8
LOGAN
“ I t’s home day!”
As I stepped into the room, Bloom sprang off the hospital bed, his grin as wide as ever. A few weeks ago, he’d been unconscious, and it was hard to tell by looking at him, except for the subtle bulge of a bandage where we’d operated on him, then patched him up. With a dramatic flick of his hair over his shoulder, he gave me a mischievous grin that ended in a grimace. “You must think I look a hot mess. First thing I’m doing is dyeing my hair and painting my nails.”
“Hey, not so fast.” I caught him by the waist and pulled him gently toward me. “What’s the rush? You can’t even spare a second to kiss me?”
Bloom rolled his eyes but leaned in to press a kiss to my cheek. “Happy?”
“Not exactly.” I took his face between my hands and gave him a long, deep kiss with a serving of tongue. He melted against me, clutching the front of my shirt. With his free hand, he traced the outline of my semi behind the fly of my jeans.
“Now you’re in the mood.” I chuckled, placed another quick kiss on his lips, and stepped back, satisfied he looked dazed. He had a lopsided grin as though he was still heavily medicated.
“It’s all your fault.” He glanced over at the bed. “Can we…”
I quirked an eyebrow and crossed my arms. “I thought you wanted to leave as soon as you got your marching orders.”
“Logaaaan,” he whined, then slipped an arm through his shirt.
“Jesus, Bloom, don’t get completely naked.”
I helped him put his arm back inside his shirt and reached for the waistband of his cargo pants.
What the hell was I doing? Before this tempter walked into my life, I would never think of doing such a thing. I cared too much about my job and reputation. Around him, I lost all common sense.
Peeling his pants along with his underwear down to his thighs, I nudged him toward the bed. “Lean over it.”
I placed the chair under the door handle. Not that it would hide the reason we’d locked it, but at least we’d get a couple of minutes to be decent again before we bared all to some unsuspecting nurse.
Bloom spread his legs as wide as they could go, his shirt clutched in his hand and pulled up the small of his back. Fuck. If second thoughts had been creeping in, they completely vanished. The gentle swell of his ass and the provocative pose instantly put my cock in charge of my brain.
“Dammit,” I grumbled, unfastening my jeans.
“What is it?” He twitched his ass. “Hurry, Logan. It’s been so long.”
“We don’t have any lube.”
“I’ve taken you without it before.”
But that was different. Neither of us had known if we would make it out of the hospital alive. This time, all I had to do was wait until we got to the clubhouse to devour him. I’d stocked up on lube and other essentials we might need while I stayed with him.
“We have to make this quick or my reputation’s ruined.”
“I like the thought of me ruining your reputation.”
“Of course you do.” I smacked his ass lightly, and he moaned. Saliva—loads of saliva—took the function of lube. I slipped a finger, then another, inside him, slowly working him loose. “We have to be quick, and you can’t move around too much, okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m not a delicate flower, Logan. Just fuck me already. Sweet Satan, I wanna feel your cum dripping between my legs.”
His sweet pink hole opened up around the tip of my cock, his tight heat blinding me with lust. With great restraint, I kissed his neck instead of barreling inside him. “Breathe, sweetheart. You said you wanted it, so let me in.”
“Oooh, Logan.”
“That’s my boy.” Inch by inch, I worked my cock inside him with shallow thrusts. When he moved restlessly beneath me, I bit his neck and held on to his hips. “You stay right there and keep still.”
“I…can’t. So good, Logan. Why does it feel so good?”
“It doesn’t hurt, does it?”
He shook his head.
“Little liar.”
“Okay, a little, but it still feels good, I swear.”
“Then I’ll give you some more.” He moaned loudly as I pressed my cock deeper until I was fully seated. I released his right hip and placed my hand over his mouth. “Shh, you don’t want to let people know you’re being fucked, do you?”
He nodded, which should have turned me off but left me feeling possessive over him. His teeth sank into my palm, and I removed my hand, holding him by the neck instead.
“I’m not ashamed of being fucked by you. I used to think I would be, but I’m not. When we’re together like this, I love the way it makes me feel like you own me.”
“I do own you.” Huge red flags flashed before my eyes, but I gave up all pretense of caring. Bloom had unleashed something primal inside me, something that made order seem like chaos and the most bane things be pleasurable. “You’re mine, all mine.”
“Fuck, Logan.”
Careful not to jostle him too hard, I plunged slowly but deeply inside him, grinding against that spot that made him arch his back, pushing his hole out around my dick.
“Jesus. So perfect. Your body’s amazing, Bloom.”
His response was a low grunt, paired with the scrape of his fingernails on the sheets, pulling the material tight into his fists. His muscles were tense, his body straining under each thrust. I reached beneath him and took hold of his hard cock.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Shit.
“Fuck off!” Bloom yelled.
How could he be so rude? We were the ones engaged in the wrongdoing. I sucked on his neck and sped up. He was way too tight and needed more spit, but we were running out of time.
