Free Fallen Idols MC - Complete by Savannah Rylan

the rest of my make-shift family.” The sadness left his eyes. “That made it easier. They’re everything to me.”
     
    “So, you have extended family nearby still?”
     
    He chuckled. “Somethin’ like that. Yea, we’re all still in the same neighborhood. I see them everyday.”
     
    He stopped talking, so I could take his temperature, placing the thermometer under his tongue for a minute. “So, is being a neighborhood vigilante your day job, or just a hobby?”
     
    He smirked. “A hobby, I suppose.”
     
    “So, what do you do for a living besides hunt down drug dealers?” I turned and wrote his vitals into his chart. Why did this feel like a first date?
     
    “I do a little of this and that. Bartending, car repairs, stuff like that. I’m in the family business.” He smiled, his dimple deepening, and making my knees weak before turning serious again. “It was more than just the drugs. Dude also hit his old lady, and that’s not something I tolerate. Ever.” He looked into my eyes with an intensity I’ve never felt before. “Women are to be cherished. Revered. Men need to celebrate the soft beauty of a woman, not mar it with their fists. Don’t you agree?”
     
    I cleared my throat. “That’s… very honorable of you.”
     
    “Does your husband honor you, Paige?”
     
    I stared at my watch, as I took his pulse. It was racing as fast as my own. “I’m…not married.”
     
    A grin spread across his face. “Your boyfriend, then?”
     
    I shook my head, biting my bottom lip. “No boyfriend. No time for either.”
     
    “Well, then.” He didn’t even try to hide the lust radiating off of him. It was palpable as it swirled with my own. I needed to get him fixed, and get him out of here, before I gave in.
     
    “Can you take your shirt off now? I want to check for further injuries before I glue your stitches back together.”
     
    “Be happy to.”  He reached his hand back, and pulled off his shirt in a single motion over his head, revealing broad shoulders, hard abs, and that sexy V that dipped down into the waistband of his prison issued pants.
     
    Prisoner ! My inner voice screamed. He’s a felon , a bad guy. Stop ogling felons! I should be flinching away from him, not swaying toward him. He was exactly the type of guy I usually avoided. And for good reason. I mean, he’s in prison! Yet, I felt no fear at all, and I couldn’t make myself turn away. I wanted him. I wanted to touch him. My fingertips inched toward his skin, crackling with electricity upon making contact. He hissed through his teeth as I trailed over the hard muscles of his back. I lied to myself, saying it was to feel for tenderness, but I couldn’t concentrate on anything except how beautiful he was. Because he was—breathtakingly beautiful. Tiny goose bumps broke out on his skin, and when I looked over, his eyes were shut, a tiny smile on his face.
     
    A black raven with wings spread wide between his shoulder blades, the words Fallen Idols scrawling through them in beautiful script. His back arched as I touched it.
     
    “Does it hurt here?” I whispered, gently testing the area near his kidneys.
     
    “No.” His voice was low and husky. “Not at all.”
     
    I moved my fingers up to where his liver was. A tiny moan escaped his mouth as I touched him. Oh my God! He’s as turned on as I am! “How about here?” He winced slightly, and the yellowish discoloration under the skin told me he might need an ultrasound to make sure there was no blood in his liver. I’d need to run a few blood tests as well.
     
    I made my way around to the other side of the bed, and became face to face with him. “I’ll probably need to run a few tests,” I explained, ignoring the pull between us.
     
    “Does that mean I’ll have to stay here longer?” His hand reached up, grabbing my hip, and pulled me slightly closer. I didn’t even try to fight it.
     
    “Yes,” I breathed.
     
    “Then, I’m all yours.”
     
    We were