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That was all he had as far as conversation went.
He had to get Nelle to the hospital as quick as possible.
Five stitches later, Nelle looked at Slade and wanted to cry. Slade touched her face and nodded. She finally broke down. The doctor and two nurses excused themselves and Slade held his woman. That’s right.
His woman.
It was more than just ink. More than just respect or protection. It went beyond the leather cut and all the stuffSOFRAWbrought with it. Slade kissed the top of Nelle’s head.
“I love you, sweetheart,” he said. “I have to say it. I can’t hold it back. I fucking love you, Nelle.”
Nelle looked up at Slade, eyes filled with tears. “I love you too, Slade. Can I ask you what your real name is? The initials are…SA…”
“Slavochka Ader,” Slade said with a slight grin. “Terrible name. Apparently it was my great-grandfathers name.”
“Oh. I like Slade better.”
“Me too, sweetheart. I’m so sorry about Fitz. I…”
“You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“He’s going to pay for what he did. What he took from you.”
Nelle nodded. “You were there and saw everything happen?”
“Yes. The deal went through. Cyrus and Damien worked it out.”
“My father is gone?”
“He’s gone, sweetheart.”
Nelle couldn’t believe herself when she started to smile. “He’s gone. Damien is going to torture him. Kill him. Leave him to rot somewhere. Nobody will ever find him. He’s going to die alone.”
“That’s right. If you ask me, that’s the least painful way for him to go after all he’s done. But if I can offer you something, Nelle. Something I learned in this life. You probably learned it in yours too. You can’t go back. Sometimes not everyone makes it. It fucking sucks. Who knows why it happens that way. Just makes you understand that each second matters.”
“Yeah, each second matters. And you’re wasting it talking about the past.”
“Oh, don’t fuck with me right now, sweetheart…”
“Or what?”
Slade glanced to his right. A glass door had been slid shut. A heavy curtain pulled across it. He reached down and pulled at Nelle’s jeans. She gasped.
“Don’t you dare fucking get shy on me now, sweetheart,” Slade growled.
Nelle’s jaw dropped. She hurried to undo her jeans and push them down. Slade left her panties on and just pulled them to the side like he did before. His mouth nestled between her legs and he took a deep breath of the sweet scent, then dipped his tongue into her cunt honey.
Nelle put a hand over her mouth to try and muffle her cries of pleasure. Just outside the hospital room door Darrow, Monte, and Deed stood with their arms folded. A nurse politely saidexcuse meand Monte leaned down and whispered in the cute nurse’s ear what was going on in the room.
The nurse’s face turned bright red and she backed away. Monte offered the cute nurse the same treatment. She hurriedaway and five minutes later Darrow, Monte, and Deed were escorted out of the hospital by security.
By then Slade’s tongue was stained with Nelle’s pleasure from a shivering, tight orgasm that made Nelle bit her bottom lip so hard—to prevent herself from screaming—that she drew blood. Her face was bright red and so was the cute nurse’s when she entered room. Slade and Nelle didn’t know Monte had told her what had been happening.
Nelle was quickly given paperwork and discharged. She rode back to the clubhouse on Slade’s motorcycle (which Darrow brought just in case Slade wanted it).
Nelle never felt so free as she rode on the back of the motorcycle. Her arms around Slade’s body. She rested the left side of her face against Slade’s back. The wind licked her fresh stitches and they hurt. She didn’t care. She could deal with any kind of pain.
For Nelle, Slade’s love could heal anything… forever.
