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Nineteen

Look, before I work on myself, I need to know if anyone likes me insane.

— Chevy’s secret thoughts

CHEVY

I was in a very bad headspace when I walked out of that surgical suite.

On one hand, I felt like I was justified in what I’d done.

No person, man or woman, deserved to live after they singlehandedly wiped out multiple families. Not when he’d purposefully done what he’d done, thinking that there would be no consequences for him when he was done being stupid.

On the other hand, I knew that there might be some blowback to what I’d done.

If anyone chose to look any further into it, they would probably be able to see that I’d given them too much anesthetic.

But at this point, I didn’t care.

Two of my club brothers’ lives had just been irrevocably changed.

I didn’t fucking care.

I…

My gaze was caught and held by the woman standing there waiting for me.

She had her arms crossed over her chest, and I don’t know who was surprised more.

Me or the woman doing the attacking.

She moved the moment that I stepped completely free of the surgical suite.

One second I had leaden arms, and the next I had an armful of woman.

Sweet smelling woman.

“Aella…” I rasped.

I had no clue what I was asking, but it was like she could read my mind, because she brought her mouth down on mine and whispered, “Kiss me.”

I kissed her.

No man in his right mind would deny Aella Cowan anything.

Not when she looked at you with those soulful brown eyes.

The kiss wasn’t nice.

Both of us were angry, me more so than her, and we were taking all of our frustration out on that kiss.

When she pulled away, my dick was sufficiently hard and both of us were panting.

“I have to go back to work,” she whispered. “I’ve been gone for over ten minutes.”

“I only need five,” I said as I ducked into the supply closet that was just to the right of where we were standing.

She gasped when I set her down on a rolling cart, her butt squishing against something plastic.

Mop heads.

New mop heads, thankfully.

She shifted, her breathing choppy, and said, “Are we doing this?”

I reached for the waistband of her pants and said, “Lift up.”

She did, and I pulled her pants to her ankles, the new shoes I’d bought her the only thing stopping them from falling all the way off.

“How are we…” I pulled my scrubs down, and my cock sprang out, thick, long and pulsing.

Her voice trailed off as she got her first good look.

“Whoa,” she breathed.

Any other time, I would’ve been amused.

Now I was just a hair short of being full-blown caveman.

Reaching for her hips, I pulled her down to her feet only to turn her around and force her top half back over the cart.

So short.

I widened my legs and notched the head of my cock at her entrance.

“Chevy, please,” she begged.

I slammed inside, the sweet slickness of her pussy engulfing my cock in a matter of moments.

No resistance.

Just one smooth thrust all the way to the hilt.

She yelped at the sudden invasion, her pussy clenching hard onto my cock.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” I growled, my eyes closing as I ground my cock into her.

“This is, like, my ultimate fantasy,” she whispered hoarsely. “You and me in a supply closet. I think I’m having an out-of-body experience.”

I grinned and pulled back, my eyes catching on my cock as I pulled back.

Slick with her wet.

Fucking hell, that was so goddamn hot.

“You are made for me, baby,” I murmured as I pushed back inside, finding a slow, deep rhythm that would hopefully ensure that I could last long enough to get her off.

That smooth pace proved useless in the next breath when her pussy started to spasm around me.

“Already, my little Whirlwind?” I teased.

“Whirlwind?” she whispered as her pussy clamped down hard. “Oh, god.”

Her channel clamped down on my cock hard, and that was apparently all I could take.

I pumped into her twice, hard, and lost my load inside of her.

Hot pulses of my seed shot out of me with such force that it stole my breath.

I filled her up so fully that the last dregs of my release were pushed from her pussy to smear between our two bodies as I continued to grind into her.

Tiny little aftershocks continued to pulse through her as I pulled her up off the cart and into my chest.

“When we’re not at work,” I said softly into her hair, “we’re going to repeat this so I can take my time.”

Voices from the hallway had both of us hurrying to fix ourselves, and I walked to the edge of the supply closet and leaned over, my hands going to the shelf as I did.

The door opened as I was contemplating what we’d just done.

What I’d just done.

How I was going to explain away what had happened.

How…

“Oh, sorry.” Dru’s voice sounded from behind me. “You okay?”

Thankfully the smell of cleaning products masked the scent of sex.

Unfortunately, Aella was a jabber mouth when she was nervous.

I had to grin at the stuttering explanation she gave to Dru.

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine…he’s probably…uhh…yeah, he’s going to need a minute. He’s a little messed up right now.” Aella cleared her throat.

It was damn cute is what it was.

Still I stayed where I was, hiding my smile.

“Oh,” Dru said, sounding sympathetic. “I’m sorry to hear about the passing of the kid.”

Her voice had taken on a dangerous tint when she said ‘the kid’ that made me think that she was more than okay with him kicking the bucket just like I was.

I straightened and turned, finding both women looking at me worriedly.

I left, passing in between them without a word.

I did make sure to pat Aella’s butt as I moved between them, causing her to jerk in surprise.

I wouldn’t smile, though.

That wouldn’t do.

A doctor that’d just killed a man shouldn’t be smiling, after all.