Chapter 5

CHAPTER FIVE

Francis

It has been about fifteen days since I saw Grace. Well, that isn't true; I did see her in the hospital parking lot, where I watched her get into her older model Nissan and leave. Yeah I'm watching her. I haven't spoken to her since she took care of my injury, but she is on my mind. Constantly. Even when I'm busy at the firehouse or with the club, she's there.

At times, when I'm reflecting on all that is Grace, my powers kick in or that intense feeling I get in the back of my head prior to hearing her when she is speaking to Damien or a patient, and it's driving me fuckin' insane. My dick has been harder than ever before these past two weeks. When I was at the Friday night party at the clubhouse, a sweet butt came up to me, rubbing all over me. My dick didn't even twitch. When she went down on her knees to suck me off, all I saw was Grace's face and couldn't do it.

So, I pushed Kiwi away from me and left the party. I rode home and rubbed one off in the shower. Actually I've been jerking off in the shower and in bed a couple times a day. Just thinking about it causes my cock to harden. Sucks that I have finally found someone I not only like but also am intensely attracted to and they aren't interested at all.

Well, after speaking to Brick, my prez, he told me no one could tell me who I can be with. Especially a rival club we have been having issues with due to their lack of a moral compass. I explained it might blowback on the club and his answer was, "Let it." He explained, in his way, that being a member means we all have each other's backs. He wants me to be happy, however that comes, and asked that I let him know if Grace and I do get together, so he can prepare our club for any issues from the Satan's Flaming Marauders MC. Not that us getting together is ever gonna happen as Grace seems to really hate bikers.

After cleaning the cabin yet again—I hate dirt and clutter—I grab a cold beer and sit on the back deck. I love the view of my yard with all the green grass and established trees. With the afternoon quiet and peaceful, I can hear the stream behind the trees. This right here is what helps relax me and keeps my head quiet. I purposely choose to live out in the country, away from crowds of people. I get sick of the stares and comments my appearance always brings. Also, being near lots of people, my head is constantly filled with their thoughts, hopes, dreams, and sometimes nightmares. So, I chose my life, and it includes the firehouse, the club, and my serene cabin.

Movement catches my attention, so I glance up to see a deer and her fawn enter the grassy area. I take a breath and relax as I settle down to watch the scene before me. The fawn is a couple of months old, and frisky. Mom is cautious but enjoying the sun and light breeze. The mother deer is very observant, and I can feel her watching me as I look at her and her baby.

"Be careful, Francis, life as you know it is going to change. Be open to it."

Before I can even comprehend what I just heard from a fucking deer, my phone rings. Trying to grab it fast so as not to disturb them, I look up to see them leaving quickly. The mother deer looks back my way and swear to God, she gives me a flick of her head. Yeah, now I talk to deer. The deer whisperer , I think to myself.

"'Lo."

"Is this Mr. Stein?"

"Yeah, this is Francis. Who's this? "

I ask, even knowing it's a lady from the hospital.

"Francis, this is Cindy from the hospital clinic. I wanted to follow up to see if you have had a chance to see your family practitioner or come in and have your stitches removed?"

"Nope, been busy with work. Figured I'd pull them out myself eventually."

"Um...Francis, if you have time today, Grace can see you at three. Does that work for you?"

"Yeah, that's great. Guess it's better she takes them out than me. I've got paws like a bear. Thanks for the call, Cindy."

After hanging up, I sit back for a minute trying to control my fuckin' thoughts. Damn, Grace Sinclair. Just hearing her name has my cock hardening, and she wants absolutely nothing to do with my ass. Well, her words said that, her thoughts were a bit different; apparently she liked what she saw. All of it from what I deducted from her ramblings. Bottom line though, she has Damien to think about, and that crazy MC her ex is part of. She doesn't need to be part of all my craziness too.

Standing, I stretch and head to the bathroom. I need to shower before going to the hospital clinic. Dropping my cutoff shorts and pulling my T-shirt off, I look at my reflection in the mirror. What I see back is a fuckin' mess .

