Page 47 of Breaking the Rules (Roaming Devils MC 1)

“I can’t sleep like this.” He stared at her. “Can we go back to your place?”

“You just had life-saving surgery. Maybe next week.”

“Come on.” He groaned. “You’re a doctor. I couldn’t find a better person to take care of me.”

She rubbed his leg. “Why did you do it?”

He laid his head back, obviously uncomfortable. “It was me or you. I’d choose me every fucking time.”

She licked her lips. “You shouldn’t have to choose.”

“Yeah. I know.” He shifted again. “I hate this fucking bed.”

“What do you need?”

“A stiff drink and an orgasm.”

“You’ll pop your staples.”

“It’d be worth it.”

She shook her head. “I can get you more pillows.”

“I don’t need more pillows.” He ripped one out from underneath him and threw it across the room. “I can check myself out, right? Give me the damn papers and I’ll sign them right now.”

“I’ll only do that if you can walk to the bathroom and use it by yourself.”

He threw the blankets back. She watched as he pushed up, mindless of the fucking hole in his stomach. He stood, his hospital gown gaping open and showing his firm ass as he walked to the bathroom. She followed him.

“You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“I’m fucking fine.” He stood at the toilet and relieved himself. “Get those papers.”

She shook her head. “I really think you need to stay and recuperate a little.”

“What I really need is to go home with you.” He glanced over at her when he was through. “I’m not completely rejecting medical care. I have you.”

“I’m still sick, too, you know.”

He washed his hands. “Yeah, you look it.”

She gave him a fake cough and he pulled her to him, crashing his lips against hers. Ella combed her fingers through his hair and held his head against hers. His tongue slipped into her mouth, stroking along her own. She had never felt so much tension released from her body. It was like a flood and she couldn’t control it.

“I’m not exactly sure I can hold your weight, but we can try it.” He chuckled as she rubbed against him.

“Don’t.” She shook her head.

Ryker brushed his fingers along her cheek. “I’m okay.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him to her. Ryker must have known that she needed comfort. His arms came around her as he pressed his face against her neck. She enjoyed the closeness. Loved how his warmth surrounded her.

“Can we leave now?” Ryker asked.

“You need to stay in the hospital. There is still a risk of infection and…”

“And I’m sleeping with a sexy doctor.”

She sighed. “I’m not going to win this, am I?”

“Probably not.” He squeezed her shoulders.

“Fine.” She moved away from him. “A week at my house. No club stuff. No leaving. I don’t care if the building is burning to the ground. You park your ass in that bed and don’t move.”

He saluted her. “Does that mean I get sponge baths from you?”

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