A rhythmic beeping slowly woke me from rest. My eyes peeled open to see the hottest piece of ass I'd ever seen. Her short blonde hair glowed brightly and her blue eyes sparkled at me. I could get lost in those for hours. She was dressed in a white lab coat that was unbuttoned at the top to show just enough cleavage. I didn't remember sleeping with a scientist last night. But there was a first time for everything.
I looked around and realized I was laying in the middle of a hospital room.
The blinds were closed, only letting in a sliver of sunlight. The beeping noise I heard earlier was coming from the monitor next to me. The room had that classic sterile smell that haunted every hospital. A tube ran from my arm to a IV pouch hanging on a coat rack. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. The doctor noticed me and quickly brought out a pen flashlight.
“Don't try to move yet. I don't want you to pull out your stitches,” she softly said.
Wait...stitches? What happened to me last night? I tried to remember but my head was a blank. It felt like another blackout from being too drunk.
“Follow my pen with your eyes.” She leaned in closer and I got a whiff of her addictive flowery perfume. She drew a line across my face with the flashlight and I tried my best to follow it. “Good job, Breaker.”
I wanted to hear her moan my name as I plunged into her.
She poured me a cup of water from a pitcher and brought it to my lips. The water rejuvenated my throat and mouth, bringing me back to life. Her hand grabbed my wrist and a static shock jolted through me. My heart raced at her touch. What the fuck was going on?
The doctor looked confused as she watched the monitor. “We might need to run some tests on your heart.”
“What happened?” My voice was gravelly as the words came out.
Dagger was standing in the doorway with the rest of the MC. “You are one tough son of a bitch, Breaker.”
I tried to sit up but my arms were so weak. “Take it easy,” the beautiful doctor said, lowering me back down onto the bed.
“I'll leave you guys alone to visit but don't strain him too much. He needs his rest.”
“Don't worry, Doc, we'll watch over him,” Dagger said.
The doctor gave me one last look before she left. I didn't want her to go. The pulsing in my pants was telling me to make her wrap her lips around my length until I flooded her mouth.
Mike, the Sgt-at-Arms, came over to my bedside. He was the biggest out of all of us—almost 6'4'' and strong as an ox. We liked to call him our big oaf.
“What happened?” I choked out.
Big Mike laughed heartily. “You don't remember?”
I shook my head.
Emily came through the crowd and held my hand. She was what you would call our den mother. Her arms were sleeved in tattoos and her long brown hair looked like it hadn't been brushed in ages. She dated Pain, the President, for years and decided to stick around after they broke up. Now she took care of us. “Honey, you were in a bar fight and got stabbed. We thought we lost you.”
The memories of the Stinky Goat came rushing back—the hot redhead, the bloody brawl, the knife in my back. My blood began to boil.
Emily put her hand on my chest to calm me down. “The doctor told us you lost a lot of blood but the wounds weren't serious. You're going to be fine.”
My muscles relaxed and my heart beat slowed back to normal. I lay back down on the hospital bed and let out a sigh. Everything was going to be okay.
Pain came up and shook my hand. His horn-rimmed glasses gave him a sophisticated look while his gray hairs gave away his age. “Rest up, Breaker. We want you back as soon as possible.”
“I feel good. Let's go home.” I sat up and the room began to spin—a feeling I was all too familiar with. I stood up and steadied myself. My knees were wobbly and my legs weak. I took a step and Dagger had to hold my arm to keep me from crashing down.
“What's going on in here?” The blonde doctor rushed into the room and grabbed my arm away from Dagger.
“I feel good, Doc. It's time to go home.” Her hand on my arm felt nice.
“Over my dead body,” she said with conviction. The doctor grit her teeth and flared her nostrils. This was one woman shouldn't be trifled with. Kind of reminded me of Emily.
I put my hands up in the air. “I surrender, doc. Sorry guys but it might be a couple days until I'm out of here.”