Why would an intelligent woman like Grace want any of this mess? I wear my abuse literally. Scars litter my body, making it look like I've been pieced together. Looking farther down, the only portion not scarred on my front is my dick. It is long and thick as fuck. The sweet butts at the club are always whining about how thick my dick is. It helps that I can hear their thoughts and work it to my advantage. Along with my strength and endurance, I haven't had any of them turn me away. Thank God since they are the only type of woman I've had sex with in my life. A perk of being a biker in a club I guess. They don't care what you look like as they will fuck anyone apparently.

These thoughts have increased my need for a release. So I reach down and grasp my cock, squeezing along the length first, and continue by caressing up to the engorged purple mushroom head then down the length, feeling it get harder—if that is even possible. A drop of precum is on the tip, so I use it to lubricate my motion. Leaning against the sink, I keep the momentum going until I feel my balls tighten up. Grace's pretty face and beautiful eyes come to mind, and that's all it takes. As I spurt thick white streams into the sink, I feel a brief moment of peace. It only lasts a second though, because when I raise my head, I'm still alone. Even my mind quiets for a moment as I think how fucking lonely I am.

Grace

I hear a knock on the door and scream out, "Enter!"

Seeing Cindy walk in with patients' charts, I feel this afternoon is going to get busier than it already is. Just what I need when I haven't been sleeping well. Ever since the beefcake known as Francis walked into my ER, my body is reacting strangely, like it has woken up from a long sleep horny. No, extremely horny, which I don't understand. Those feelings I don't recall, ever. Even when I was with Wrecker, my body never felt so alive and so frigging needy.

"Grace, have you eaten your lunch yet? This afternoon is totally overbooked. I did follow-ups and had to adjust your schedule to fit everyone in. Make sure to scarf down your sandwich because you're going to need your energy, sista."

Laughing, I thank her, and then reach for my lunch bag. Yeah, I pack a lunch; I can't be frivolous with my money. I need to make sure Damien and I are always covered. With the loans I'm paying off, along with my mortgage on the small house we have, I don't want to get into financial trouble. Plus, Damien has special needs that include therapy, and I will never jeopardize his well-being. Grabbing my sandwich and yogurt, I quickly eat, and then wash it down with a flavored water. Then glancing down at my watch I get a move on it. Duty calls.

Damn, it feels like I've been working nonstop for days. Grabbing the chart for the next patient, I look down at the paperwork. Immediately, my body heats up as my breathing becomes labored. For Christ's sake, get a grip , Grace . I shake my head as I look down at the name on the chart, Francis N. Stein. Just looking at the name brings a giggle to my lips. This Frankenstein is HAWT. And he makes me hotter in a lot of private places. Especially in my girlie bits. I take a moment to clear my dirty thoughts then knock on the door before entering the room.

My breath catches because Francis is lying back on the gurney, his shirt off. Lost in my own thoughts for a moment, I stare at all that is Francis, then try and fail—of course—to focus on what I'm doing. What a body. Shame to hide all that. Even with the scarring he's beautiful. His arms are huge, as is his chest, which narrows down to that delicious V and dark line of hair pointing in the direction my mind and mouth want to follow. With this running through my mind, I fight a giggle. What the hell is the matter with me? I try to clear my mind by shaking my head briefly.

"Good afternoon, Francis. How are you doing today? Any issues with the injury or have any of the stitches pulled out?"

"Nope, all is good. I was gonna try to remove them myself but thought it would be better if you do it. Look at these hands, they're as big as bear paws."

His words make me laugh at his comparison. As I hold his chart, I glance at his large hands again. You know what they say about big hands. The exact ones I've been fantasizing about running all over my body. Back to his chart, I see it's been fifteen days, so we are right on schedule.

As I approach the cabinets, the door bursts open, banging into the wall, and then hitting someone who is fighting with said door. I turn abruptly to see two of the three assholes from Wrecker's MC, the ones who warned me a couple of weeks ago to watch myself. How they knew Francis was here with me, I have no frigging idea. And I'm thinking they were the same ones who tried to jump Francis. They obviously got their butts kicked judging by the bruises on their faces, fat lips, and one even had a broken nose with two black eyes.

