Torch (Phoenix MC #6)

One

L ife in hospital fucking sucked, well, except for one delightful little bright spot in my days. You’d think it’d be my brothers from the club, even though they’re mostly assholes, but no. It’s her.

She was a doctor, and we’d crossed paths several times, what with me having a bike accident recently, and then being stabbed and left for dead. She didn’t like me on that first occasion, and she was no closer now either, with me being her patient off and on for two weeks, but I could win her over. It was all about personal charm, and she wouldn’t be able to resist mine in the end.

“Morning, gorgeous,” I murmured as she stepped up beside me, her brisk doctorly manner giving me one hell of a boner, just like it had done any time I wasn’t in so much pain that it was impossible. I was going to be released any day now, and I couldn’t wait to put all my efforts into getting her into my bed, and under me, while she took every thrust of my dick.

“My name is Dr Adams, as well you know, Mr North,” she sniped, checking some shit on that tablet screen of hers, before checking something on a beeping machine beside me.

“You call me Torch, and I’ll call you Doc, sexy, you know the deal.”

She rolled her eyes, and I loved the sight of it, wanting to be the one making those eyes roll for another, far better reason.

“Well, I see no reason why we can’t release you tomorrow. For a man who came in here looking like a block of Swiss cheese, you’re healing well.”

I felt a grin lift my lips, even as I smoothed the bedding to try and cover my dick, which was standing to attention like it did every time she came anywhere near me. Her eyes flicked down to watch my hand, as it adjusted the bedding, and a soft sigh left her lips, before she looked at her tablet again, her head shaking slowly.

“I’m sure a sexual deviant like you can’t wait to get back out there, so you can try these lines on all the women you probably think you’ll get.” Ouch . Where’d that come from?

“Someone sounds jealous, darlin’, but don’t forget what I said. You want my cock, and it’s yours, babe. I’ll fucking plough your tight pussy until you’re creaming all over me.”

Her cheeks darkened deeply, and she let out a ragged breath, before she rolled her eyes again.

“I certainly won’t miss the sexual harassment once you get discharged, Mr North.”

I shrugged easily. “Won’t have to, because I’m not staying away now, gorgeous. I’ll keep at you until you give in and ride me like I ride my bike.”

She closed the tablet cover and straightened up, her blush fading slightly as she forced herself to replace that look of fucking desperate need with the blank doctor face she wore for everyone else.

“I’ll recommend your release in the morning, Mr North. Try not to harass the nurses between now and then. Good luck with the rest of your recovery.”

I caught her wrist as she stepped back, and her eyes fell on my skin against hers before she tugged at my grip. I wasn’t back to full strength yet, but I could keep hold of her without hurting her. Our eyes met then, and I dragged her back to the bed, surprised when she took one step, and then another, until she was right beside me.

“You’re not gonna come and say goodbye? No goodbye kiss for me? I’ve been such a good patient, haven’t I? Haven’t I done everything you asked?”

The doc let out a husky laugh, shaking her head slowly again.

“You know you’ve been a nightmare, Mr North. Hitting on me relentlessly, demeaning me with your words, and harassment, and the unsavoury monikers you keep using for me. How exactly is that doing what I ask?”

Fuck yeah, keep talking to me in that soft sexy voice, and I’ll probably paint the bed with my cum.

“I told you before, you want me takin’ orders from you, you just have to say, baby. I’ll bend over and let you whip me, or whatever you want. Just fucking say the word.”

“Nice, I always knew you were a pussy,” Micro said from the doorway, smirking at me and completely fucking up the moment I’d been trying for.

“Get lost, assface,” I hissed, trying unsuccessfully to keep her in my grip. I felt my shoulders slump, as the sexy doc pulled back and glanced over at my brother, the one who’d get a black eye as soon as I was back on form.

“I was just advising Mr North that he’ll be released in the morning. Try to keep him out of my hospital, please,” she addressed Micro as she edged past him and left the room. Fuck! He couldn’t have waited five more fucking minutes?

“I had no idea you were the kinda guy who liked his woman to be in charge, bro. You like getting fucked with a strap-on too?” The bastard couldn’t take a hint, dropping his large frame into the chair by my bed.

“Your timing sucks ass, man. You couldn’t have stayed out of the way for a few more minutes? She was coming around.”

“Sounds like you were the one trying to come, bro.”

“You cock-blocking son of a fucker. You didn’t even bring me a coffee, did you?”

Micro snorted, shoving up out of the chair, and loping to the door.

“Jesus, you’re a whiny bitch. Lemme go get you that drink before you start to cry or some shit.”

Grace

T hank god that biker turned up when he did, because every time I had to go and check on that guy, it was like my inhibitions all disappeared on me, along with all sense of propriety. He was my patient. And a biker, a criminal, exactly the wrong kind of man for someone like me.

Most importantly though, he was my patient. Doctors weren’t supposed to fraternise with patients, and I wasn’t about to break the rules for someone like him.

I leaned against the wall around the corner from his room, and breathed slowly, trying to forget that tingle of desire between my legs, because I really did find him sexy. There was something about him, a vulnerability he tried so hard to cover up with smart mouthed comments, and sexual innuendos. And the moment one of his biker brothers showed up, that attitude was ramped up tenfold, and I lost that thread of humanity in him that I was so attracted to.

I’d gone home after shifts, thinking about him, and eventually riding my fingers or my B.o.B, while I imagined him being the one thrusting deep inside me. Clearly I’d gone so long without sex that I was just fantasising about the first bad boy that came along.

I straightened up, nodding at another doctor as he strode by, a curious look on his face. He wasn’t one I knew, but I realised how I must look, some wanton whore draped against the wall like she was in heat, and desperate for a man to satisfy her.

I had to stop lusting over the wrong kind of guy, the ones who’d break my heart after sleeping with me, or drag me down into their desperate mess of a life.

“Dr Adams? Can you take a look at this for me? The patient’s refusing a biopsy, but I think it’s needed.” It was one of the newer doctors, so I was glad she took the initiative to ask. I was new here too, but not new to being a doctor, so I always helped support the others with the experience of my years in the field.

“Sure, let’s go see them, but remember there may be a specific reason they’re afraid to have a biopsy. Do they suffer from health anxiety, for example?” I always asked that question, because that was my deep dark secret. Crippling health anxiety that made me avoid medical appointments, or treatments, even though I knew they were important.

Knowing the truth about medical facts, and ailments was a terrifying thing for a person who suffered from health anxiety. Worse than googling symptoms, was knowing exactly what they might mean, and what the worst case scenario would be. Our minds always went straight to the worst case scenario, so I felt like I was particularly sympathetic to those who suffered the same mental ailment as me. If only there was a damn cure for it.

On the way to meet Dr Aisling’s patient, I crossed paths with that snarky biker again, carrying two cups of coffee from the machine. He gave me a lascivious look as he drew level with me.

“You’re way too hot for him, doc. Gimme a call when you want a real man, yeah?”

Ugh, I shot him my fiercest glare as I passed him without a word, but I wasn’t sure if he even got the message. At least with Danny North, or Torch as he kept insisting I call him, I had a feeling he’d eventually accept it if I gave him a clear message to leave me alone. I wasn’t sure enough of any of his biker brothers to have the same restraint in the same situation.