Chapter Five
Grim
I groan, rolling over and wondering how the fuck my cock can still be hard. I took Jade over and over again. I’m actually kind of scared to look down at my dick. As much as I worked it last night, I’m afraid there might be a carpet burn or something. Then again, my Jade was fucking soaking wet every time I took her. Damn, just remembering that last time, with her tongue on my nipple, has me smiling and reaching to pull her to me.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” I yell into the room when I reach out and don’t touch my woman. I waste no time flying from the bed, only putting on boxers before running toward the common room. Maybe she got hungry and went to the kitchen? Maybe she went to find the women? I don't know where the hell she is, but I will spank her ass for leaving me when I find her.
“Hey Grim, oh holy fuck,” Halle says, stopping in her tracks when she sees me storming through the clubhouse.
“Where is she?” I ask, stomping around.
“Where is who?” Halle asks, looking over my chest.
“Better question. Where the fuck are your pants?” Loki asks, coming up behind Halle and placing his hands over her face as he reaches behind his back.
“Pull a knife on me right now, Loki, and I’ll use it to slide through your gut,” I warn him. He stares me down, but then I open my mouth to explain. “My woman is missing. I’m going to spank her ass.”
“Oh, she isn't missing. She left about forty minutes ago,” Halle supplies, trying to move her head and peek around Loki's hand.
“FUCK,” I roar, turning and heading back to my room. I’m going to find her. Fuck, how do I find her? I didn't ask her last name or anything. I need to talk to Halle. If she doesn't help me, I’ll go to Comp. I don't know what else to do. I know she works with hair. She has the smoothest dark skin I’ve ever felt or seen. Her golden eyes could see straight into my soul. I swear she fucked me so hard I lost the ability even to remember I had a brain, much less use it. I’m gonna have to sort my shit out if I have any hope of getting to work today. Speaking of work, my cell rings as I pull my cut over my black t-shirt.
“Dr. Adams, we need you to come in. Dr. Lester and Abcott both called out sick. You're the only doctor we got,” the nurse says as I pick up the phone.
Well fuck, it looks like my plans with my woman will have to wait. I rush to get dressed before hauling ass out of the room and heading for Comps' office.
“That's right, Wildflower. That one right there,” Comp says softly to his daughter Paisley. I smile at the tone he uses only with the kids. Rome is beside Paisley, looking at whatever game they are playing on the computer.
“You're doing so good, Paisley. You're the best at this game,” he says, encouraging her.
“You can't lie to me, Rome! I’ve seen you play. You're way better.” Paisley narrows her eyes at him. He gives her a sheepish smile before I clear my throat, interrupting.
“What's up, brother?” Comp asks, his tone gritty once again.
“I need you to get me everything you can on Robby Mullins,” I say stiffly, thinking about how I found Jade on the side of the road, her clothes ripped and shredded. Fuck, I'm still pissed.
“Yeah, I’ll have it to you asap,” he says simply.
“And let Swift know I’ll probably be gone for a bit. Apparently, I’m the only doc not down with some flu or something. So I got called in. Just giving you a heads up.”
“No problem, man. We’ll hold the fort down. I’ll let Prez know,” he says, and I give him a nod before kissing Paisley on the head and patting Rome on the shoulder. Then I'm rushing to my bike and to the hospital.
When I get there, it's nothing but chaos. Straight madness. The ER is full to capacity. We’re not only down a few doctors, but nurses as well. A particular strand of the flu has been circulating that even the annual shot can’t fight. That means it’ll be more than a few days before I see the light of day again. I’ll spend the next two weeks in this hospital, and I’m already in a pissy mood.
I didn't get my morning meal from my woman. Fuck, the paradise that's between her legs would have been my source of life to get me through this shitty-ass situation. Now, I have to wait two fucking weeks to track her ass down. She better be ready when I finally find her, because she ain't getting away this time.
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Three weeks later, it's my turn to lie in my bed, groaning and dying. It turns out the flu decided I was its next target, and it's doing its best to kill me. I’ve had it for a week, and it's only now getting better.
“Oh, stop with the fucking whining. You men act like such babies when you're sick. Doctors are even worse than that, I swear. Rae and Paisley got over this shit in three days. You better get healthy soon, or I'm carving out your vocal cords so we can't hear the crying,” Halle threatens, dropping a tray of food on the bed.
“Anyone ever told you your bedside manner is both the worst I’ve ever heard and the scariest?” I mumble.
“Do I look like a fucking nurse? I like taking lives, buddy, not saving them,” Halle says, placing her hands on her hips. “Oh, I could probably pull off a sexy nurse. With the funny-looking hat with the cross on the top and everything.” She pulls out her phone to find a costume for her and Loki’s fun times, I’m sure.
“Wouldn't you burst into flames or something?” I ask her.
“Why the fuck would I go up in flames?” she asks, not looking up from her phone.
“You know, the cross being anywhere near your devil ass.” If I weren't so sick and not thinking right, I would have realized Halle might just kill me for a comment like that. She looks up from her phone slowly, and I wish I could take the words back, or I at least had some kind of weapon to defend my balls. Instead, she surprises me.
“You might be right. Best to skip the hat.”
Close call avoided.
“So, when’ll you give me Jade's last name or phone number? When I get out of this bed, the first thing I'm doing is finding my woman,” I say. We’ve been having this argument for over a week now, and I know her answer before she says it.
“If she wanted you to have it, she would have given it to you. I'm no snitch, and I ain’t ratting out my girl,” she replies, just like I knew she would. I close my eyes and lean my head back on the pillow.
“I will tell you Rome is getting his hair trimmed tomorrow. Jade is his hairstylist.”
She just gave me a crumb. That means I’m that much closer to finding the pie, and I'm damn well going to be eating all my pie very soon and then chaining her sweet ass to my bed.