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  “You don’t want to hurt me, do you, sweetheart?” I asked, with a wink. Scooting back on the bed, I managed to get the fucking hospital gown off of me and patted my thighs. “Get those pants and panties off and get up here. I want you to ride me. Hard, sweetheart. Real hard.”

  She shoved the scrubs down and kicked them off one of her feet. Still with her shoes on, and her pants dangling from one of her legs, she hopped up on the bed and straddled me.

  Fuck. I could smell her pussy. Needing a touch, I reached between her toned legs and found her slick and hot for me. She was clean-shaven, just one little strip of blonde hair trailing up from her mound.

  She moaned when I found her clit, my finger circling it in sensual motions, over and over again, until her chest heaved and her hips began to gyrate into my hand. This girl was pure heaven. I could still see the hesitation, the innocence just below the surface, but we were getting somewhere.

  I couldn’t wait anymore. Maybe it was the way she smelled, or how seductive her innocent smile was, I didn’t know. What I did know was that I needed to get my cock in her hot little pussy now. I gripped her hips and positioned my cock at her entrance.

  “Look at me,” I demanded with a growl, and her wide blue eyes met mine.

  In one swift, powerful thrust I entered her. Not giving her a second to adjust to my girth, I held onto her hips and drove upward again.

  “You’re… Oh… Hell… Your ribs,” she said in a jumbled whisper. “Let me.” She shoved my shoulders. I let her have her way, but only because she leaned forward and stuffed those glorious breasts in my face, then began to bounce on my cock.

  Up and down, up and down. I felt her pussy clenching around my shaft, driving me forward to the edge. Too fast; she took me there too quick. I usually had more control than that, but for some reason, this girl was different. She was turning me on in ways I couldn’t remember any other woman accomplishing.

  Sliding my hands between our bodies, I found her swollen clit again. “Lean back.” I gave her a shove and waited until she obeyed before I moved my hand. Once she arched her back, and her tits were in full view, I rubbed her clit harder while fucking her in a slow rhythm. “Do you want to come, sweetheart?”

  “Oh, yes, yes.” She rode me harder, grinding her pussy into me with each new stroke.

  “Beg pretty, sweetheart,” I ordered, keeping my self-control intact.

  “Please, uh… Midnight. Please. Please let me come. Please. I’ll do anything.” Her head tilted, exposing her neck.

  I wrapped a hand around her throat, careful not to pull on the thin chain she wore. “Anything?” She had no idea what she was agreeing to, but I didn’t give a shit. I never said I was a good guy. Hell, I don’t think I even told her my fucking name.

  “Yes. Please.” She began to grind harder.

  “Pretty please?”

  “Yes!” she gasped out. Her attempt at fury made me laugh. Even when she was being adorable, she was being fuckable.

  “Say it, sweetheart. I can’t let you until you do.”

  “Pretty please. Please. With a fucking cherry on top!” She smacked my chest and kept riding. If she were my girl, I’d throw her over my knee for slapping me like that, but she wasn’t my girl. She was just my nurse. My fucking hot nurse that was scratching an itch.

  “Come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel that pussy drip down my cock.” I sat up enough to grab her nipple with my teeth and sucked.

  She cried out, and I covered her mouth with my hand to stifle the cry – last thing we needed was some night security fuck checking in on us. Her pussy gripped me hard, and the flood of juices ran over my cock, dragging me right into my own ecstasy. Letting go of her mouth, I grabbed her hips and held her tight as I drove up into her, over and over, until every last bit of my orgasm receded.

  Throwing myself back against the pillows, I gulped in air. I’d fucked women before, with plenty of one-time encounters, but when I opened my eyes and found her staring down at me, with those surprised, overwhelmed eyes, I didn’t ignore it. Not this time.

  I pulled her down to my chest, wiggling my hips until I was free from her pussy and she rolled to my side. I kissed her temple and let her settle into my chest. She’d never done this before. I knew it, she didn’t need to say it. But she’d done it now.

  With me.

  “Now, about that anything you owe me.”

  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 h
eat 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.