GHOST: An Evil Dead MC Story (The Evil Dead MC Series Book 5) by Nicole James Page B

hurt?”
    “It stings a little.”
    He grinned. “I’ll bet. Don’t worry; I’ll fix you up. Stay right there while I go wash my hands first.”
    “Okay, Doc,” she teased. He smiled and headed into the bathroom to scrub his hands. When he returned to sit beside her, her eyes were closed.
    “You with me, brat?” he asked as he opened the kit and dug around for an antiseptic wipe. Her eyes opened, and she tried to smile.
    “I’m still here.”
    “I know you’ve had a lot to drink, but stay with me okay.” He tore open the packet and took out the wipe. “This may sting a little, sweetheart.”
    She hissed when he gently cleaned the area.
    “Sorry, Jess. I’m trying to be careful.”
    “I know you are, it’s okay,” she whispered, and his eyes flicked up to hers.
    He winked at her. “Your first case of road rash.”
    “Is this some type of initiation?”
    Ghost chuckled. “Maybe. But I didn’t lay the bike down on purpose.”
    “I guess I dozed off. Last I remember we were pulling away from the clubhouse. I’m lucky you didn’t lose me back on the road somewhere.”
    “I felt your weight against my back, I had one hand clamped around your forearm. I wouldn’t have let you fall, brat.”
    “What happened?”
    “Guy almost hit us. Old man in a Caddy. He came barreling out and clipped the back of my tire as we pulled in the lot. I’m just glad you weren’t hurt more seriously.” He shook his head. “I’d have never forgiven myself if something had happened to you.”
    “I’m okay, Ghost. It’s just a scrape.”
    “You were on the back of my bike. I take that shit seriously, Jess.”
    “I know you do.”
    He tossed the antiseptic wipe in the trash and dug out a packet of antibiotic ointment. He squeezed some out on his finger and dabbed it tenderly across her scrape, his eyes again watching hers for signs he was hurting her. “This has an analgesic in it, so it should help with the pain.”
    She nodded, closing her eyes as he finished.
    “Okay, babe. I’m done. You can open your eyes again.” She did, and he grinned at her. “I think you’ll survive. You want me to cover it with a bandage or leave it exposed to the air?”
    “Leave it.”
    “Okay, but you’ll need to sleep on your side.”
    She nodded. “I’ll be fine.”
    He dug some pain meds out of the kit and moved to the dresser. Picking up one of the plastic cups next to the ice bucket, he pulled the paper wrapping off it. Then he moved to the bathroom and filled it half way with water. He returned to the bed, and stood beside it as he held the pills and glass out to her.
    “Here, take these.”
    She went up on an elbow and took the pills, tossing them back then reaching for the glass and chasing the pills down with water. She gave him back the glass, and he set it down on the nightstand
    It was then he noticed for the first time that the room only had one bed. Fuck.
    She lifted her hand to him. “Lie with me.”
    He shrugged off his cut and tossed it over a chair, then he sat on the side of the bed to pull his boots off. They landed with a thud on the carpet. He stood. “I’m gonna take a shower. Wash some of this road grime off.”
    She nodded. “Okay.”
    His eyes slid over her bare legs, and he swallowed, thinking he might make that a cold shower.
     
     
    Fifteen minutes later, he stepped out of the bathroom, his jeans pulled back on, the top button undone. His eyes swept over Jessie as he moved toward the bed. Her eyes were closed, her hands tucked under her cheek. He smiled. In sleep, she looked like the young girl he remembered. He slid on the bed next to her, his back to the pillow and headboard and put his arm around her. She snuggled closer, her head moving onto his chest and her leg sliding over his thighs. Her arm stole across his bare abs.
    He kissed the top of her head, his hand coming up and his fingers sliding through her hair, over and over. His eyes couldn’t help but drift down to her ass that was