Chapter 4
Rose
I squeeze my eyes tight as I slowly wake, the morning sun blaring through my window, and I groan, “Dammit, I forgot to shut my blinds,” as I move to get up, but I freeze, feeling a little cold air on my breasts, and my eyes spring open as last night comes back to me hard.
“Oh my….” I gasp as the fine specimen of a man whose name I don’t even know lifts my left leg above my head and thrusts deep inside me, and I throw my head back with pleasure as he hits a spot I didn’t even know existed.
Okay, so I may now see what Donna meant about sex because with the right guy.
Six orgasms, something I have never had before, and it was amazing. Heck, my body is tingling, wanting it again and again.
I swallow hard and look to my left to see the bed empty, and a pit in my stomach fills me, something like regret. Not for last night because it was well, it was everything, all four times, but because I didn’t even get his name, let alone his number.
When he gripped my hips last night, I knew it was the guy who walked into the hallway. I got the same feeling I did as he disappeared for an hour, and the way Donna grinned.
I sigh as I slowly get up, my body aching deliciously, and walking past my torn dress, I go to my bathroom to quickly empty my bladder and brush my teeth.
We didn’t use protection last night, I’m covered, I’m on the pill, but still, it was reckless. Even though he doesn’t seem like the type, I think I need to get checked out.
I couldn’t exactly ask him if he’s clean halfway through sex, and now he is gone, left, like one-night stands usually do.
The regret builds, but I swallow it down and do my business, trying to convince my subconscious that one night is okay.
It freaking isn’t.
I walk out of my bedroom ten minutes later wearing leggings and a crop top, my hair in a messy bun.
I need food before I do a little bit of cleaning. I need to regretfully change the sheets, then I can get ready to go meet my sister.
I try to see her at least three times a week, keeping that sisterly bond alive, much to my parents' happiness. They lucked out really, because Kimmy and I never fought. Even now, she’s a teenager but so grown-up for her age, and my best friend.
I pause as I hit my living area and look into my small open kitchen, and my mouth parts a little.
A back full of tattoos, jeans hung low on his hips, the guy from last night is currently at my stove, making breakfast.
He’s here, he’s still here!
My heart races and I literally swallow my tongue with surprise and lust because seriously, a shirtless ripped man making breakfast and covered in tattoos at that… It’s a girl's dream.
“You’re still here,” I state the obvious, gaining the man's attention.
He turns his head my way with a smirk, his piercing blue eyes that I can get lost in, sparkling with humor. He takes in my attire, and lust shines, making me want to squeeze my thighs together as my clit throbs, but I push the need away.
He smiles and says, “Morning, red,” and my mouth parts in shock, and I question, “Red?”
He grins wider, his whole face lighting up as he admits, “It suits you,” and nods to my now curly red hair in the messy bun, the hour Donna took straightening it didn’t last through the night.
Licking my bottom lip, not really knowing how to navigate this, I walk towards the breakfast bar and ask, “I thought one-night stands usually disappear during the night?”
Honestly, I don’t really know what else to say. I’m happy he’s here, but I’m pretty sure it isn’t the norm.
He laughs and asks, “Do you have many one-night stands?”
He looks my way for a second, and I notice a glint in his eye, maybe jealousy?
No, that can’t be right.
I shake my head before scrunching my nose as I take a seat and admit, “I had one in college, gave him my virginity because according to my friend Donna who was with me last night, it was time. That and the Kappa boys at the university went through a phase of betting each other. Girls ended up raped… long story short, it was bad, so no I don’t normally have one-night stands.
You are actually the first guy I slept with since that fateful and trying to be forgetful night. ”
I clamp my mouth shut. Crap, I said too much, and by the grin he’s giving me, he knows I didn’t mean to word vomit.
Chuckling, he dishes up scrambled eggs and pancakes and asks, “And was I bad?”
I can feel my cheeks heating with a blush because we both know he wasn’t, not by the orgasms he gave me. He chuckles again as I slightly shake my head, my words suddenly drying up as I picture him between my legs, something I hadn’t experienced before.
Grinning hottie puts a plate in front of me, then a plate opposite me, before taking a seat, and then he holds his tattooed hand out and says, “Cage.”
I feel my pulse race, and gently, I take his hand, electric sparks flying as soon as his skin touches mine. I swallow my gasp that wants to escape before I whisper, “Rose,” and he nods, his eyes looking at me intently, eyes I can get lost in.
Yep, pretty sure one-night stands don’t end like this.
