Chapter Three

Shannon

 

What the hell had I done? What was I still doing? I fucked a patient. In his hospital bed. I was going to lose my job. My nursing license. I was going to lose everything because he was hot?

 

I should have invested in a solid vibrator. Maybe he wouldn’t have such a strong pull on me. But when he’d turned his dark eyes on me and told me to lock the door. Not ask, not suggest, but told me. My knees weakened.

 

I’d never felt something like that before.

 

Something was wrong with me.

 

“I’m not doing that again,” I said to him when he reminded me I had promised him anything if he would let me come. What had he expected? He’d dragged me right to the damn edge and was trying to deny me release. Of course I promised him anything. I was intoxicated on lust.

 

He laughed. A deep sound that vibrated through his chest. I scooted back and managed to untangle myself from him and the bed, nearly losing my shoe in the process. I hadn’t even finished undressing before I jumped on him. How embarrassing!

 

“No, sweetheart, nothing like that.” He sat up, wincing slightly when he put too much pressure on his injured arm. He should have been resting, not fucking me. Hell, with the bruised ribs, he shouldn’t have been able to fuck me. Who was this guy?

 

“Shannon. My name is Shannon.” I worked my legs back into my panties and scrub pants.

 

“Pretty. I’m Noah, although I kinda like when you call me Midnight.” He smirked.

 

“You heard us?” I asked, jogging around the bed to find my scrub top and pull my bra back into place.

 

His mouth kicked up again, showing off his neatly spaced white teeth. “That other nurse kept calling me that when she was in here earlier.”

 

“Why didn’t you let us know you were awake?” I pulled the top over my head.

 

He was still naked and sitting up in bed, his wonderful abs on full display, along with his inked-up masculine chest and long, thick cock that now lay on his thigh, still wet from our fucking.

 

I averted my gaze. Looking at his dick was not going to make me feel better or get me out of the room with his promise not to tell anyone.

 

“I wasn’t ready just yet. And as soon as I’m awake, the cops will come asking questions. But now…” He swung his legs over the bed and got to his feet. “Now I have you. So, I can get the hell out of here without worrying about all that.”

 

I worked on getting my bun back in order but stopped when he started looking under the bed.

 

“What does that mean?” I asked. “And what are you looking for?”

 

“My damn clothes,” he barked out, waving a hand in the air with annoyance.

 

“They’re locked up. You didn’t have anyone here with you, and we don’t just leave them—”

 

“Fine. First thing, go get my clothes.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the door.

 

“No. You need to get back in bed.”

 

He spun me until I was face to chin with him. He cupped my chin and pushed it back. “Where’s my good girl?” he asked with a devilish grin. “Get my clothes and come back. You’ll need to show me out of here, so I don’t walk into any unwanted people.”

 

“I won’t do that.” I shook my head and tried to pull free.

 

He bent lower. “You will do that, sweetheart. And you’ll do it now.” He unlocked the door and gave me a shove towards it. “I’m going to watch from this window. Now hurry.”

 

His jaw muscles flexed, the darkness in his gaze unnerving, so I just nodded. Patients leave against medical advice all the time. This is no different, I repeated to myself, even though it was a lie.

 

“I’ll just get the papers—”

 

“No papers. Just get my clothes.”

 

“Okay.” I nodded again and ran out the door.

 

It took no time to find his bag and head back to the room, choosing to ignore all the warnings blasting in my head for going along with his scheme. Obviously, he was in some sort of trouble, and now I was helping. Did that make me an accessory after the fact?

 

“Hey, Shannon. You okay?” Tracy called out to me from the station. “What are you doing?”

 

I shook my head and waved her away. “Nothing. I’ll be right there.”

 

I hurried up and got back into his room, shoving the bag at him. “Tracy will be here in a second,” I warned him and turned to leave.

 

He pushed me to the side and locked the door. “Not a problem.”

 

He dumped out the contents of the bag and grabbed his jeans. His shirt had been cut away when they brought him in, leaving it unwearable, so he threw it to the side and picked up the leather vest covered in patches and a large logo on the back.

 

Death Angels.

