Claiming Her, Craving More, Needing Him, Only His (Nighthawk Security #1-4) Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Nighthawk Security Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
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“Hey.” His voice has taken on a different tone, causing me to falter in my steps.

“Hey,” my voice croaks. I’m not wearing my normal scrubs like I do for work. Instead I’m in a slouchy-type long-sleeved shirt, ripped jeans, and flats. Getting cold is in my nature. Even in the dead of summer, my hands and feet are usually always like an iceberg.

“I didn’t mean to be a jerk. I’m assuming my friends put you up to this gig?”

“It’s okay. You’re more than likely in pain, and maybe your bedside manners could use some work?” I break the ice. If we’re going to be around each other the entire time, working together, we should at least get along.

He laughs. It’s rich, throaty, and is making my knees freaking weak. “Isn’t it usually the other way around?” His eyebrow arches up.

“Maybe, maybe not.” I shrug my shoulder.

“Anyways, can we call a truce? I wasn’t expecting you, and when you pulled up, it caught me off guard. Those knuckleheads took over everything, including getting me home like I was an invalid. Who knew four grown males could be so overbearing? They’re worse than my own mother.” He holds his pinky out. I tilt my head to the side before saying, “Isn’t that for promises?”

“Yeah, but I’m going to pinky promise you not to be an asshole.” When he says it like that, I place my pinky beside his, and he wraps his own around mine. It might have only been the meeting of our fingers, but it was enough for me to feel the roughness of his skin compared to mine.

“Truce. Are you ready for me to help you into the shower or redress your bandage?” I ask him.

“Fuck, a shower sounds like a slice of heaven,” he all but moans. These knees of mine, they’re going to be in a state of Jell-O for the whole duration of this process. I already know it.

“Well, let’s get you up and your shoulder wrapped. Did they drop off the shower stool already?”

He stands up. “No need. My shower has a built-in bench. I do need my shoulder wrapped though. There’s no way I can do it one handed.” I follow his lead to what I’m assuming is the kitchen, trying to calm my nerves when I know I’ll be touching his skin and waiting on the other side of the door while he’s naked. Yeah, I’m going to really need a shit ton of strength for this.

FIVE

DRAKE

I step into the warm shower, hating like hell that I’m feeling weak, and not from the surgery either. That’s to be expected. No, I’m fucking brittle because having Giana’s flowery scent near me while she was wrapping my shoulder had me wanting to move her hair out of the way to scent her, like I’m some kind of beast in heat. Her soft fingers pressing down on my skin to make sure everything was sealed. I can already tell these next few weeks are going to be a boner-inducing nightmare, and what do you know, my bum arm can’t even help me out with jacking off.

I guess it’s time I learn to be ambidextrous. I get my body wet, trying to keep the water from running down my shoulder. This is going to be a fast shower. If I stay in here too much longer, my cock will never go down from its semi-hard start. I grab the soap and scrub what I can, including my hair. There is nothing worse than smelling like hospital, that’s for damn sure. I rinse off, turn the water off, and grab my towel when I hear a knock on the door. Then the knob is twisting, probably partly caused by me because I kicked the laundry hamper while getting out of the shower. Why my mother thought it should be there, I’ll never understand, and why I haven’t moved it is simply dumb on my part.

“Drake, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I holler back to stop her from coming in, but it’s too late.

“Shit,” Giana stutters out, except her eyes aren’t shut and she isn’t turning around. No, instead, this woman, she’s getting an eyeful of my cock, which finally calmed down. That’s not happening now. Gianna’s tongue licks her upper lip, and I’m fucking toast. I may have come out of anesthesia a mumbling and bumbling mess. I knew though, with everything in me that she was an angel. Little did I know I’d want this angel more than anything.

My mouth gets the best of me. “Have your fill yet?” Christ, I sound like Bridger right now.

“Shit,” she says again before whirling around. Apparently, “shit” is used in her vocabulary a lot.

“You didn’t have to turn around. I thought nurses were supposed to help,” I run my mouth some more to see what she’ll do with the innuendo in my voice.


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