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“Thanks.” I shoved the bag in my back pocket. Now that things were calming down, I started worrying about more practical shit. To Celt, I said, “Can you bring some more clothes for him?”
My brother gave a single nod and turned on his heel. “See if he’s got any in the bike bags and text me what you need.”
Before Doc could turn away, I grabbed his wrist. “Did you get his name?”
“Oh, yeah. Said it’s Wilde. His wallet’s on your bedside table. License says Jane Wilde.” One bushy brow went up. “Bet there’s a story there. Though nothing about him says he’s got a drop of estrogen in his system.”
I shut and locked the door behind them. As Celt’s bike rumbled away, I flipped off the outside lights. I leaned my forehead against the door and closed my eyes, exhaustion coming over me. Jane Wilde, I thought on a sigh, remembering his almost clear blue eyes framed in wet, dark lashes looking at me as if I were his last hope in the world. Something in my gut twisted, felt heavy, and if I’d admit it, the thought of those eyes sent a zinging sensation through my bloodstream. I turned around, pressed my back against the door, and rolled my eyes.
Seriously, Bou? He’s hurt. Get your shit together.
As I stood there, fighting exhaustion, a loud moan resonated from the striking, but damaged man currently lying in my bed.
6
Wilde
Coming to felt like trying to surface from the bottom of a murky lake with concrete blocks on my feet. I moaned and blinked my heavy eyes open, but the fuckers wanted to close again immediately. Damnit, I hated being that out of fucking control.
When I peeled my eyelids open and looked down at my leg which had been left uncovered. I let out a long groan. Goatee had fucking casted my leg and put my arm in a sling. How the hell was I supposed to ride?
My shirt was gone. Jacket too. I lifted the blanket with one hand and looked at my naked ass underneath. Where the fuck were my jeans? I didn’t believe in undies, so this could be a problem. I glanced over to a sheet bundled on the floor. Hell, maybe they were in there. I threw off the blanket and attempted to get out of bed when she appeared in the doorway. Her hair swung over one shoulder in dark waves as she came to a stop. Memories of last night flashed through my mind.
This dark-haired angel had saved me, but how? I took in her slight frame and tried to piece together the events of last night. My dreams had been riddled with her, or maybe they had been real. I didn’t know what parts of last night I’d imagined in my drug-fueled state. I couldn’t even remember her name... or if she’d told me that little detail. Our eyes locked into place like a hammer being cocked. Speaking of cock, mine jumped to attention. At least that part of me was still working. Modesty was never my gig, but she had pulled me out of the ditch. Somewhere in my numbed brain, I thought the gorgeous woman with legs that I’d kill to feel wrapped around my waist deserved a bit more respect than the groupie whores that hung around the MC back in LA. I draped the blanket between my legs.
“Oh, no you don’t.” She rushed over, either not seeing my physical response to her or disregarding it. “Your ass is staying in bed. Doc’s orders.”
“Nope. I’m leaving. Now.” I held the blanket in place and dragged my heavy leg toward the side of the bed.
She let out an audible sigh and rolled her eyes. My cock twitched again. She could roll those dark eyes at me any-fucking-day of the week. No sooner had the thought popped into my head then I started seeing stars. Guess there wasn’t enough blood to support both heads, because the room lurched, sending me toppling to the side.
“Damn men,” she grumbled as she rushed over and straightened my body into a horizontal position—a position in which I could very well imagine her lithe body straddling mine.
But this head cloud needed to go. I’d done my share of weed and blow, but this was jacked.
The woman ranted, “You’re not going anywhere tonight despite what you or my brother say. You’re in no shape to walk, let alone ride, and your bike needs some serious work first.” She paused, then looked down at my left leg. “Plus, you can’t shift with that cast.”
I tilted my head back on the pillow and ground my teeth. She was right, but I couldn’t stay here. If the gang following me came back, she’d pay for saving me with her life. Her brows dropped and her plump lips pursed in frustration as she grabbed the blanket and tucked me in, hesitating at the tent action below my waist.
Ah, so she did notice. Good. “Can’t help it. Me naked and such a stunning woman taking care of me.”
She scoffed and stood, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re in no shape for that either.”
I sighed. “Maybe not. Where’s the doc?” I looked down at my good arm, the arm where I’d been stuck. The needle wasn’t there anymore, thank fuck, but I still felt like I’d just stepped off the Tilt-A-Whirl.
“Doc’s gone. He’ll be back when it’s light out to check on you.”
I threw my arm over my forehead and eyes to block out the overhead light and the sight of her. I needed my cock to stand down so I could think straight, and her being there wasn’t helping. “What the hell did the doc give me anyway?”
A few steps echoed in the room before the light flipped off. A few more, and a softer one glowed beside me. I turned my head to look over at her.
She twisted her lips to one side, then said, “I don’t know what he knocked you out with. Are you in pain now?”
“Nah,” I lied, still trying to keep my macho image in front of her.
“I have pills for you for when the pain comes back. Just let me know.”
“Riiiight,” I said, not wanting anymore drugs. I wasn’t about drowning my pains. Just had to face the fuckery and get on with it. Life was nothing but pain anyway, and this wouldn’t be any different. “He say how long I’ll be down?”