 

“You’re in the Death Angels,” I said, backing up against the door. I knew I should have left him alone.

 

He finished shoving his feet into his boots. “Yeah. You said my bike is gone. What about you? You have a car?”

 

“Me?” I squeaked out. One time I give in to carnal pleasure. One time I go outside the box of what I know is right, and it has to be with a member of the Death Angels.

 

“Shannon, I’m nothing to be afraid of,” he tried to assure me as he buckled his belt. His large hands working the thick leather of the belt didn’t appease my fear at all. “Unless you don’t listen, then you should be afraid.” He gave me another one of his devil grins. “Now, let’s go.”

 

He swiped his hand through his hair and unlocked the door just as Tracy showed up.

 

“Hey. Oh. You’re up.” She looked from him to me. I might as well have had an ‘I just fucked him’ sign blinking over my head which would be as red as my face.

 

“Yeah, I’m up. And I’m going.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me along with him.

 

I tried to call back to Tracy, but his stride was too large, and I had to jog to keep up with him.

 

He pressed the down arrow button for the elevator, and the doors slid open immediately. Apparently, even inanimate objects obeyed him.

 

The doors closed with Tracy already running back to the nurse’s station.

 

“She’s going to call security,” I warned him, hoping he would see the light and just let me go when the doors reopened.

 

“Well…” He felt around his jeans, and a slow grin crossed his lips. “Good thing I still have this.” He pulled out a knife and opened it until the thick blade protruded from the deep blue handle.

 

“Noah.” I backed away, but where did I think I was going to go?

 

The doors slid open, and sure as hell, two security guards stood outside. Noah moved quickly, grabbing me and pulling me in front of him and pressing the blade to my neck.

 

“Everyone just relax,” one of the guards said, motioning for everyone to stay calm. Easy enough for him; it wasn’t his neck literally on the line.

 

“I’m completely relaxed. What I’m not, is outside. So, you two just get the fuck out of my way, and we’ll be right as rain.” Noah stepped out of the elevator and started walking backward. “Where’s the exit?” he asked in my ear.

 

It occurred to me that I could lie, or just not tell him. More than likely, he wouldn’t hurt me. I didn’t think he would, not really. Would he? But I didn’t want him heading off to jail either. Although he wasn’t exactly a knight in shining armor, he’d given me one hell of a shift.

 

“Down the hall to the right. It’s the motor pool.”

 

He pressed the knife a little harder, and I yelped. It was enough to keep the guard back. I stepped backward with him, feeling the heat of his chest pressed against my back. We made it outside, the guards following us but at a safe distance.

 

The night shift in a small town. A perfect time for an escape.

 

He pounded on an ambulance until the driver hopped out. He took one look at me and backed away, not even trying to play the hero. Thanks, guy.

 

“Get in.” Noah shoved me through the open door.

 

“You don’t need me,” I tried to say, but he smacked my ass hard. I was more stunned by that than I was when he shoved me harder, and I bounded into the passenger seat. I was barely able to sit upright before he had the ambulance in gear and was hauling out of the motor pool.

 

“You can’t just steal a damn ambulance,” I yelled and hit the dashboard.

 

He gave me a cool look. “Let me give you a few rules, sweetheart. One, you don’t yell at me. Two, you don’t throw temper tantrums around me. And three, you do what I say.”

 

My jaw dropped. What the actual hell did he just say to me? “You’re crazy and a fucking lunatic.” I looked at the side view mirror.

 

“Aren’t they the same thing?” he asked with a grin. He took a turn hard, and I bumped my head on the window. “Hey, strap in. I don’t need you hurt.” He leaned over while still manhandling the rig to stay straight and pulled at my seatbelt.

 

I pushed his hands away and got the belt settled in the buckle. “The cops are going to find you. They won’t just let you steal an ambulance.” I was trying again to make him see reason.

 

“I don’t really care. I just need to get into the next county.” He sped up onto the on-ramp for the highway. “Once we’re there, we’ll sleep till morning then figure out what’s next.”

 

“What’s next? I’m going to lose my job because of you, that’s what’s next,” I snapped.