Cage bites his bottom lip before he admits, “I want to date you,” shocking me.
I choke, “One-night stands definitely do not end up like this,” bringing out my thoughts, and he chuckles before he says, “Twenty-one questions, red. Any siblings?”
I giggle at his diversion of how we’re doing this, I can’t help it. Instead of just letting go of my hand, Cage grabs my other, intertwines our fingers, then places them on the counter as he picks up his fork like it is the most normal thing ever.
I grin because you know what, yeah, we’re doing this, and I reply, “One, Kimberly, she’s fifteen and my little fighter. You?”
His lips tilt as I take a bite of his delicious food and moan because wow, and he admits, “A sister too, she’s twenty-one and a pain in the ass.”
I laugh, “She can’t be that bad?”
He hums and admits, “No, she is and always was. She has a thing for my uh friend and won’t take no for an answer.”
I wince and reply, “Yeah, I’m lucky with Kimmy, she’s my best friend.”
He smiles softly before he asks, “What about a job? What do you do?”
I grin wide as I admit, “I’m a pediatric nurse,” and his brows hit his hairline as I admit, “I want to study further and become a pediatric cardiology nurse, to help kids like my sister. At the moment I’m content at Wincher Hospital though.
Donna works in the ER, and the rest of the staff are amazing. ”
He furrows his brows and confirms, “Your sister has a heart condition?”
I nod as I swallow some pancake before I explain, “She had a hole in her heart, a condition called ventricular septal defect that is normally picked up either during pregnancy or after giving birth but Kimmy’s wasn’t.
In some kids, the hole closes on their own and don’t need much medical assistance but unfortunately with Kimmy, that wasn’t the case.
She was a year old when I found her blue in her crib. ”
“Fuck,” he chokes in shock, “How old were you?”
“Nine,” I admit, wiggling my nose, “and I’ve been Kimmy’s protector ever since.”
Cage looks at me softly before he asks, “So you know a Dr. Conners then?”
I nod, again swallowing my food as he takes a bite of bacon, and I admit, “I do, though he works mainly with Donna unless he’s on nights, then he’ll sometimes be on my floor. You know him?”
Cage clears his throat before admitting, “I grew up with him, we’re uh, good friends, like brothers. He messaged me last night at the club and said, ‘You’re welcome.”
Cage raises a brow, and I know my cheeks are heating again.
So, Dr. Conners knew we’d click, huh?
Shaking my head, I admit, “I didn’t want to go to the club.”
“Not your scene?” he confirms, and I shake my head and confess, “Not really, but Donna thought I needed to go, and Dr. Conners convinced me. The man can be scary sometimes.”
Cage tenses and asks, “Is it the cut?”
I chuckle and deny, “No,” as I put my fork on my now-empty plate, my stomach full.
I admit, “My first day at the hospital, he came in on his bike and I asked what it said on his vest,” Cage winces and I hum and say, “Yeah, the look he gave me scared the little crap out of me, I thought I was going to shit my pants then and there. He gave me the same look last night when Donna blabbed that I didn’t want to go to the club that he owns. ”
Cage laughs, and I grin wide before he tilts his head and asks, “So you’re good with the club then?”
I smile and nod and admit, “I am, my dad, he’s close with a brother,” I frown, “What’s his name, uh…. Damn, I can’t remember, I normally call him Mr. Garcia.”
Cage’s mouth parts a little before he says, “Butch, his name's Butch.”
“That’s the one,” I say with a smile, and Cage laughs a little, shaking his head, and I ask, “I take it you’re close with the club?”
He clears his throat, not making eye contact for a minute, which is weird, before he nods and admits, “I uh, I run the night club for them,” and I smile and nod.
Guess he was worried about what I thought about him being affiliated with the Rebels, and honestly, I don’t mind.
Every brother I’ve met so far has been sweet, and the amount of good they do in town makes them good in my books, plus, my dad is friends with some of the brothers, so they can’t be that bad.
Shaking his head Cage leans forward and asks, “What does your day look like today,” changing the subject but I don’t mind as I smile automatically and admit, “I’m meeting my little sister at the mall at one so she can spend my entire pay check,” and he grins wide before asking, “What days are you working this week? I want to take you out on a date.”
I melt as I lean forward a little bit, my heart pounding at how easy it is to talk to him, showing it wasn’t just sexual chemistry between us. We begin talking shifts, arranging a night when he can take me out, just him and me, and I, for one, am looking forward to it.