Claiming Crusher (Savage Brothers MC #4)(89)

“Then let’s get to our new home. We have a lot of work to do.”

“Work? Zander the house was completely done and our furniture was moved in two days ago! We can’t work, the club is coming over tomorrow. I need a day to relax.”

“Sorry Hellcat, but you don’t get that today. I’m on a mission.”

“A mission? Already? Are you going out of town?”

“Nope. I’m going to f*ck my woman in every room of our new home. Then I’m going to eat her sweet little snatch outside under the stars by the water until she begs me to stop.”

Heat and electricity run through my body at his words.

“Well what are you waiting for, Cowboy? I ask him grabbing a suitcase, which he takes out of my hand, while grabbing the other one. I let him get away with it. I’ve learned with Zander to just let the he-man tendencies take over—they usually lead to really good places.

“You just want me for my dick,” he grumbles walking out of our old bedroom.

“Well that and your tongue…” I joke.

“I’ll show you my tongue, damn it.”

“I’m counting on it Cowboy, I’m counting on it.”

The End

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Trusting Bull




By: Jordan Marie





Chapter 1


Skye


I look at the man on my exam table. I shouldn’t be attracted to him. I mean he’s good looking, so he would catch any woman’s eye. He’s tall and has arm porn that would make any woman weak in the knees. He’s got an aura of danger about him and a bad boy vibe that goes on for miles. That’s not why I shouldn’t be interested in him though. No, that reason is pretty much summed up in one sentence.

“You have gonorrhea, Mr. Kane.”

“That’s not f*cking possible.”

“I’m afraid it is, the good news, is that despite your lapse in judgment, it is curable. However, I would suggest we test you for other sexually transmitted diseases including HIV.”

“I don’t f*cking have AIDS lady.”

I frown at his reply. It’s not the first time I’ve dealt with a belligerent patient, but after working for thirty-six hours straight, I’m just not in the mood.

“Mr. Kane, have you or have you not been having sex?”

“Yes doctor, but I always wrap my shit up. So I’m telling you, your goddamn diagnosis is wrong. Now how about you get your ass out there and find me someone who knows what the f*ck they are doing around here.”

I hold my head down and let out a big breath. I rub the tension headache behind starting at my temple. I really should have tried to do my residency in New York. I stupidly thought the small town atmosphere of London, Kentucky was what I wanted.

I’d like to say my next actions are because I am tired, or the fact that I’m on my period. I’d also like to think it is because of this patient’s crappy attitude. Still, I know the truth. The truth is Mr. Kane hit a sore spot. I’m vain enough to admit it. His words too closely relate to the chewing out the chief resident gave me this morning. The reason I was hauled onto the carpet wasn’t my fault, but a mistake by a nurse. Yet, since the resident in question is busy banging said nurse, I got the fall out. So, with Mr. Kane’s words, I can’t hold back. I don’t even try. I snap.

“I do know what I’m doing. I absolutely know, Mr. Kane. The fact that you’ve had sex with someone who has gonorrhea, upped your chances of getting the disease. Now if you did in fact wrap it up, then possibly you didn’t when you gave or received oral sex. Perhaps you had one night of drunken sex and forgot to wrap your shit up, as you so colorfully stated. I do not know how or with whom you transmitted the disease. What I do know is you have in fact got gonorrhea, or more commonly referred to as the clap, if that helps. So what’s going to happen, Mr. Kane, is simple. You can keep a civil tongue in that pretty boy head of yours when speaking to me and be thankful that you do just have gonorrhea, or you can leave. Now, I will warn you, if you choose to leave that foul discharge that you’ve kept hidden that keeps leaking out of your penis, will only get worse. That burning sensation you have when you urinate, will only increase. Those swollen glands along your neck, will only get worse. What I suggest you do instead Mr. Kane, is step up.”

He looks at me strangely. I can’t say as I blame him. In fact, had my chief resident walked in during my speech, I would be in major hot water. However, he didn’t and I’m tired, plus Mr. Kane is the last patient that stands before me and a much needed three days off. So instead of practicing caution, I forge ahead.

“Pretty boy?” He asks. “Did you just call me a pretty boy?”

“I told you to step up. Take your medicine like a grown man, without belittling those of us who are trying to ensure you receive quality medical care. Take tests to confirm you don’t have something worse and finally, make a list of your sexual partners and find out where you contracted the disease and make sure they get treated so that the cycle ends.”

“You just called me pretty boy,” he repeats and I try not to blush.