 

“Nah, I stole you, remember?” He grinned at me again.

 

I ignored him. No sirens followed us. Could the cops in this small ass town really be this lazy? They couldn’t find a stolen ambulance? Didn’t these things have a GPS? I fiddled with my necklace. It was a calming gesture, to hold St. Jude in my hands. The saint for lost causes. I looked over at Noah. Even his profile was panty-melting. He was probably as close to a lost cause as I’d ever seen.

 

My grandmother gave me the St. Jude necklace when I moved out to the damn small town and put my nursing degree to work. I figured it was her way of watching out for me when she couldn’t be there to do it herself.

 

“They impounded your bike,” I said when the silence stretched too long.

 

He nodded. “I’m sure they did. Do you know if they found anything?”

 

“What? Like a bunch of guns or drugs?” I shot at him but cowered back a bit when his jaw tensed. “Not that I know of. The police wanted to talk to you about the accident, but they weren’t in a hurry about it.”

 

“Good.” He nodded, picking up speed. “Almost there.”

 

“Almost where?” I wanted to whine and scream. I wanted to kick the dash.

 

“Relax, sweetheart.” He reached over the rig and patted my knee. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He flashed me another grin. “At least not in any way you won’t like.”

 

I scoffed at him and turned away. What the hell did that mean? I wasn’t going to bother asking. He would just come up with something arrogant to say and set my temper off. And I didn’t need to tempt him into doing any of the dark, mischievous things that sinister smile suggested.

 

If only that damn smile didn’t set my body on fire. If only my head would get back on straight and think how to get out of this mess.

 

I knew better. I shouldn’t have done what he said in that room. No matter how much I burned for his touch. I’d acted like such a whore. I groaned. What was I going to tell Tracy? She would never let me live this down. Not that I should be allowed to. I didn’t just fuck a patient. I fucked a patient who had injuries, who shouldn’t have been out of bed. Of who I didn’t even know his full name!

 

“Whatever wheels you have spinning in that pretty head of yours, stop. You didn’t do anything wrong.” He patted my knee again, this time letting his hand rest there. I felt the heat of his flesh through my scrubs.

 

“Right.” I moved my knee, pretending like I wanted him to stop touching me, but he laughed. He could read me too damn well. It needed to stop.

 

He turned off the highway and took us down a long country road. I couldn’t tell exactly where we were with the darkness of night shrouding the area, but we weren’t in town anymore. That was for sure. Too many cornfields.

 

After a few more minutes of driving, he drove the ambulance off the main road and headed down a dirt path. The rig barely fit, and the tree limbs from the wooded area hit along the side and top of the vehicle.

 

“Okay, here we are.” He made another turn and parked the ambulance in a small clearing and turned off the ignition.

 

For a long moment, we sat in silence, the loud chirping of the crickets outside slowly invading the space between us.

 

“And where is here?” I asked, more annoyed than ever.

 

“We’ll spend the night here, then figure everything out in the morning,” he replied, working his way out of his chair and climbing to the back of the rig.

 

I followed him with irritation and a desperate need to get away from him. He was too dangerous. Too appealing.

 

“No.” I climbed into the back where he’d already started to sit on the stabilized gurney.

 

A dark eyebrow raised. “No?”

 

“Yeah. No. I’m not staying here with you. I’m not staying another minute with you.” I looked around and found the cabinet I hoped had what I needed. I would only get one chance. Yanking the secured door open, I dug around and found the sedative.

 

“What are you doing?” he asked, standing up from the gurney.

 

“Just getting you something to help with the pain.” It wasn’t a complete lie. Once he was out, he would feel much better. So, would I.

 

I started to draw up the clear liquid into the syringe, but he reached around me and snagged it. I turned to get it back, but he’d already read the label. His eyes darkened when they turned back to me, his fingers whitening as he gripped the bottle. I still had the syringe in my hand.

 

“Don’t even—”

 

I didn’t think. I lunged, aiming for his neck. I had no choice. I had to get away from him.

