Twisted (Steel Brothers Saga 8)

At the same time, her pussy clamped around me, and she bit her bottom lip.

“Ruby, God.” The orgasm erupted through me. It was a different sensation, perhaps because I was recovering from a concussion. I didn’t know. I knew only that it was rapturous, complete nirvana coming inside this woman.

I held her onto my cock as long as I could, until both of our orgasms quieted. I didn’t want to let her go. I looked up at her, into her beautiful blue eyes, her bottom lip now swollen from when she bit down, probably to keep from screaming. At her lovely breasts now flushed pink, her nipples red from her own attention.

I didn’t ever want to let her go.

I opened my mouth to speak, not knowing what I was going to say, when a knock interrupted me.

Ruby gasped, quickly moving off of me and off the bed. She grabbed her clothes and then ran to the bathroom.

I covered myself quickly. “Yeah? Come on in.”

“The door’s locked.”

Shit. “Okay. Sorry.” Ruby was in the bathroom, so I got up, trying to keep my gown closed in the back, walked to the door, and opened it.

My neurologist stood there. “Just here for my evening rounds, Mr. Steel.”

“Yeah, of course. Come on in.” I wasn’t about to explain to him why the door had been locked. I got back into my bed.

“So how are you feeling?” the doctor asked.

“Good.”

“Been eating, I see.” He eyed the takeout bag from Papa Tony’s. “That’s good. Any nausea?”

“Nope. It’s all staying down.”

“Good. Good sign. I don’t see why you can’t get out of here tomorrow morning.”

“Any possibility of getting out of here tonight, Doc?”

“Sorry. I’d rather have you stay. After all, you were out cold for about twelve hours overnight last night. You’re lucky you don’t have any signs of hypothermia.”

Ruby walked out of the bathroom fully dressed, her cheeks blazing red. She looked to the doctor. “Oh, hello.”

“Dr. Anderson, this is my friend Ruby Lee.”

“Nice to meet you,” Ruby said shyly. “How is he doing?”

“He’s doing great,” Dr. Anderson said.

“Glad to hear that,” Ruby said. “Ryan, I should get going. I know your brothers wanted me to stay but…”

I eyed her feet clad only in socks. “I understand. You probably don’t want to leave your shoes.”

If possible, she became even more scarlet. I had to stop myself from chuckling. She had put on her androgynous clothing, but her hair still fell around her face and shoulders like a sheet of smooth ebony silk. She wore a beautiful “just fucked” look.

She hastily put on her shoes and grabbed her small handbag. “I’m glad you’re doing well, Ryan.”

“I’m getting out of here tomorrow. I’ll call you.”

She nodded and left the room.

“She looks familiar to me,” Dr. Anderson said. “I wonder where I’ve seen her before.”

“She’s a detective with the Grand Junction PD. She’s probably been in here questioning people.”