Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
But this woman did things to me…
“Get dressed in that gown. I’ll stay in here until she leaves.”
Worked for me.
When I came out, hoping that the billow of the gown was enough to hide my still hard erection, it was to find the nurse entering the room again with a smile. “Forgot a flush. You ready?”
CHAPTER 10
You just have to take it one ‘are you fucking kidding me’ at a time.
-Nash’s secret thoughts
NASH
She came out of the bathroom acting like nothing happened.
The nurse had just left after starting my IV, and I was now officially ‘ready to go’ except for some meds she said my brother would be giving me when we left for the operating room.
I eyed her up and down, noting the sex hair and the puffy lips she couldn’t cover up with her billowing clothes.
“Have clothes that fit much?” I asked her.
“I’m about to sit in a cold hospital for who knows how fucking long,” she snapped at me. “Get off my dick.”
“You most definitely don’t have one of those,” I pointed out.
I now had firsthand knowledge of that fact.
And let’s just say, having an orgasm didn’t get that attitude under control at all.
I wondered how many orgasms it would take to get her into a better mood. Probably more than my tongue, fingers, or dick could handle.
But I had a feeling it would be great fun to try.
“Maybe you can go fuck yourse…” she trailed off when Tyson entered the room, looking all official in his hospital scrubs.
Tyson was a doctor in pediatrics.
He wasn’t normally at the hospital this early, so it took nothing to deduce he was there because of me.
“Why are you here?” I asked grumpily.
He eyed me, then looked over at Zip.
His mouth quirked as he said, “Obviously orgasms don’t fix either one of y’all’s temperaments.”
I didn’t say anything, knowing it would just egg him on.
Zip didn’t have the same feelings.
“How do you know anything happened?” she asked.
He jerked his chin at her. “One, you have sex hair and puffy lips. Two, he looks like he’s a lot calmer than he should be. Plus, there’s a hickey forming on the side of his neck.”
I sighed.
The nurse definitely saw that.
She was probably telling anyone that would listen that she just had a patient fuck his girlfriend in the bathroom.
Awesome.
“Interesting,” she said, pulling up her phone, and dismissing both of us.
Goddamn, she made me want to try to curb that attitude.
Alas, that wouldn’t be happening.
“Just came by to wish you luck,” he said as he came to my bedside, then pulled out a goddamn donut. “Want a bite?”
I flipped him off.
I hadn’t been able to eat since last night at dinner, so the sight of that donut looked like heaven to me right now.
“I’ll take a bite,” Zip snapped her fingers.
Tyson broke it in half and handed her a piece.
She took it with barely a glance up, then shoved the whole half into her mouth.
“Hungry?” Tyson laughed.
“Starving. I couldn’t sleep last night,” she mumbled around the confection.
She didn’t have to say that she couldn’t sleep because of me. It was definitely implied.
“She really likes you, Nashy Poo,” Tyson teased.
“Not right now,” she muttered.
Tyson grinned. “Trouble in paradise?”
Instead of answering, I once again flipped him off.
“Did you know that when you have your lymph nodes removed, you might experience what’s called ‘dry ejaculation?’” Zip asked helpfully as she continued to torture me with her words. She couldn’t rip me a new one—which she obviously should after what I’d just done to her in the bathroom—so she was doing the next best thing. Taunting me with what might come afterward. “You also have to have testosterone replacements for the rest of your life. Skin patches, injections every two weeks, or you can rub some gel into your skin. Did you decide which one of those to do?”
I gave her a look.
“I generally recommend injections,” Hoyt said as he entered the room. “This is also something that I try not to bombard my patients with before surgery, so they’re not extra nervous about such a big change.”
Zip smiled sweetly, as if she hadn’t meant to torture me.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” She paused. “Hey, does it hurt to be kicked in the balls if you don’t have any?”
Hoyt blinked. “Yes.”
“Why?” she challenged.
“Because your testicles are removed, not the nerve endings that are there,” he answered. “You ready, bro?”
I nodded.
“And do you experience dry ejaculation?” Zip continued to make Hoyt uncomfortable with her unnerving questions.
Tyson snickered. “On that note, I’m out. I have a few babies to see.”
He left with a flick of his fingers, leaving Hoyt opening his mouth and closing it like a fish.
“Uh,” he hesitated. “No. Because I didn’t get my lymph nodes removed.”
“Ahh,” she nodded. “Why is that? Is that normal?”
“I chose to have my testicles removed before cancer was evident in my body,” he explained. “Every adult male in our family has had testicular cancer since the beginning of time. So there was no reason for me to chance having to go through…” he trailed off.