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  My eyes flew open. I shook my head and stood up from the chair. What was wrong with me? I was supposed to nurse my patients back to health. I was supposed to care for them. And here I was, fantasizing about one of my patients’ hands and his bulging cock inside me. I barely even knew him!

  I paced around the room, trying to remind myself that I was a professional. That it was inappropriate to have thoughts such as these. Then the thought of him and his friend discussing the shooting drifted up in my mind. I knew there was something going on. They were trying to hide something. I didn’t want to rat on them…on Tank, but I had no idea what they were involved in. Whatever it was, they had not been out practicing shots and Tank had not shot himself accidentally in the stomach. That was just not possible.

  Licking my lips, feeling a little dizzy with my overwhelming desire for him, I walked over to the door to step outside. I figured that getting back to work would help me forget about him…and what I wanted him to do to me.

  When I opened the door, I saw Tank’s friend leaving the room. I remained where I was, frozen to the spot as the guy walked down the corridor. Leather jacket, tattoos, a threatening gait, dusty boots…this guy belonged to a world I was unfamiliar with. My eyes fell on the patch on the arm of his jacket. It had the logo for a Motorcycle Club called Bad Disciples. The name meant nothing to me…because I didn’t live in that world, but I had an idea of what it intoned.

  Tank’s friend walked past me, and I got a glimpse into the life that Tank himself probably led. Did he belong to this MC too? That could explain his mysterious gunshot wound. I didn’t know much about Motorcycle clubs, but I knew that they risked their lives every day. They thrilled in living dangerously.

  I stood there for a few more moments, the knots clenching and unclenching in my belly. I still wanted Tank, that feeling hadn’t gone away yet, but now I was reminded of the world he probably belonged to. How different he was from me. He was the bad guy my mother had always warned me against…and for a good reason.

  The fact that Tank was my patient was only one of the many reasons why I needed to stay away from him. But my body was screaming out in protest. It was as if there was an invisible thread that continued to pull me towards him.

  5

  Tank

  If I was in pain, I couldn’t feel it. Glock had been gone for several hours and I hadn’t seen Noelle since then either, but all I could think about, was her and how desperately I needed to have her.

  I remained lying on the hospital bed, with the TV switched on in front of me on mute. A different nurse had come in to leave me a tray of hospital food, which I tried some of and then left to the side. I kept looking at the clock on the wall. Was she still on shift? Would I ever see her again? Had Glock and I spooked her with our fake story?

  Then the door opened and she stepped in, making me nearly choke. I wasn’t expecting to see her today again. She closed the door quietly behind her.

  When she came into the room, she had a wide polite smile on her face. She was still in her scrubs, the scrubs I wanted to rip off her. Her bangs fell over her eyes, as she walked over to me and my first instinct was to touch her. I had to do everything in my power to keep my hand by my side.

  “How are you feeling, Aiden?” she asked, in a quiet voice and without warning, reached for my right wrist. When our bodies touched, I felt my cock throb. That’s all it took, one touch from her. She was going to check my pulse, but she was going to get a wrong reading…because my heart had started beating frantically the moment she came into the room.

  “I’m much better now that you are here,” I said and she looked up at me with a jerk and her cheeks flushed.

  “You can call me Tank,” I said. “No one has called me Aiden in years.” A slow smile spread across her face.

  “Do you do this often, Tank?” she asked as she turned her gaze away from me again.

  “Shoot myself in the stomach you mean? No, not that often. Only when I run out of other places,” I replied and I could see that she was trying to suppress a smile.

  “No, I meant, flirt with strangers,” she said as her fingers remained on my wrist. She was keeping count in her head, and I couldn’t help but stare at her delicious curves. Her breasts looked big, too big for her clothes and they stretched the fabric of her shirt.

  “You’re not a stranger, are you?” I asked and Noelle looked at me again. Her blue eyes were twinkling with excitement, and I wondered if she felt the same way I was feeling. I had my doubts that I was her type though. She probably preferred clean shaven doctors over scruffy bikers.

