Page 4 of Bradford (Boston Bay Vikings #18)
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Much to my dismay, the nurse inserted another catheter into my penis. To be fair, I couldn't get out of bed. I'm still not happy about it, though.
I was trying to entice Florence to go on a date with me when she started fiddling with something.
It turns out she was changing the bag that collects my urine.
Embarrassing is an understatement. It shut me up quick.
I mean, what could I say after that? I'm not used to blushing every five minutes.
Then again, I'm also not used to being thrown in the air by a car or shot by an asshole.
Focusing on those issues is much better than thinking about what Wyatt will say about my position on the team.
I play in the minor leagues, and that's still impressive.
It's something I don't want to lose while I'm recovering, although that won't happen.
I tell myself that anyway. Wyatt Peters, the owner and manager of the minor and major league teams, has always been fair.
I know I shouldn't worry too much, but I am. I will until I speak to him.
While I'm bored out of my mind, I glance around the hospital room.
Nothing fancy here. I roll my eyes at myself for thinking something so stupid.
It's a hospital, not a five-star hotel. The walls could use a fresh coat of paint.
What a thing to notice. I spot a book on the bedside table and wince slightly as I reach for it.
My eyes pop wide open, and a grin spreads across my face at the title: Indecent Villain.
Is this one of those romance novels? I flip through the pages and spot the word ‘cock.’ "Kinsley wraps her lips around my cock, sending shivers down my spine. "
Okay, that has my attention.
The words I'm engrossed in on the pages of this book are the reason my cock tents the bedsheet. The blowjob I've just read in detail has my dick throbbing. Whoever left the book is one naughty babe.
I try and move slightly to ease the throb at my groin, which I feel is more intense due to the catheter.
I catch my breath, though, as the pain in my side turns into fire.
Well, if nothing else, it takes my mind off that part of my anatomy.
Only briefly as the door suddenly whooshes open, and Nurse Zaire strides in.
I quickly drop the open book over my lap as she moves to take my blood pressure.
A twinkle pops into her eye as she glances at the book. "I knew you'd like that book."
"You left it?" My voice is more of a squeak than manly.
What the heck is wrong with me? I decide then and there that I need the catheter out.
It must be stimulating something because I feel desperate to come.
A red blush runs along my cheekbones while I try not to panic.
No doubt my blood pressure will be high. Will she know I'm fighting arousal?
God, I hope not!
She snickers, the only sign of amusement I've seen on her serious face as I watch her closely. "I did." She clears her throat. "I think I should have waited until you've had the catheter removed."
Oh, hell! She noticed.
"That might have been a good idea." Then I go for broke. "Is it normal?"
"Be more specific."
"You know?” I wave my hands over that part of my anatomy.
"I don't want to misunderstand what you're asking me." She stands with her hands on her ample hips, her face back to serious.
"To get an erection?” I mumble, my face on fire.
"Yes, it's normal. Don't be embarrassed about it. Men can ejaculate with a catheter in. Have sex even." She moves the blood pressure cuff and heads toward the door, her eyes narrowing. "Don't read any more of that book until it's out."
I sag into the pillows and stare up at the depressing ceiling.
That moment must be one of the most embarrassing.
I sure as fuck don't intend to jerk off with a tube in my dick.
And how the fuck does anyone have sex with one in?
I lift the sheet and then tug the hospital gown to my waist and wince at the erection.
I'm long and thick and throbbing. Why won't it go down?
The tube looks flexible, so I figure you'd just hold it along the cock to shove a condom on and then have sex as normal.
Ugh! I need to stop thinking about sex. It's all that's on my mind after reading that book.
I brush a hand over my dick and gasp in pleasure as the monster jerks.
I'm going to hell. I wrap the tube around my hand and slowly tug.
There is a slight sting as I gently pull the catheter free.
I breathe heavily and let the tube drop to the floor. At least I no longer have a hard dick.
The door bursts open, and Madden enters, looking happier than a clam. Dario and Dover follow. He looks me over and frowns. "Why do you look guilty? Surely you can’t have gotten into any more trouble.” He raises an eyebrow questioningly while Dover spots the tube on the floor and snickers.
"God, you're like a bunch of girls." I hiss as I try to move up the bed, which I manage to do with Dario's help. "If you must know, I took the thing out." I shudder. "That thing gave me an erection!"
They fall silent and look my way. I roll my eyes. "I'm fucking serious!"
Dover starts laughing first, and then my other two friends join in until I’m laughing with them. I force myself to stop because my side hurts like a bitch when I do.
"You took it out to jerk off," Madden huffs, laughing, but not before I notice him wiping his eyes and the corner of his mouth twitches.
“No, smartass ! I did not jerk off. Have you ever pulled one out of your dick before? It stings. I just wish I’d thought to do it before the nurse caught me with the rod.”
More snickers follow. "I'm glad I came to visit your sorry ass," Dover chuckles. "Just wait until I tell the others."
Indignantly, I say, "If you want a party of one, then you need to read that book." I point to the table and grab it before Dover does. "Get your own. I haven’t finished.”
"You're reading about sex in the hospital?" Madden asks with a huge grin on his face.
"Not exactly. It's just a story that involves hot sex and blowjobs.” I narrow my eyes. “Stop laughing.”
"My sister's a nurse," Dover volunteers. "She told me about a catheter she had to put in a guy. It gave him a permanent erection." He shrugs. "Some guys find that stimulating, or so she said." He snickers and shakes his head. "I'm never getting one. Sounds embarrassing to me."
I take a deep breath, wince slightly, and slowly let it out. "Moving on," I suggest. "Everyone flies back later."
"Yeah." Madden drops into the chair beside the bed. "Wyatt is going to come see you shortly. He’s arranging for you to have a place to stay once you’re free of this place. It won't be for long, just until you're ready to fly home. Probably in a week. Maybe two.”
“I’m in here for two weeks?”
“What? No!" Dario blurts out. "You'll be discharged in a couple days, but you can't travel for another couple weeks."
"Ah, okay."
I rub my brow, part of me delighted that I’ll get to see Florence again, but also disappointed that my team is leaving without me. I get it. They have games. That doesn't make it any less disappointing.
"The boss has security set up as well at the apartment." Dover smirks. "I could get in line with that." He closes his eyes and grins. "He would be toned and wearing a tightly fitted suit.”
"If you ever need care, I'll make sure Dodge knows what to wear," I tease.
He narrows his eyes, and Madden and Dario cough behind their hands, refusing to look my way. “What did I say?”
“Dodge is home in Boston.” Dover sighs. "He hasn't been around the arena for a while."
"You have him running scared!"
"Says the single guy with an erection because of the tube in his dick,” snickers Dario, the asshole.
We glance toward the doorway when we hear a throat being cleared, and we see Florence standing there with flushed cheeks. My eyes widen when I realize she heard what Dario said.
"You assholes, get out!" I snap, feeling embarrassed.
"No way. We just got here." Madden sits back in the chair and grins. "Nurse, we really must stop meeting like this. My wife is going to be jealous.”
"Your wife is passed out drunk with my wife," Dario mutters. "She won't even know you're not there."
Madden opens his mouth to continue the discussion, but I beat him to it. “Florence, please ignore my friends.”
"He doesn't have the stiff issue now that the tube's out." Dover laughs and moves past her to leave the room.