Chapter 3

3

KELLAN

M y little doctor looks like she's caught in a snare, her eyes wide and her pink lips parted as she makes a little squeaking noise that has my cock paying attention. As if it wasn't already.

Having her hands on me, even though she was stabbing me with a fucking needle, was torturous. I knew I had to hold still, but all I wanted to do was grab her and yank her down on top of me, to claim her the way every ounce of my body is demanding I do.

"What…?" she tries to say, but the word is a mere whisper, and I can see her pulse thrumming wildly in her throat.

"I said I'm not done with you," I repeat, emphasizing every word. I tug on her wrist, loosely enough that she could pull away if she wanted because despite how badly I want her right now, I'm not the kind of man to force a girl to do something she doesn't want to do. I'm not a good man, but I'm not a fucking monster .

But she doesn't pull away. She lets me tug her forward, her knees hitting the edge of the foldable table I'm laid out on. My other hand cups the back of her neck, fingers winding through her disheveled hairstyle. She gasps as I pull her hair slightly, color flushing her cheeks and neck. Those stupid fucking scrubs are hiding her body from me, and I need to tear them off.

"Such a good little doctor," I praise, testing the waters. Defiance sparks in her eyes even as her body sways towards me.

"I haven't been top of my class and trained for ten years to be reduced to a good little doctor ," she sasses, fire in her voice.

I chuckle darkly, loving the way she doesn't back down. "You're right," I agree, leaning closer so our noses brush and I share her air. "You're fucking incredible. Like a goddamn goddess with my blood on your hands, putting me back together. Smart and strong and sexy as fuck."

I mean every word, but it's clear she's shocked.

"Kellan…"

I grin, wanting to see how she reacts when I show her just how dirty my mouth can be. "I'm still feeling unwell, Doctor," I tease, my voice so low it's barely a whisper against her mouth. I don't kiss her, but the anticipation between us is scalding hot. "I think I need CPR. Or some mouth-to-mouth. You wouldn't let your patient suffer needlessly, would you?"

Something between a whimper and a gasp slips past her lips, and then she slams her mouth against mine. She isn't cautious or nervous, no, she kisses me like she's the one dying and I'm the air she needs.

I groan against her, her lips so fucking soft and sweet.

I grab her hands, sliding her palms over my stomach and up my chest to rest them over my heart. "Save me, Blondie," I growl against her, grabbing her waist and pulling her on top of me while I fall backward. Her hands press down above my heart, which beats just for her in this moment.

I drag her down on top of me, and she straddles me, careful not to knock the wound she just stitched up. It aches but I don't give a single fuck. My cock is so hard that she could probably stab me with that needle all over again and I wouldn't even notice.

The need I feel for her overrides anything else.

I grind against her as her core settles over my length, the layers of clothing between us are unacceptable. Any other time, I'd have her against a wall, ripping off those damn scrubs and exposing all of her to me, but with the stab wound so fresh, I hesitate to sit up too fast and rip out the work she just did. So, instead, I break the kiss, reach over to the first aid kit set out on the table beside us, and grab the scissors.

Kacie gasps as I run the blades right up the center of her shirt, cutting it right in half. It falls down her arms and she shrugs it off, the shell-shocked look in her eyes darkening to lust as her breathing catches in her chest. Holding her eyes, I make a cut at the front of her pants, then toss the scissors away and rip them the rest of the way, the fabric pooling around her knees and giving me just the access I need.

The pale blue lace of her bra strains around her breasts as she breathes heavily, offering me the barest tease of her dark pink, peaked nipple beneath. My mouth fucking waters at the sight.

"Are you wet for me, Blondie?" I ask, teetering on the edge of my self-control.

She nods rapidly, teeth sinking into her plush bottom lip.

"Good," I growl, lifting her so she's hovering over me. I shove my pants down, freeing my cock. I can feel how soaked she is through the fabric covering her pussy, and it's driving me insane.

"Please," Kacie pants, her eyes heavy-lidded and her lips parting as she pleads.

"Please what, gorgeous?" I press, teasing her as I slip my fingers down the edge of the damp fabric at her crotch, not quite touching her sensitive flesh yet even as she quivers above me. "Do you need me as much as I need you right now, Blondie? Need my cock to fill up this needy pussy? Need the relief and pleasure only I can give you?"

"Oh God," Kacie whimpers, shaking. "Yes, fuck yes. Kellan, I need it."

In one swift movement, I tear the crotch of her panties to the side and slam her down on my cock. I groan as her soft, wet heat envelops me.

"This pussy is goddamn heaven, Blondie," I growl as Kacie shudders, her hands on my chest, leaning on me as though the pleasure is too much for her to bear.

"We shouldn't be doing this," she whimpers, but she's circling her hips like her body doesn't give a shit what her mind thinks.

I chuckle, digging my hands into her hips and helping her rock on my cock. "Why's that, Blondie? Cause I'm your kidnapper? Or cause you've got some sort of moral code against fucking your patients on the bed you just stitched them up on? Or cause you're worried you'll rip out those neat little stitches? I wouldn't mind. I'll take your touch anyway I can get it, even if it's with that damn needle poking me again." My words come out in a dark, lust-filled whisper that lingers in the air between us.

Kacie whines, and it's the sweetest fucking sound I've ever heard. I want it to play on repeat.

"All … all of that," she says with a husky laugh, tendrils of that golden hair I love hanging around her face.

I pause my movements, hold her still on top of me, and smirk up at her. "Want me to stop then?"

"Fuck no," Kacie snaps.

This time, when she rises off me to slam back down on my cock, I jerk my hips up, meeting her thrust for thrust. The pain in my side is nothing compared to the pleasure flowing through me.