  “I don’t know anything about you, other than your name and that you’re a bad shot,” she said and dropped my wrist, it fell back gently on the bed beside me and before she could step away, I reached for her and pulled her back towards me.

  Noelle gasped from the surprise, but she didn’t try and wriggle herself free. She didn’t look distressed either, instead, there was a pinkish flush of excitement on her face now.

  “What more do you want to know, nurse?” I asked and she stared back at me. Her lips were parted, just a little, enough to make her mouth look absolutely irresistible. I wanted my tongue to be inside that mouth. My cock to be between her lips. She gulped and then licked her lips before she spoke.

  “Nothing. It’s better if I know nothing more about you,” she said and remained where she was, her wrist in my hand, our bodies only inches apart.

  “Does this happen to you often?” I asked her and she arched her eyebrows at me.

  “That one of my patients pulls me to himself?” she asked, with a humorous twang in her voice now. She wasn’t resistant towards me, instead she was playing along.

  “No, that you don’t pull away,” I said and Noelle’s eyes looked like they were on fire. She gulped again, before she shook her head.

  “No, it doesn’t happen ever,” she replied, in a quiet soft voice. My mind was whirling with thoughts. What was she saying? That she was mine for the taking? I hadn’t banged a hot nurse on a hospital bed before. I could feel my cock throbbing in my hospital grade thin cotton pants.

  “Do you want me to let you go?” I asked gruffly, realizing that I was losing control of myself now. Noelle took a few seconds to respond, but I already knew what her answer was going to be. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her.

  “No,” she said, just a second before I yanked her body to me. She fell on my chest with a thud, missing my wound in my side, and gasping as she craned her neck to look up at me. Our lips grazed, and my breath fell hotly on her face as she parted her mouth for me. She was so sweet and innocent, like a little fresh wildflower and I was going to have her.

  I had to barely move, and our lips met. She gasped again, as I thrust my tongue into her mouth before she could clamp it shut. My hand weaved into her hair, as I held her on my chest, kissing her hungrily. Noelle kissed me back, adjusting herself so that she was now crouched on my lap, her hands on my chest and her body pressing into me.

  My hands went from her hair, down her back and then they were cupping her beautiful ass. She was just the kind of woman I liked to fuck. Curvaceous and juicy, and I squeezed her ass as I kissed her.

  Noelle moaned and moved against me, rubbing her breasts against my chest and her body quivered at the same time. My tongue explored her sweet mouth, till I had to pull away from her for air.

  When our mouths parted, she was panting and her cheeks were flushed. She looked almost frightened as she met my eyes.

  “What are we going to do now?” she asked, in a voice that made it obvious to me that she wasn’t very well experienced. I smiled at her, as my cock throbbed dangerously in my pants.

  Noelle looked surprised when my hand reached for the drawstring band of her scrubs.

  “Let me show you,” I replied to her question, and I kept my eyes on her face. Her mouth parted and she breathed in deeply as my hand flitted over her bare belly. Her shirt had rolled up a little, and I felt the juiciness of her belly folds
. She had just enough of it so I could hold her tightly.

  She was sitting on my lap, with her legs on either side of me so that my cock was now rubbing against her pussy. We were still separated by layers of clothes, but I knew she could sense just how throbbing hard I was.

  Noelle bit down on her lip, hard, and thew her head back. Her ponytail had come undone, and stray dark hair escaped the binds and fell around her shoulders. My hand was moving down slowly, from her belly to that warm spot inside her panties which I had been fantasizing about for so long.

  She breathed in deeply when my fingers found her. She was wet, just like I’d predicted, slippery wet and juicy and my fingers played with her clit.

  “Tank!” she hissed my name, straightening her head again and opening her blue eyes to look at me.

  “Don’t be afraid princess, I promise this will feel good,” I grunted as I clenched my jaw. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward closer to my face. She was angling herself so that my fingers drifted down from her clit towards her pussy. I could feel its wetness seeping into her lace panties, into her uniform pants.

