“No. You’re in motherfucking Hawthorne,” Sal growled.
I turned to glare at the room at large. “I don’t know what kind of history you all have. Right now I don’t care,” I snapped. “This man is my patient. I’m going to clean him up and then he’ll be on his way. You’re all distracting me from doing that. I kicked these guys out earlier.” My gaze zeroed in on the unfamiliar bikers before swinging to Cal, Wes, and Sal. “Do I need to do the same with you?”
Wes and Sal suddenly found the floor to be quite interesting as Cal’s eyes shone bright as they met mine. I’d never stood up to him before, not like this. I found myself merely curious as to his response rather than fearful. Another step forward.
“The last thing I want to do is piss you off more, Jackson.” The large man spoke again. “But you’ve got quite a woman there.”
Cal’s eyes remained on mine. “I know,” he agreed resolutely.
I raised a brow in silent question as to whether they’d do as I asked.
After another moment a small smile tipped the corners of Cal’s gorgeous mouth. “All right, baby, we’ll let you get to work.”
I nodded once and turned back to my task.
“Dude, you are awesome.” Connie grinned once I’d finished up with Hunt and had parked my tired butt in a seat outside.
“Thanks,” I murmured. “I need to go get Mason, but I’ll just get off my feet for a few.” I sighed. “Who are those guys anyway?”
After I’d finished up with Hunt they’d taken a meet with our men. They were still inside despite my protests that Hunt needed to get to a hospital.
Such a stubborn lot.
“Members of the Outlaws,” Kat replied as she fed Wren, who’d woken up just a few minutes ago. “There’s no bad blood between us. You know how it is. The guys just get territorial. I think they were taken aback another club was with their women without them here.” She rolled her eyes.
I snorted. “Sounds about right.”
“Luckily, we had badass Jill to set everyone straight.” Connie grinned.
I laughed as I stood up. “Well, ladies, I gotta jet. I’ll catch you later.”
“Later!” they called.
I debated whether or not I should interrupt Cal. They were still behind closed doors. I shot him a quick text letting him know I was heading out to get Mason.
I heard a door open immediately and Cal came into view. As always, the mere sight of him stole my breath. The look in his eye had my heart pounding as he stepped into my space, tipping my chin up. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he murmured reverently.
My cheeks burned with a blush as my pleasure at his words let itself be known.
“I’m so proud to have you at my side,” he continued, his voice a low rumble as his lips skimmed my jaw. “So fucking strong with the softest heart I’ve ever known.”
My knees weakened as my breathing accelerated.
“I know you had to take care of him. It’s in your blood, baby. Still, didn’t like your hands on him,” he rumbled. “Tonight, after Bubs is in bed, gonna remind you who you belong to.”
As if I needed reminding. Still, the prospect was far from unappealing.
“Okay,” I managed, my voice breathless.
He grinned at my reaction, his tongue sweeping out along the shell of my ear.
My entire body quivered in response.
He pulled away. “Get going, babe. I’ll see you at home in a few hours.” His hand smacked my backside, eliciting a yelp of surprise from me.
“Jill,” he called as I was headed for the door.
I turned.