle between us, my synapses firing on full power.
“And who’s that?”
“A member of the Sons. Know our reputation, sweetheart. Know it ain’t exactly a positive one.”
Her eyes drift toward mine and I notice the flush on her chest. Yeah, I’m affecting her. “I tend to make up my own mind on people.”
“What have you decided about me?”
She smirks. “I’m not telling you that.” She snaps on a pair of gloves and pulls out a needle to inject local anesthetic into my face. “This’ll sting a little.”
She’s not wrong. I can’t stop the hiss from sneaking out between my clenched teeth as she touches the needle to a sensitive spot.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.”
“This is the worst part.” She finishes injecting and puts the needle into a special waste bin.
“You didn’t answer my question. How long have you been doing this?”
“About eight years, but I’ve only been in trauma for the past two.”
“You like it?”
Her eyes light up and I know she’s like me. She lives for the excitement that comes with this kind of environment. I recognize the look because I felt the same when I was enlisted. That thrill turned to something else, something more sinister over time. I saw the light in my eyes fade into darkness, watched it take over as the blackness crept through me. It was impossible to do the shit I did in war and not feel it. I enlisted to save lives, not take them, but that hadn’t always been possible. Some of the wounds had been catastrophic. Some men and women I couldn’t fix, even with all my knowledge. I hated those cases. I hated failing. When I came out of the army, I was a mess, until I found the Sons. They put me back together, fixed my broken pieces, but the cracks still remain. I was only glued back together tentatively.
“Love it. I love the pace, the different patients, seeing varied cases.”
“Yeah, it’s never boring.”
“No, it’s not.”
Amy leans over me, her tits nearly touching me as she starts to insert the first stitch. I hold my fucking breath as she does, trying to keep my cock calm.
“What do you do, Shane?”
Anyone else calling me by that name would get a mouthful. I earned my road name, but her using it makes a warmth spread through my body.
Other than patching up my brothers…?
“I work for a small clinic for veterans in England. Just a few days a week, but I like giving back to soldiers.”
“You see action when you were in the army?”
I’d seen more than I wanted to. “Yeah, was in Afghanistan. Did my time, got the fuck out as soon as I could.”
“You didn’t enjoy it?”
“Ain’t much to enjoy about watching your brothers in arms getting legs blown off, arms, catastrophic injuries that can’t be fixed. Found civilian medicine a lot more to my pace.”
“I understand that.”
She works quickly, her hands moving expertly as she does.
“All done,” she says. “Let me see about hurrying up the X-ray for your wrist.”
Amy wanders over to the nurses’ station and lifts the phone. I watch the lines of her body, the tightness of her scrubs over her tits and arse as she talks. I shouldn’t be watching her, but I can’t keep my eyes off her.
When she hangs up, I keep my gaze locked on Amy as she approaches and I know she notices my staring because her cheeks pinken.
“X-ray owes me a favor, so I managed to sneak you in within the next half hour.”
The fact she did that astounds me. In my life, people see my kutte and think I’m good for nothing. They don’t see the man beneath the leather. She sees everything I am and that’s addictive.
“Saturday. Have dinner with me.” I don’t know where the fuck it comes from, but as soon as the words leave my mouth, I know I want her to do it. I know nothing but a yes from her will suffice.
Amy blinks before her brow furrows. “That’s not a good idea.”
“I just want to say thank you for what you’ve done.”
“You don’t need to thank me.”
“You stopped and helped. You didn’t have to. Now you’re rushing through my treatment. You could have left me on the road, waited for the paramedics to come.”
“I didn’t know how long the EMTs would take,” she defends.
“Let me take you for dinner.”
“Shane—”
“I’m not taking no for an answer.”
Flustered, she runs a hand over