  When my forefinger parted her folds, she gasped again. She was moving over me but being careful of the bandage around my stomach at the same time. I’d forgotten it was even there. It was either the painkillers or the fact that my cock wanted what it wanted, and nothing else mattered.

  I dipped my finger into her, just an inch at first and I knew instantly that she was tight. It was evident that she hadn’t been with many men before, and it made me even harder. I was going to be one of her firsts, and I was going to make sure she remembered me.

  Noelle moaned as my finger slipped deeper into her. She had her eyes closed now, as she moved over me, her hands were on my chest. Her pussy was hot, swollen and tight as my finger slid into her. My cock wanted to be in there too, but I wanted to pleasure her first.

  When I started pulling my finger out, her eyes flew open. Like she was afraid I was going to stop. I smiled at her reassuringly and thrust my finger back into her with more force this time. She parted her lips with pleasure and moved her hips again, satisfied that I was back inside her.

  My thumb found her clit. Swollen and throbbing, she moaned when I rubbed it. She looked surprised too like she had no idea that she could feel good this way. Whoever she had been with before this, had not made it his priority to make her feel good. All I wanted, was for Noelle to come, come in my hands. I wanted to watch her face as she came for me. I didn’t care that we were in the hospital, or that a doctor or a nurse could come into my room at any minute. All that mattered was her, and how I could make her moan.

  My forefinger slipped in and out of her, my thumb rubbed her clit, and her big breasts rose and fell with each thrust. I wanted to find the spot inside her that was going to trigger her orgasm and from the way she was moving her hips…from the way she was moaning…I knew that I was close. She was the hottest thing I’d ever been with, and I didn’t even know why. I hadn’t even seen her naked yet.

  My fingers slid easily inside her, covered in her juices. I quickened the thrust, in and out in smooth motion and Noelle threw her head back and gasped. She was close to the edge, just a few minutes longer and she was going to fall over. She was going to come for me.

  “No! I can’t. I can’t do this!” her voice rang out in my ear like a siren, and my fingers stopped moving. She moved off me with a jerk, and my hand fell on my stomach with a thud. I nearly winced from the pain that shot up my spinal cord.

  Noelle had slid off the hospital bed, and she was now pulling her shirt down and her pants back in position. Her eyes were averted from me, and she hurried to smoothen her hair.

  “What’s the matter?” I asked gruffly. My voice hadn’t returned yet, I was still reeling from how close I had gotten to see her orgasm. My cock was still throbbing and tenting my pants.

  “You’re my patient. I can’t do this. It violates every code of ethics,” she mumbled hysterically, and I tried to straighten myself up on the bed.

  “Noelle, just…” I began to say, but she interrupted me with a frightened stare. Like she was afraid of herself, rather than of me.

  “I have to go. I’m sorry about this. I’m sorry if I took advantage of you,” she quietly and before I could respond, Noelle had turned on her heels and run out of the room.

  I could feel myself panting as I stared at the closed door. Advantage of me? That small, pretty little thing thought she had taken advantage of a guy who was at least a foot taller than her and a hulking mass of muscle compared to her? I could have laughed if I wasn’t so turned on.

  I couldn’t believe how innocent and sweet Noelle Peters really was. I hadn’t met anyone like her before.

  6

  Noelle

  In the staff room, I ran to my locker and started changing out of my scrubs. I could have been imagining it, but everything smelled like Tank. A strong masculine musky scent that sent shivers down my spine. My clothes smelled of him, and even my hair did. I stripped down to my underwear and stood in front of my locker, breathing heavily.

  I couldn’t believe what had happened…what I had come close to doing. In the three years, I had been working here as a nurse, I hadn’t even come close to doing this before. And today, all it had taken were a few words from Tank, and I had thrown myself at him!