“You need to open the door this instant.” The handle jiggled. “Unless authorized, these doors should never be locked for safety reasons.”
“Ooh.” Bloom’s ass clenched around me, and he let out a gasp. I bit the insides of my cheek to repress my groan as a torrent swept through me.
The door handle clattered again, this time more insistently. I shot my load inside Bloom, and he did the same all over my hand and onto the bedsheet.
I stumbled back from Bloom, stifling my groan that I had no option but to wipe his cum on the sheet.
“Every—” I cleared my throat. “Everything is fine. Just give us a minute.”
“Dr…Collier?”
Just great. I was already being disciplined for my improper relationship with Bloom and my behavior during the hostage situation. What was adding one more topic for them to gossip about and crucify me for?
“Yes, it’s me. We’ll be out in a sec.”
“Come on, get dressed.” I pulled up his underwear and pants, then worked on mine. Wrinkles marred our clothes, and the smell of sex lingered in the air. Yup, we might open the door looking decent, but the cum on the bedsheets, the smell, and the slightly blissful look on Bloom’s flushed face couldn’t hide what we had done.
“Decent?” I asked him.
“Don’t think I’ve ever been decent.”
I laughed. Laughed. What the hell was wrong with me that I didn’t seem to comprehend that a coworker had caught me having sex with a patient? Well, technically, he already had his discharge paper signed. I just couldn’t summon the energy to care like I would have in the past. There was something freeing about not giving a damn.
The feeling could become addictive.
I removed the chair from behind the door and returned it to the spot next to the bed. An orderly whose name I didn’t remember entered the room, pushing a wheelchair. His gaze skittered around the room, anywhere but directly at us.
“I’m here to take Bloom downstairs.” He fumbled with the brakes on the wheelchair, eyes darting to the door as though eager for escape. “Hospital discharge protocols.”
“But I can walk. I’m perfectly fine,” Bloom said.
“It’s hospital policy, sweetheart. Don’t make things difficult for him.”
His grunt said he still thought the idea was stupid, but at least he sat.
“That’s a good boy.”
“I’ve got him.” I took over the wheelchair. The orderly’s mouth fell open. He twisted his hands and pursed his lips as though holding back what he wanted to say. He was probably worried about not following protocol, but protocol be damned. If I could have sex with Bloom while he was standing outside the door, I could push his wheelchair to the car.
I wheeled the wheelchair down the quiet corridor. The hospital staff we passed nodded and smiled. Hypocrites. They had never treated Bloom well when he was hanging around, stalking me, but as soon as he saved their lives, they couldn’t do enough to please him. They heaped praises on him, sent him fresh flowers and the best meals from the hospital kitchen.
We got into the elevator, and a slim figure darted inside before the door closed. Jamie. I groaned, slapping a hand on my face.
“Well, that’s rude.” He leaned against the elevator wall with his arms crossed over his chest. “I’ll have you know, Logan Collier, that people find me a fucking delight!”
“What?” I shrugged wide-eyed. “I said nothing.”
“I think we all know what that groan meant, Logan.”
“You, hush.” I stroked Bloom’s cheek with a finger in admonishment.
“Anyway, I am here for Bloom, not for you.” He made a show of turning to face Bloom while flashing me the finger.
“Quite classy, Dr. Dehaney. Real mature.”
“Thank you very much. Now, Bloom, don’t forget to follow your doctor’s instructions to the T. It’s not optional—unless he said it was. No letting Logan fold you in half when you fuck. He needs to take it gently for a while.”
Jamie smirked, eyebrow raised, as though challenging me to reprimand him for his blunt words. Warmth rose into my cheeks, but Bloom giggled—the hussy. One I could handle at a time. Both of them? Oh, dear god.
Two can play this game.
“Don’t worry, Dr. Dehaney. I am quite invested in Bloom’s recovery. There will be no more hanky-panky while he’s still healing.”
“What do you mean no more?” Jamie’s mouth fell open. He swept his gaze over me, then Bloom. “Oh my god, you didn’t.”
“I can assure you that they did,” the orderly muttered. “It’s against hospital policy.”
“Not if no one says anything.” Jamie let out a low wolf whistle and playfully punched me in the shoulder. “Why, Dr. Collier, I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“James, can you be proper for a minute?”
“Hah! Nothing proper about what you just did to Bloom.”
The elevator dinged, and I let out a breath of relief.
“James, don’t you have patients to attend to?” I pushed Bloom forward through the small throng gathered to get on after us.
“Just collecting a package Daddy Grimm sent me.” Jamie blew us a kiss. “Drive safely home. I’ll see you when I get off my shift in roughly four hours.”
There was no escaping him now that Bloom had moved back to the clubhouse. Although Jamie’s base was at the Smoky Vale clubhouse, they were always in each other’s space. Jamie had a beautiful heart, but he was nosy and way too invested in my romance. I’d never seen another man so happy that a colleague was getting laid on the regular.
Shaking my head, I pushed Bloom toward the exit.