Walker (Bowen Boys, #1)(11)

“You might not be able to tell him, but I f*cking don’t have a problem with it. She’s his mate.”

Khan staggered back and looked at both men. Walker was saying something to Dylan, but Khan couldn’t understand. His entire world had just narrowed down to a pinpoint.





Chapter Four


By the next morning, she was so sore she could barely hold her arms up without screaming. Her leg was pounding in pain, but she wasn’t going to stop. No pain, no gain was what she kept telling herself when she tried to lift her leg again. But as soon as it was off the bed, she did cry out and nearly screamed when the door crashed open to the room.

“What the hell is going on?” Dr. Bowen was standing before her in just a pair of boxers and the most beautiful body she’d ever seen. “Who is attacking you?”

“Get out.” She hated the way her voice sounded breathless and she pointed to the door again. “I told you yesterday I didn’t want to see you again…what the f*ck are you doing?”

He’d taken the covers from her and tossed them off. She glanced down at the blood soaked bandages and tried to get the blanket back over it when he tore them from her fingers and threw them on the floor.

“What have you been doing? You’ve opened the wounds again. Now I’m going to have to see what you’ve done.”

She tried not to stare at his body, but Christ, he was not giving her much choice. Even as pain riddled as she was, he was making her wish he would take off the rest of his clothes and join her in the big bed. He stopped suddenly and looked at her.

He looked…well, hungry came to mind, and she reached for the pillow next to her and covered herself with it. He didn’t move and neither did she for several seconds. When he came toward her she fully expected him to hit her and braced herself for the blow.

“Do you know what you do to me when you smell like that?” He was standing over her and she could see his cock harden beneath the shorts. “Caitlynne, if you don’t want me to join you in that bed, pain or no pain, you had better say something.”

She thought of a thousand ways to say “yes,” but only shook her head. He took a step back then another before he took a deep breath. He didn’t look any happier that far away than he had close up. And his cock seemed to agree with her about getting into bed with her.

“I want to leave. Today. Now.” He didn’t move, so she tried again. “I want to go home and I want, no, I demand that you take this thing out of me so I can go.”

“And what do you think will happen when you do leave? Do you think someone is going to help you around? How will you feed yourself? How will you move without help?”

She glared at him. “I’ve been shot before and I know how to take care of myself. I don’t need anyone to cater to my every whim.”

He looked shocked. She wasn’t sure if it was her tone or the fact that she’d been shot before. This time when he took a step, it was toward her again and he didn’t stop until he was almost on top of her.

“Who are you?”

She looked away, somehow knowing that he would know if she was lying.

“What is it you do that got you into the mess we found you in?”

The need to answer was nearly overwhelming. She looked back at him and frowned. “Nothing. When you found me it was because I was being a good Samaritan. I doubt I’ll go that route ever again.”

Walker dropped to his knees and when she tried to look away, he pulled her chin back to face him. He looked at her with such intensity that she felt his gaze all over her body. When his eyes seemed to center on her mouth, she licked her lips. His moan made her feel things she’d never felt before.

“I want to kiss you, Caitlynne.” Without thought to what that would mean for either of them, she leaned toward him when he pulled her toward him. “Caitlynne.”

First contact was a brush of his lips. The second, more. His hand moved to the back of her head and he took her lower lip into his mouth and suckled. She moaned this time; her entire being needed more from him. But he pulled back and she could only stare at him.

“As much as I’d like to take this to the very end, I’m afraid that you’re not up for it.” He kissed her again, this time longer; his tongue danced with hers. Then he lifted his head. “Christ, I would like nothing more than to bury myself deep in—”

The door opened and there stood Khan. She didn’t know why he’d been coming in, but he was on top of Walker in seconds. The two of them were going to kill each other if they weren’t stopped. One of them, or both, could get seriously hurt. She reached for the closest thing she could touch and held it in her hand, waiting for the moment she could use it.

The pitcher of water flew across the room. Her intent was to hit them both, but she only managed to hit Khan. And when it broke on his forehead, he fell back on the floor with a thud. She looked around for another weapon when Walker turned toward her. He was breathing hard and looked…well, she didn’t know what exactly was different about him, but he was bigger, it seemed.

“You all right?”

She nodded at his question.

“Good. Don’t move from that spot. I need to get help with him and I don’t want you to get cut.”

His voice was calm. She didn’t know how to react to it so she nodded again. Glancing at Khan when Walker stepped out of the room, she swung her legs off the side of the bed and tried to stand. She was getting her ass out of here. These people were certifiable.