Tanner:A Black Widow MC Romance(5)
“Thanks again, Grace.” My smile turned to seriousness. “Thank you again for saving my life. I owe you one.”
Grace was about to leave without a reply but poked her head back in. “Your welcome, Tanner,” she said, without making eye contact.
I rested my head against the pillow and grinned. Who was this woman?
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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 brunette hair was tied back into a 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.
The best time of the day: sponge bath.
Nurse Fiona popped into the room. “Ready for your bath, Tanner?”
“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 and 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 come 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...and 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 Grace. 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 Tanner 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. Grace flicked the light switch, drenching the room in darkness. “Get some rest, Tanner.”
I put my hands behind my head and lay on the pillow. “Yes, Ma'am.”
Chapter Four
Grace
My stomach grumbled as I made my rounds. It had been eight hours since I'd eaten anything of substance. Food would have to wait. I couldn't believe it was only last night when I operated on Tanner King. I barely got enough time to myself before I had to go back to work.
Mr. Jacoby in room five was constantly pooping himself but finally stopped. Nurse Fiona will be cleaning crap off the floor for days. I still had a couple patients to see before I could finally take a break.
I opened the door to the oldest patient I had. He fell down in the shower and broke his hip in two places. Luckily his dog barked up a storm and a neighbor called 911.
“Hello George, how is your hip doing?” I checked the monitor and he seemed fine.
“Oh sweetheart, I feel like a million bucks. I could get up and we could dance the night away.” George tried to show me his moves while laying down. “I know a nice club a few blocks from here. They're open pretty late on Saturdays.”
“Maybe another time, George.” I put my stethoscope on and rested the bell on his chest. His heart was old but healthy. “Sounds good, George.”
“Fit as a fiddle, Doc.” His wrinkly skin stretched into a smile.
I chuckled. “I'll check in on you later.”
He blew me a kiss. “Bye sweetheart.”
I left his room and checked my clipboard. Tanner King in room three needed to be looked at. Flashes of his tattooed chest ran across my mind. Goosebumps formed on my skin and a shiver ran up my mind. Why was I so scared to see him?
I peeked into room three and Mr. King was still sleeping. Thank god. I walked in and checked his vitals. Tanner was sleeping soundly. The white sheet covered up his entire body. I was tempted to pull it back just to get one more glimpse of that hot black widow tattoo. Tanner rustled and opened his eyes.
“Don't try to move yet. I don't want you to pull out your stitches.” I took out my penlight and did a couple eye tests—all normal. His brown eyes burned deeply into mine. They were dark, brooding, and oh so sexy. I couldn't look away from his gaze.