Way to go, Francis , I think to myself. With that thought I hear Francis' muffled laugh. Damn it, did I say that out loud or did my face give away my wandering mind's conversation internally.

"Yo, Scarface, didn't we warn your ass already about staying away from Wrecker's ol' lady and kid? Are you deaf, you stupid son of a bitch?"

Before I can even grasp what was just said, I am moved behind Francis, and his enormous frame is protecting me, taut with rage and anger. I can't see his face, but as I watch, the idiots confronting him turn pale with fear.

"Okay, Dumb and Dumber, I thought we made ourselves fucking clear the last time when I gave you a beatdown and my brothers removed you from my property, but apparently you jackasses didn't understand your lesson. Whatever Ms. Sinclair and her son do is not your business. Wrecker is serving life, so he no longer exists for her. Especially with all the abuse he dealt out to Grace and Damien. You got a problem with this, have your prez call Brick, my prez, and they can discuss it."

Their faces blanch at the mention of Francis' prez. I get the feeling he is either not a good guy or at least a very scary dude, especially as the mere mention of his name alone is enough to strike obvious fear into these bikers.

"Nod if you understand, asshats, and then get the fuck out of here."

They both nod while turning and fighting to be the first out the door. As it closes behind them, Francis sits back on the bed and puts his head in his huge hands. Not knowing what to do or even why I do it, I gently run my fingers through his hair and am amazed at how soft it is. He immediately lifts his head, those stunning gray eyes looking into mine, and I can see his are filled with anguish and pain.

"Grace, I'm so sorry. Not sure how they even knew I was here, but no matter, I don't want to bring this shit into your life or Damien's again. Get these stitches out of me and I'll be gone. You'll never see me again. Don't mean to bring this kind of bullshit around ya, darlin'."

"Francis, you didn't bring this, I did. I apparently have kept a blind eye to Wrecker's brothers watching me. It's my relationship with Wrecker that was a disaster from start to finish. None of this is your fault. Let me get your stitches out and maybe we can have a talk, if you have time?"

Francis continues to watch me, saying nothing, so I prepare to take out his stitches. Since he kind of knows about some of my past, I'm sure he is wondering how I became a nurse practitioner. My past with Wrecker threw me off my life's journey, but when he was found guilty and sent to jail and I was free of him, I had the opportunity, determination, and fight to prove to myself I could do anything I put my mind to. This job allows me to be independent and able to provide for Damien and myself.

Francis has made it perfectly clear how he feels whenever Wrecker is brought up, so I'm guessing he isn't impressed with my last relationship. Not to mention all the drama associated with that crazy-ass MC. With all of these thoughts running constantly in my head, I don't even realize I've removed all of his stitches until I actually don't see any more to remove. I walk away with the tray of trash and dump it in the approved garbage can. Slowly turning, I gaze up at him hesitatingly, wringing my hands together in front of me, showing him how high my anxiety is.

"Francis, do you have time for a cup of coffee? My treat. I would like to try and explain some stuff to you."

Once again, he watches me, not saying a thing. This makes the hair on my neck tingle. There is something about this gentle giant that captivates me and I don't know why. Yeah, I am attracted to big guys like Francis and Wrecker. But Francis is so much more than a big man; he is massive compared to my ex and he is a nice guy with an enormous heart. He is a man who hides colossal amounts of his pain in his secrets. Being a part of an MC, he doesn't act like most bikers, which means a lot in my book.

"Sure, Grace, I can go for a cup of coffee, with some food—say a sandwich—maybe two. I'm starving. Didn't get any lunch today had a doctor's appointment I needed to get to."

Then he winks at me with a cute grin on his face. I'm not sure why, but I feel a nervous giggle come from deep inside, then it comes out unexpectedly. As soon as I do, Francis looks to my mouth, and the heat coming from those gray eyes makes me shiver in excitement.

And damn that feels so good it makes me grasp how lucky I am to be in this moment right now.

Looking in those beautiful male eyes, I know my life is about to get interesting.