The doctor helped me lay down on the bed, placing my head gently on the hard pillow. Emily came over and kissed me on the forehead, leaving a red lipstick mark. “Get some rest, Breaker. And listen to the doctor.”
I smiled at her. Emily really was a mother to me. “Yes, Ma'am.”
The MC left the room, waving goodbye and slapping my legs. The doctor checked my vitals and I stared at her. She had a slender figure but her large white coat hid any evidence of it. Her name plate on her left breast said: Dr. Holmes.
“Your vitals are getting better. But we still need to do some tests.”
“Dr. Holmes eh? Any relation to the famous detective.”
The doctor sneered at me. “Like I haven't heard that one before.”
I laughed and could feel the stitches in my back pulling at my skin. “What's your first name?”
She cocked her head to the side and looked at me funny. Like nobody had every wondered her name before. “It's Natalie. But you can call me Dr. Holmes.”
“Well Natalie, I'm Breaker. It's nice to meet you. Thank you for saving my life.” I lifted my hand out for her to shake. Natalie ignored my polite gesture and checked the monitor next to me. She didn't like my defiant attitude. Not yet at least.
“If the tests look good tomorrow. You'll be able to go home,” Natalie said, walking to the doorway.
“Thanks again, Natalie.” My smile turned to seriousness. “Thank you again for saving my life. I owe you one.”
Natalie was about to leave without a reply but poked her head back in. “Your welcome, Breaker,” she said, without making eye contact.
I rested my head against the pillow and grinned. Who was this woman?
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Days passed and I was still stuck in the hospital. I didn't see much of Dr. Holmes except for her to tell me that I needed more tests done. What the fuck could they still be testing?
But Nurse Fiona and I were seeing a lot of each other. She came into the room almost every ten minutes to check in on me. Her short brunette hair was tied back into a little ponytail that let her beautiful face glow. Her playful flirting was more than just flirting. I could tell by her flushed cheeks that I could have her any moment I wanted. Bending her over the small bed and taking her from behind was just what I needed. But I still didn't have all my strength back yet.
The best time of the day: sponge bath.
Nurse Fiona popped into the room. “Ready for your bath, Breaker?”
“Do I have a choice?”
Fiona giggled and brought over the sponge and bucket. I sat up and Fiona undid my backless hospital gown. She dunked the sponge into the warm water and ringed it out. Fiona ran the rough sponge across my back, massaging my skin. I let out a guttural moan and shut my eyes. My erection began to grow between my legs as Fiona ran the sponge across my chest. The blood drained from my head and filled my stiff shaft.
“That feels really good, Nurse.”
“Oh does it now?” she replied. “Does this feel good?” She ran the sponge down below the sheet covering my waist. Fiona reached the base of my erection and washed around it. My heart beat began to race, the monitor next to me beeping faster and faster. All Fiona had to do was wrap her fingers around my shaft and stroke me. I'd spray cum instantly all over her hands.
Fiona eyed me deviously, the sponge rubbing up against my shaft. Oh fuck yes. She's going to give me a handjob.
I waited patiently as her hand disappeared under the sheet. I closed my eyes...a knock at the door interrupted us. Fiona instantly withdrew her hand and grabbed the sponge. Dammit!
Doctor Holmes walked in. “Everything going all right in here, Nurse?”
“Yes, Doctor. Just giving the patient a sponge bath.”
I winked at Natalie. The white sheet barely covered my body—my erection clearly defined. “It might take the both of you to clean this body.” The doctor rolled her eyes. She really had heard it all. I was going to have to take my normal charm up a notch.
“I think Breaker is clean enough, Nurse. Mr. Jacoby in room five needs a bath too.”
Fiona sulked as she left the room. My throbbing member missed her already. Natalie flicked the light switch, drenching the room in darkness. “Get some rest, Breaker.”
I put my hands behind my head and lay on the pillow. “Yes, Ma'am.”
But first I needed to take care of the pressing need under the sheets.