Chapter 10 Black Widow #2
He smiles. “February twenty-eight two thousand and three.”
“Address and phone number?”
We fill in all his personal information and I’m about to turn to the next form when we get called.
“Tucker Prescott? Follow me to bay number three.”
Colsen and I rise from our chairs too.
“Just one person with the patient, please.” The member of staff says.
I’m about to ask Colsen if he doesn’t mind letting me go, but Tucker precedes me.
“I want Taryn, please.”
“That’s fine. I’ll wait out here, ok?”
I squeeze Colsen’s hard as steel biceps. “Thanks.”
“A nurse will be with you very shortly,” the guy says, ushering us to a small bay with a bed and privacy curtains separating it from the rest of the ER stations.
As Tucker sits on the bed, the nurse turns to me. “Can I have your forms?”
I don’t offer him the clipboard. “We were just finishing filling the forms.”
The man’s lips twitch in displeasure. “Fine. Please have them ready ASAP.”
He grumbles something about how people complain about the waiting times to be treated but take forever to fill the forms.
“Sunny personality.” I mutter.
To my surprise, Tucker is supportive of the medical staff.
“It isn’t his fault. Star Cove Hospital is understaffed.
The college has been expanding in recent years and they can’t seem to hire doctors, nurses and admin staff fast enough.
The current staff are asked to do a lot of double shifts, so he’s probably just overworked and tired. ”
“Interesting.” I muse. “Maybe if I don’t get selected for the cheer team, I could sit the board exam here and get a nursing job.”
Despite his paleness, Tucker’s blue eyes glitter at my words. “Then I’d get hurt more often so we can play doctor together.”
I shake my head, unable to resist chuckling. “You know you don’t have to get hurt to get my attention, right? I was having a really good time before I shot you in the leg.”
“Really?” he smiles.
“Yeah.”
Tucker takes my hand, pulling me closer until I’m standing between his muscular thighs.
Despite his sitting on the hospital bed, he’s still a full head taller than me.
“Then maybe we could start practicing. There’s something that would make me feel a lot better right about now.”
I walk right into it. “What is that?”
He smiles. “A kiss from the hottest nurse in town.”
I’m tempted. Very tempted. I’ve been looking forward to kissing Tucker, but I was hoping our first kiss would be a little more romantic than this.
“Maybe later.” I say as softly as I can. “I want to, but the nurse could get here any second. Besides, we have to finish up these forms.”
He goes from sexy as hell to cute when he pouts. “Fine. But do you promise I’ll get my kiss if I’m good here?”
“I promise. But now stop distracting me.”
The next question on the form is a description of the incident.
That’s easy enough, since I caused it.
“Ok, last question before the section that has to be completed by your medical professional. On a scale from one to ten, describe your pain level right now.”
Tucker thinks about it for a second. “I would say it’s about a six…ty-nine.”
It takes me a second to get his innuendo.
“Tucker!” My laugh comes out more like a snort as I hit his broad chest with the clipboard.
“Sorry, baby.” He pulls me closer, so that our chests are touching and I can feel something hard against my stomach. “I should have warned you that pain makes me horny.”
Oh God. Maybe it makes me horny too. My clit is pulsing with need, and I debate if I should give him that kiss he so desperately wants. “Does it?” I sound breathless even to my own ear.
“Not really.” He chuckles. “You make me horny. I’ve been thinking about eating you out all night. And I wouldn’t be mad if you wanted to wrap those pretty lips of yours around my cock.”
Yes, please.
Judging by the way the throbbing between my legs increases at Tucker’s words, my body is definitely in on the plan.
I’ve never been so excited in my life. Tucker and Colsen have a strange effect on me. They make me feel so alive and wild, even a little reckless.
My fingers trace his perfect jaw, playing with the blond stubble that has started to grow on his clean-shaven face. “Maybe just a little kiss… at least for now.” I whisper.
Tucker’s smile widens. “Fuck yeah. And then you can nurse me back to health, maybe? You could come over and spend the night. If you want.”
I don’t tell him that I was hoping to invite him and Colsen to my room. “Maybe. Let’s get your leg taken care of and then I could tuck you in.”
He doesn’t skip a beat. “I want you in my bed, Taryn.”
I like that he doesn’t play games and says exactly what he wants.
“And you know, about what I just said, the sixty-nine stuff. That can be on the table, but only if you want. I promise I can be a gentleman and we can go as fast or as slow as you want.”
His words do nothing to calm the butterflies in my stomach; but they’re the good kind of butterflies. “We can go home and see where the night takes us?” I smile, closing almost all the distance between us.
“That sounds perfect. But I believe you promised me a kiss?”
My eyes go to his soft looking lips.
“I did.” I whisper, keeping my hand on his jaw and leaning in.
“What insane prank put you in my emergency room tonight, Tucker?”
The feminine voice is accompanied by the sliding of one of the privacy curtains, and I jump away from Tucker just a second before our lips had the chance to touch.
A blonde woman with intense blue eyes enters the bay. She’s in purple scrubs, and I know she’s related to Tucker and Talia even before he wails.
“Mom?”
Tucker’s mother steps into the bay, closing the curtain behind her.
“You’re bleeding. Let me see what the damage is .”
Tucker explains what happened, but leaves out the fact that I’m responsible for the stray bullet.
“Thank you for convincing my son to come here,” she says to me. Tucker tells his mom that I think he needs stitches.
“Taryn is a nurse too, but I hope she’s wrong this time. I would do anything in my power to avoid the experience.”
“You’re a good friend for not abandoning him to his own devices.
” His mom says, after removing the dressing and ignoring her son’s shudder when she checks the wound.
“And you know what you’re talking about because you’re one hundred percent right.
This needs at least six or seven stitches, possibly more.
By the way, I’m Lexi Prescott. Nice to meet you, Taryn. ”
I shake the hand she offers me after removing one of her gloves. “Nice to meet you too, ma’am.”
Liz’s smile is uncannily similar to her son’s. “Call me Liz, please.”
I would love to return her smile if I weren’t feeling awful about my part in this situation. “Liz, I… there’s something I have to tell you. Maybe I’m not that good a friend to Tucker, even though I swear I didn’t mean to shoot him.”
“That’s one of the funniest things I’ve ever heard.” She laughs after I come clean, adding the detail Tucker left out of his story. “And if you two ended up dating, it would make for one hell of a meet cute.”
If my mom said something like that to someone I just met, I admit I would be very embarrassed.
Not Tucker, though. “If I have any choice in the matter, Taryn and I will definitely date.”
Liz’s smile widens. “Let’s get my son stitched up then, and hopefully you can go back to whatever kids do these days on a date.”