HAMMER: Wolves MC (Riding With Wolves Book 1)
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“Gator came and got me the night you were attacked,” Rachel explained. “And Crete and Hannah told me everything—I mean everything. And once they did… I don’t know…things just changed for me. I decided to stop chasing ghosts and go after the living instead.
“I’ve been coming here, every day, for the past three months, to sit by your bedside. And I’ve met every one of your friends—your brothers—that came to see you. I heard stories about you, and about them, that I just couldn’t believe. Some things I heard pissed me off, made me jealous, or upset me—but most of them made me happy, excited, and really fucking eager for you to wake up.”
One of Rachel’s tears fell out of her eye and landed on my cheek, and it was like one of those fairytale princess movies. Inexplicably, and immediately, I felt alive again—and I don’t just mean because I’d “risen” from my coma—and believe it or not, it had nothing to do with my cock either.
“Now that you’re up, we have a lot of catching up to do—and you have a nephew to meet. But before we can do any of that, I probably should go get a nurse or a doctor, so they can check you out… But if you don’t mind, I think I’d like to check you out first.
“And from the looks of what you’ve got going on down there,” she said, wantonly eyeing my body, “it doesn’t look like you’d mind.”
Rachel moved closer to the bed and pulled down the sheet just a little, then slid her hand underneath it and…
I might not have died, but I was in heaven.
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