Page 52 of Blaze

Cage bangs the gavel, and I don’t wait, knowing Blair is outside waiting for me. I stand, causing everyone to chuckle, but I ignore them all and head for the door.

She’s back at work tomorrow, so I need all the fucking time I can get with her.

“Thanks, Tray,” I say to the prospect on the door, taking my phone from him, and I look around the room, looking for my wife. I see her at the back with Alice, Snow asleep near their feet, and I grin widely and walk forward, but halt as someone steps before me. I raise a brow at the balls of the fucking bunny who knows I’ve claimed someone.

“Can I help you?” I ask Trixie, and she bites her bottom lip as she looks me up and down with lust and yeah, no, fuck that shit.

“You can take me to your room and fuck me,” she husks, and I snort before stepping aside and muttering, “No thanks,” my sole focus to get to my girl, but the club bunny doesn’t take the fucking hint. She steps into me again thinking I’d fall for her pathetic advances before going to press her hand against my chest like a fucking idiot, making me regret fucking her last year. Clearly, she thinks she can do this shit and get away with it, but before she can make contact, Trixie screams as she’s dragged back and I swear to fuck, it takes everything inside me not to rearrange myself.

“Keep your filthy paws off my husband, bitch!” Blair snaps as she yanks Trixie back hard, and several gasps echo around the room, while I just grin like a love-sick fool.

“Hus-husband?” Trixie chokes in shock as she holds her head, and my girl stands before me, glaring.

“Yes, my husband, the father of my unborn child, my old man, you know the brother who publicly claimed me in this room, and you were here,” she snaps before she looks around the room and confirms, “Isn’t touching an old man against club rules?”

Trixie tenses and her eyes widen in fear while I gently wrap my arm around my wife's waist and pull her back against my front before I press my lips against her neck.

“Yes, baby, there are rules. Trixie is now on toilet duty for the next month and not allowed to touch a brother,” I confirm, “If she touches a brother beforehand, then she’s out, and if she touches another taken brother even after her month, then she’s out.”

Trixie’s bottom lip wobbles when no one comes to her defense, just as Clark demands, “You two got married and didn’t invite us?!” and I wince as she growls, “I missed yet another of my friends' freaking weddings?! Are you kidding me?!”

Uh oh…

Clearing my throat at how tense my wife has gotten, realizing she's just ousted us, I offer, “Wanna throwing us a reception this weekend, Clark?”

Her nostrils flare, but she nods once as she crosses her arms over her chest and pouts while Kodi and Drew glare our way. My lips twitch as I twist my girl in my arms, and her eyes lock with mine.

“Shortcake,” I murmur as I gently cup her cheek and rub my thumb along her jaw, “you wanna spend the evening in bed with takeout? You know we don’t have many more months that we’ll be able to do it…”

She smiles and confirms, “I think that sounds like the best idea and preferably before the girls kill me and I end up smacking that club bunny for trying to touch you.”

I chuckle and lean down as she goes on her tiptoes and presses her lips against mine. I tighten my arm around her, ignoring everyone watching us, not giving a shit that they can see the love I have for this woman, that they can see I’ve finally let my guard down.

This woman is my world, and I won't lose her. I won’t allow anyone to come between us, I won’t fucking hurt her, no matter what.

Chapter 25

Blair

“I’m sorry, but you got a what stuck where?” Dr. Love asks Mr. Hughes, our patient, carefully, and I blink, then blink again.

I mean, he, I uh… oh damn.

“I got the cap of the toothpaste stuck up my asshole,” Mr. Hughes reluctantly admits, his face going as red as his hair, and I swallow hard.

Holy crap, so many questions are floating around my head right now, like was he trying to experiment?

Did someone use it on him?

Didn’t he have a dildo he could use, or even a man?

Does he have a man, but he doesn’t know his side kink for objects?

Oh damn, is he married but prefers men and she just doesn’t know?

I blink again. I’m at the end of a double shift, something that I shouldn’t have been on to begin with for my first shift back. Dr. Love here, who likes to stare at the nurses a little too much for my liking, demanded I stay after one nurse called in sick. The whole time, nothing too major had come in, though patients were a steady flow, until now.

This man is probably looking at surgery, a surgery that will need scheduling. I’m so glad Belle is due to take over from me because I don’t think I could look this man in the face without my mouth running with the questions that keep floating. I mean, a toothpaste tube? Seriously?