 

He easily dodged my attempt and grabbed my wrist. Wrenching it behind my back, he threw me face down over the edge of the gurney. I heard the bottle hit the back door and assumed he threw it. I wiggled, trying to push up with one hand, but I was no match for him. Pressing his body over mine, he squeezed the air out of my lungs.

 

“You really shouldn’t have done that.” His hand yanked at my scrub bottoms. Gripping the elastic band, he pulled them down to my knees. I doubled my efforts to free myself of him.

 

“I’m sorry. Just let me go!” I cried out, angry and scared. So scared.

 

“You were a bad girl, Shannon,” he said.

 

I froze. The hard edge I would expect from an angry man wasn’t there. His voice was low and soft. He sounded almost… disappointed.

 

“I’m sorry,” I said softly. “Please. I’ll – just, let me up.”

 

He kissed my cheek, nuzzling his nose behind my ear. The stubble of his light beard scratched against my skin.

 

“Do you know what happens to bad girls? What I do to a naughty girl?” he asked, but it didn’t sound like he wanted an answer. And I wasn’t really looking for one either. The sultry tone and his hard cock pressed against my now bare ass gave me an idea of what he did.

 

“You fuck them?” I replied with some hope. I didn’t think he would rape me. Hell, even with my fear pounding in my ears, I already felt my pussy getting slick for him.

 

He chuckled in my ear, the warmth of his breath hitting my face. “Fucking is a reward, sweetheart. And you were a bad girl.” His hand snaked between my legs and dragged upward until he found my pussy. He laughed again. “But it seems like you enjoy being bad.”

 

“No. I don’t. Noah, I just want to go home.” I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out when his fingers slid into my entrance.

 

“And you will. But you need to be punished.” His fingers left me, leaving a void behind. He pushed off of me. “Stay there,” he ordered with a harsh tone. Still no uncontrolled anger, just a sternness that sent my insides aflame.

 

I heard his belt jangle. What was he doing? He just said he wasn’t going to fuck me. The belt whished through the loops of his jeans.

 

“Have you ever been spanked before, Shannon?” he asked.

 

My mouth went dry. When I turned my head to look at him, he had the belt folded over in his hand. Standing with his legs spread, his hard chest showing through the opening of his leather vest, and the disciplined look on his face, he should have terrified me. But he didn’t. If anything, I wanted his touch even more.

 

What the fuck was wrong with me? Two hours with this man and every bit of my character was changing.

 

“Noah,” I said instead of answering.

 

“You’ll call me sir while I’m punishing you.” He pointed the belt at me. “Answer my question.”

 

I swallowed hard, trying to get my heart to slow the hell down so I could think. “No, sir,” I whispered.

 

“Then this is really going to suck for you.” He’d said it with a smile, like he was going to enjoy it even more because of how bad it would be for me. “Hope you learn your lesson this time and I don’t have to repeat it in the morning.”

 

I closed my eyes and turned away. I didn’t want to see his smug look anymore. I wanted to push off the gurney and try to run for the door. Maybe I would get out of the rig and away from him, but with my pants around my ankles, he’d catch me in a few strides.

 

“I don’t want this,” I whispered, only half telling the truth.

 

“I didn’t want to be attacked, but I was. You were naughty.”

 

His hand was pressed flat against the small of my back, just before the first lick of the belt struck. I kicked out my leg and screamed with the fire burning brightly across both cheeks.

 

“No,” I yelled and tried to buck up. But all he had to do was put more pressure on me, and I was immobilized.

 

His only response was to bring the belt down again. And again. I wiggled and cried. I flung my hands back, trying to protect my ass, but he gathered them both in his big paw and completely restrained me for my punishment. The fire burned, crisscrossing over my cheeks as he relentlessly punished me. I kicked my legs, but it was useless.

 

“Such a naughty girl,” I heard him say between licks. “That’s it. Take your spanking,” he added when I stopped struggling.

 

Tears burned my eyes and fell down my cheeks while he continued to spank me with his belt. Once I stopped fighting him, the lashes came slower, softer.

 

“I’m sorry I tried to hurt you, sir,” I whimpered when he pulled the belt back again.

 

He held still.