  I didn’t know whether to feel exhilarated or embarrassed, but I was surprised to find that I was smiling at the same time. I was on a high. There was adrenaline pumping in my veins. I could still feel my pussy throbbing where Tank had slipped his finger in and out of me. My clit was sensitive as it rubbed against the fabric of my lace panties now, and I had to do everything I could to resist the urge to rub myself. Just a little release…just one orgasm to get over the feeling of wanting him more.

  I shook my head, to drive those thoughts away and I quickly changed into my normal clothes. My shift had just ended before I entered his room. I had to see him before I left.

  I knew Tank was going to be released soon. His surgery had gone well, the bullet hadn’t damaged any vital organs. He was on a fast track to recovery, and with any luck, he would be out of the hospital in a few days. Which meant, that I needed to behave myself around him for a few days and after that, he’d be gone, and I wouldn’t have to think of him again.

  I checked myself in the mirror before leaving. My eyes were still bright, the tops of my cheeks were pink. My face didn’t reflect the anxiety that my brain was going through. I looked like a woman who had been kissed by the man of her dreams. The truth was that Tank had done more than just kiss me, and I had no idea that I would ever even be attracted to a man like him. Who was the man of my dreams anyway?

  I slammed my locker door shut and walked out of the staff room. In the corridor, I turned to look at Tank’s shut door and then with a sigh, I turned on my heels and began walking out. It was nearly eight, I didn’t have my usual late night shift today, and my parents had set up a dinner reservation for us at the country club.

  Outside the hospital, the air was cold, and I realized that I was in desperate need for some fresh air. I breathed in deeply as I walked to my car. I could still feel Tank’s hands on me, in my hair, on my ass, sliding down my belly towards my throbbing wet core.

  He was just as strong and rough as I’d predicted him to be. And the only guy I had slept with before this, a guy from my high school, had been nothing like Tank was. This was an entirely new sexual experience for me…the kind that I imagined only happened in books or movies. I couldn’t even imagine what my parents would think of me if they ever found out. And they would never find out. Because Tank is not a guy I would introduce to them.

  I wasn’t exactly dressed for the country club, but I had no choice. My little tryst with Tank had made me too late to go home and change. I would have to go to the club directly.

  I drove with the radio on loud, hoping that would distract my brain from the million thoughts rushing through my head.

 
I wished I felt worse. I wished I felt more guilty about what had happened. I wished I was embarrassed about the kind of man I had chosen to have a secret taboo sexual experience with in my workplace. But I didn’t. My only regret now was how I rushed out of there so quickly.

  I felt exhilarated and like I was alive for the first time. I had been a good girl for so long, that being bad and breaking the rules felt good. It made me want more. But I knew I shouldn’t. I had already done enough. I had allowed a patient to touch me, kiss me, pleasure me…I bit down on my lip as I thought of him again. God, I wish I would have let him finish.

  I stopped the car at the doors of the club and stepped out to let a valet drive it away to the parking lot. My sneakers squeaked against the marble floors as I rushed up the steps and into the lobby.

  The floor manager smiled and nodded at me, indicating that he was expecting to see me. I looked at my watch and realized that I was a half an hour late, blasphemy in my parent's books. I rushed into the dining room, a giddy smile still on my face and I saw my parents at their usual table, dressed to the nines and waiting for me.

  I weaved around the table, exchanging greetings with some of the regulars who were friends of the family. My parents saw me coming over, and I could see the look of horror on their faces. My mom’s eyebrows had arched way up high on her forehead, and I was out of breath by the time I reached their table.

  “Good God Noelle, what on earth are you wearing?” she hissed in a well-mannered whisper as a server drew out a chair for me to sit down.

  “Jeans and a t-shirt, mom, why?” I said, stating the obvious. The look on my mother’s face told me that she did not approve, not one bit. How dare had, I turned up at their country club, in anything less than a cocktail dress and with no makeup on?

  “Really, Noelle, your hospital is overworking you. You were supposed to be here an hour ago,” dad grumbled, while the server poured him more wine in his glass.

 

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