"Such a good little doctor," I growl, loving how she shivers and shakes for me. "This cunt is better than any medicine you could give me, you know that?"

Her whimpers and whines drug me, and I reach for her, fisting her hair and dragging her down on top of me. My teeth nip at her lower lip, and when she gasps at the sting, I slip my tongue into her mouth, kissing her hard. One hand still grips her hip as our bodies move in desperate sync, my other skating up over her soft stomach to cup her breast. Through the lacy fabric, I pinch her nipple, rolling it between my fingers and feeling her pussy clench on me in response.

"Kellan," Kacie moans. "I'm gonna come."

"Come all over my cock like the good little doctor you are," I tell her, pleasure shooting up my spine. I grit my teeth, holding back my own orgasm, needing her to find her end before I do.

Kacie screams my name as her pussy ripples around me, and nothing on this earth could stop me from falling into my pleasure as she does. Her body grips me tight, and I thrust as deep as I can inside her and come, filling her while stars dance behind my eyes. I don't think I've ever come so hard in my damn life.

Through the rush of blood in my ears, I hear three thuds at the door. Instantly, I know it's Easton from the way the door rattles on its hinges and the impatience as the knocks come again in quick succession.

Kacie scrambles off me, her ruined clothes absolutely useless. Her wide eyes meet mine, panicked and pleading, and I scowl at the door, cursing Easton for his terrible fucking timing.

I stand, tucking my dick away and pulling my pants back up, and storm over to the door. Yanking it open, I talk before Easton can.

"Get her some spare clothes before you tell me why the fuck you just interrupted us," I demand, pinning him with a look to make sure he knows I'm not fucking asking, I'm telling.

He rolls his eyes but jogs off, appearing a minute later with a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. We keep our safehouses stocked with spare shit in case of an emergency, thank God.

I close the door on Easton's face, apologizing to Kacie as I hand her the clothes and gesture to the bathroom where she can clean up. She hurries off without a backward look, clutching the clothes to her chest.

I grumble as I return to Easton. Part of me wants to make sure Kacie's okay but I also know she probably needs space right now. Besides, Easton undoubtedly has important shit to tell me. He wouldn't have interrupted without good reason.

"What is it?" I snap the second I slip out, shutting the door behind me. Easton glances down at my stitches. I'm still shirtless because I'm not putting on that slashed and blood-stained top again. He grimaces, but there's a sheen of admiration in his eyes as he admires the neat row of stitches.

"Hell of a lot better than any of us could've done," he comments with a nod. I wait for him to get to the point, and he clears his throat before finally cutting to the chase. "Right, well, while you were getting fixed up in there, we received a rather interesting message from Rossi's men."

"The Italians? Haven't they done enough fucking damage today?" I sneer, gesturing to the stab wound in my side as anger bubbles up in me. "What? They want another stab at me?"

Easton shakes his head at me. "No, they want a meeting."

Out of all the things I thought he was going to tell me, that wasn't on the list at all.

"A meeting?" I echo, skeptical. Given the feud we've got with Rossi and his rats at the moment, there's hardly a lot of trust between our two sides.

"They're sick of their men being hurt and put out of action and figured we might just feel the same sort of way." Easton waves his hand through the air. "They wanna straighten this all out."

I snort, crossing my arms over my chest. "Can't see any way this could possibly go wrong."

"Up to you, Boss, but…" Easton trails off, but the implication is obvious. But we might not have a choice. But saying ‘no' might get us killed.

I run my hand down my face and nod once. "On our terms," I state, needing to regain some ground and show that I'm not one to be pushed around like a pawn. "A week from now, in the old warehouse to the north at sunset."

Easton nods sharply, deferring to my orders. He pulls out a burner phone and begins typing out a message, relaying my terms. Seconds later, confirmation comes through. Apprehension and a glint of hope swirl in my stomach. This could either go very well or very very wrong.

Before I have time to dwell on whether or not I've just made a huge fucking mistake in agreeing to meet with Rossi, a soft voice interrupts my thoughts.

"What's going on?" Kacie asks, frowning at Easton and me. Somehow, she still manages to look put together and in control, even wearing borrowed clothes that don't fit her.

"Nothing for you to worry over," Easton tells her.

Immediately, the doctor scowls. If looks could kill, Easton would be nothing but a pile of smoking ash. A hint of surprise flits over his stern features, and I can't help but laugh softly

"You just fucking kidnapped me from my work and you're not even going to have the courtesy to tell me what's happening here? I stitched him up from what was obviously a stab wound. Unless Kellan's just really fucking clumsy in the kitchen, he didn't stab himself," Kacie snarls, and I swear Easton looks impressed at her fire. "So, if you want me to keep saving your asses instead of leaving you to bleed out when you trip while cooking, I suggest you tell me what the fuck is happening."

Good God, I think I'm in love , I think with a smirk, her fire calling to me, the sass and bravery in her words turning me on all over again.

Easton holds his tongue, glancing at me for guidance.

"I'm keeping her," I tell him, ignoring the shocked look on Kacie's face when I say it, though she does look good with her mouth hanging open. "No harm in her knowing everything."

Easton nods, and Kacie is about to say something in response to my comment, but I interrupt. I quickly explain the issues between us and the Rossi's, and to her credit, Kacie doesn't seem all that surprised by the fact we're fucking Mafia.

"Figured you were into gang shit or something," she says, waving her hand at me.

"What gave it away? The kidnapping? The tattoos? The safe house?"

"Your attitude," she answers, and I can't help but laugh. Her mouth tilts up to one side as she tries to hide her laugh.

"Don't worry, we'll keep you safe," I promise her.

Her eyes sparkle. "You better, or else you'll have no one to stitch you up next time you annoy someone enough that they knife you."