Page 61 of Tick Tock, Boom!

“Please,” she moaned. “Don’t leave me again.”

I gripped her hips, thrusting up harder, losing myself in the heat and the ache and the damn desperation. I was close, so fucking close, and her pussy clenched around me like she wanted to keep me there forever.

Then everything went black.

I woke up with a choked grunt, my cock hard and twitching under the thin hospital sheet, my body screaming in pain.

“Fuck,” I groaned, gritting my teeth.

My right arm was raised in a damn sling above my head, the shoulder bandaged tight. My side felt like it had been kicked by a horse and dragged behind a truck.

I shifted slightly, adjusting myself with a wince.

“Jesus Christ! Don't tell me my dick got shot at too," I muttered.

A quiet snore pulled my attention to the side. Knuckles sat slumped in a chair in the corner, a half-empty can of soda balanced on his lap.

Riddick was in another chair, his boots kicked up on the end of the hospital bed, arms crossed like he had nothing better to do.

I was about to call out for someone when the door opened.Jameson strolled in, that deep penetrating scowl on his face. He held that familiar air of command his father had. The kind that brought comfort to those he protected, and fear to those who didn't know him.

He smirked, or at least it was an attempt at smirking. “You look like shit.”

“You always this charming when your brothers are half-dead?” I grunted.

Jameson stepped closer, eyes scanning the monitors, before his gaze dropped to the bulge I hadn’t managed to adjust fully. His brow arched.

“Well, damn. You happy or just happy to see me?”

I shot him a middle finger. “Fuck off.”

He chuckled and walked back to the door. “I’ll go get the doc. Try not to jerk off while I’m gone.”

Knuckles stirred and rubbed at his eyes. “You’re awake,” he said, voice gravelly.

“No thanks to you bastards.”

“Yeah, well, you're welcome. Took three of us to drag your heavy ass out of there.” He leaned forward. “That woman I told you about? From the roadside? She’s a nurse here.”

I froze. “What?”

“Yeah. Helped stitch you up. Pretty damn good at it too. I tried finding her after your surgery, but she dipped. Real quiet.”

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry.

“She, okay?”

Knuckles frowned. “Seemed a little… shaken. Like she’d seen a ghost.”

Before I could say more, Jameson came back in, this time with Dr. Hensley.

The doc glanced over the chart, not meeting my eyes. He had to ge a seedy shit to work with the likes of our men.

"When the hell can I get out of here?" I grunted, hating hospitals and everything that came along with them.

“If you can keep your ass in that bed for the next twenty-four hours, I’ll run the final tests, get you outta here. I don’t want your biker circus roaming my halls.”

“Understood,” Jameson said.

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