 

“I just wanted to go home, and you – I was scared.” I pressed my forehead into the foam mattress and took a shuddering breath.

 

He released my hands, but I didn’t move them. I’d finish taking what he was going to give me. He hadn’t tried to hurt me, not once since the moment he opened his eyes in that hospital bed, but I hadn’t shown him the same kindness. He had made no threat of hurting me either unless I was bad. And trying to drug a man made me a bad girl.

 

His bad girl.

 

I shifted my feet until they were flat on the floor and lifted my ass, willing to take what he would give me next and knowing, somehow, that he wouldn’t go too far.

 

“Fuck,” I heard him say on an exhale. “There’s my good girl.”

 

He wouldn’t be too merciful though. He brought the belt down three more times, and I took each lash with a grunt and shed a new tear.

 

“You’ll be good now? No more tantrums, no more telling me no, and no more trying to hurt me?” He’d emphasized each question with another smack but used his hand instead of the belt. It still hurt – the force of his hand – but the connection to him was greater. He was touching me.

 

I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

 

My ass burned like I’d just sat on a hot iron. It throbbed like it had a heart of its own. I wanted to see the damage, see how bad it looked, but I wouldn’t move until he said it was okay.

 

His zipper lowered. Looking back over my shoulder, I saw him pull out his long, thick cock and fist it.

 

“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart. And prop that ass up. Fuck you look so hot with my belt marks all over your fucking ass.”

 

He slapped my ass again, but hard enough to really hurt. I wiggled my feet apart as far as I could with my pants still restraining me. He leaned over my back and ran his tongue up my cheek, licking away the tears.

 

“Delicious,” he said and kissed me. A warm, sensual kiss that worked its way down my body, right to my clit.

 

I needed him. More than when we were at the hospital. More than I’d ever needed anyone before. I arched my back, pressing my ass against his hardness and he chuckled.

 

“Okay, okay, sweetheart. You were a good girl taking your punishment, now you’ll get your reward. Reach back and spread your ass cheeks for me,” he ordered.

 

Could I really do that? Open myself like that to him?

 

“You don’t want to go back to disobeying, do you?” he warned, with a hand pressed against my ass.

 

“No, sir,” I whispered and reached back, pulling my heated cheeks apart.

 

“That’s a good girl,” he whispered and thrust into my passage.

 

I moaned with the invasion, welcoming the stretch and the burn of his cock. The need almost met, I pushed back against him. Matching his movements, stroke for stroke. He gripped my hip with one hand and snaked the other around my waist and found my clit. Just a light touch was enough to send me into a frenzy, but when he pinched down and sent the entire electric current through my body, I didn’t stand a chance.

 

“I need to come! Please! May I come? Please, Noah. Sir, please!” I was babbling, begging and pleading for the release.

 

He kissed the back of my neck. “Good girl. You can come.”

 

With his permission, his fingers tightening on my clit, and his cock thrusting harder and harder into me, the nerve fibers in my body exploded. I bucked back against him, wanting every thick inch of him, wanting it to burn and hurt and hurl me through my orgasm.

 

“Good girl, good girl,” he chanted, releasing my clit and grabbing my hair.

 

He pulled my head back, still holding my hip and rode me until his own release took him over. One hard push and he grunted in an animalistic way. Hot cum filled me again. Each throb of his cock sent a shiver through me. I’d never been so connected to another person before.

 

He slowly let go of my hair and took a small step back, falling out of my pussy. He reached around me and grabbed something from one of the cabinets over my head. I stayed that way, bent over and half-naked, while he wiped me clean with a cloth he’d found.

 

“We’re going to spend the night here, Shannon.”

 

He helped me to stand back up and pulled my pants back up for me. The fabric scratched against my sore bottom and I reached back to rub away the sting, but he caught my hands.

 

“Spanked bottoms don’t get rubbed. Now be a good girl and lay down. Let’s get some sleep.” He grabbed my face and kissed me. The most tender kiss he’d given me yet. “You need rest because I’m going to want to fuck you again real soon, sweetheart.”

 

“Yes, sir,” I whispered.