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“I’ve got a new one coming in tonight and thought I’d teach him the ropes.”
“If he needs trained on how to slop booze in a glass, we don’t need the ignorant fuck.”
“You seem to be in need of another personality adjustment. Lucky for you, I’m running a special on them this evening. Care to step out back?” Ace quipped.
“I’d never turn down a fight, but I gotta admit, spending time with my lady is loads more fun than kicking your ass, yet again.”
“Don’t get cocky. Last time was a fluke. I wasn’t expecting you to fight dirty.”
Ryder preened a bit. “Then you don’t really know me, now do ya?”
“I heard you were the dark, dangerous fucker that nobody could figure out.”
Ignoring the fact that Ace was throwing his own long-ago words back at him, Ryder took a long draw off his beer. “Don’t you have a college class to get to?”
“I don’t think that’s a particularly good idea.”
“I thought you’d been texting with that redheaded professor you got lucky with a few weeks ago.”
“Yeah, about that. I texted, she never answered.”
“Aww, you poor thing. You’re breaking my fuckin’ heart. Do you feel all sad and rejected and shit?”
Tiffany stifled a giggle, probably because of the bolts of lightning shooting from his eyes straight at Ryder. “Fuck it. Crawl your dumb ass back behind the bar, ‘cause I got a hot redhead to bag.”
“That’s more like the Ace we know and kind of tolerate.”
“Fuck you, Ryder.” Though his words were ornery, his tone was mild. Grinning, Ace asked flippantly, “Guess what I saved?”
“That little heart-shaped sticker?”
Tiffany broke into their conversation. “What are you talking about, babe?”
Ryder looked from him to Tiffany and back again before replying cryptically, “You do not want to know, sweetness.” Glancing at Ace, he ordered sternly, “Go on and get out of here, you stupid fucker. I don’t need you corrupting my innocent little nurse. I want all her attention squarely on my junk, not yours.”
Tossing down this bar rag, Ace muttered, “Thanks, man. I owe you one.” His mind was already a million miles away, as he wandered out the door. The bite of cold hit him, even as the fading sunlight kissed his face. Zipping his leather jacket, he walked out to his assigned parking space.
Ryder was right about one thing. The hot redhead was the one and only woman who saw him as a man instead of just some sick fucker’s twin. That fact alone made her special.
Jumping onto his bike, images of the first time he met Doctor Barbara Reynolds flashed through his mind. Bringing down one hand, he adjusted his engorged cock. Thinking of her pretty, plump lips wrapped around his cock always gave him a chubby. Driving out to the college, he replayed their first meeting in his head.
~ Barbara ~
Closing the door behind the nice officer, Barbara headed upstairs to grab a quick shower. It bothered her that she didn’t have time to pick up the mess David had made of her front porch, but if she didn’t get moving, she’d be late for her first night class.
Peeling off her clothing, she tried to block the whole nasty scene from her mind. She’d lied to David about the man in an effort to push him away. She’d met a man all right. It was just that they hadn’t exactly had the opportunity to have sex.
Stepping beneath the warm cascade of water, her mind wandered back to the brief encounter.
She’d stopped by the office to have lunch with her best friend, Lynn Snyder. Lynn’s last patient was a big, handsome biker, and Barbra had pounced on him shamelessly. In her own defense, she’d gotten bored while waiting for her friend to finish up her rounds and hadn’t bumped into anyone that hot in her lifetime. Flirting with the scarred-up man might not have been the best decision in the world, but he was ten kinds of fun. In fact, he’d turned out to be the perfect way to blow off a little steam after getting her divorce paperwork in the mail the day before.
Somehow, he’d gotten the idea that she was his medical doctor. That was all kinds of cute. She’d noticed something interesting the moment she walked into the room. The two men with him were polar opposites of each other. One was evil personified, and the other seemed to be some kind of prankster. The prankster was in the injured man’s face when she stepped into the room.
She distinctly remembered commenting on that piece. “Hey, this is not the place for romance. Save the kissing for later.”
The poor man was laid-up with bandages wrapped crudely around his leg. His shoulder-length dark hair and dark-brown eyes set off his strong jawline. Even injured, he was breathtaking compared to the other two men in the room.
His startled eyes panicked for a second as he stammered. “What? We’re not gay.”
