Rebel Rising: A Rebel Storm MC Romance

by Tahlia Gold

  Webber is screaming at Madison now. “Bring me the goddamned aspirin or you will be looking for a new job tomorrow.”

  “Doctor,” I say again to Webber.

  “Are you serious?” Webber says. “I want you out. Get out! Somebody call security to escort her out please.”

  This man is going to die and his own daughter is going to kill him unless I can convince her otherwise.

  Fat chance.

  Am I right? What if I’m wrong and Webber is right and he dies because of me?

  I run through the symptoms again. No. I am right. I know this like I know my own name.

  There’s only one thing I can think to do. I go to the meds station and grab a shot of Ativan. This is what we give psych patients who are freaking out and we want them to take a nice long nap.

  Everything is in slow motion as I walk up behind Webber with the syringe in my hand. I say a little prayer before I poke the sharp needle into her butt. Webber yelps and lunges forward then turns around to stare at me with the syringe in my hand. She has the most confused look on her face but then she suddenly realizes what I did and her face turns to rage. She’s coming towards me. I throw the syringe in the corner and get ready.

  Webber collapses forward into me and I fall back, bracing her fall with my body. She’s completely out. I roll her off of me.

  The entire room is silent except for the beeping and whirring of the machines.

  I get up off the floor and calmly order an ultrasound. One of the nurses says, “Oh my god.”

  Another one says, “Someone call security.”

  Madison’s mouth is wide open; she’s staring at me.

  “Do not give him aspirin,” I say. “Get an ultrasound. I think this man has an aortic dissection. If you give him aspirin, he’ll die.”

  I put the ultrasound on his belly. Nothing is showing up.

  Come on.

  “Where are you?” I say under my breath. Sweat is dripping down my face.

  And then I find it.

  It’s there.

  “Got it!” I yell.

  “Start an esmolol and nitroprusside drip; esmolol first. We have to get his blood pressure down or he’s going to continue ripping apart his aorta. Someone call surgery and let them know we’re coming up right now.”

  Once he’s in surgery, Madison and I wait outside the door together until the surgeon finally comes out.

  “He’s going to make it. You saved his life.”

  My shift ended two hours ago but I’ve been sticking around because I want to see how Webber’s dad is doing. But I absolutely don’t want to see Webber. I’m sure she wants to kill me. What I did is considered assault and once she has the time I would bet anything she’ll call the police or worse just take me out herself.

  I’ve been hiding out on the roof and I’ve been texting Madison periodically to go check and see if Webber is still with her dad. Finally, Madison says the coast is clear so I head down there quickly.

  He’s sleeping when I get there. I check his chart and everything seems good. He’s still not out of the woods yet—it’s a very serious condition but his surgeon is one of the best in the state so his chances are good.

  I still can’t believe I gave Webber the Ativan. It worked out. Her dad is alive. But… Wow. That was insane, even by my standards. I couldn’t have lived with myself if I had knowingly let Webber kill her dad. If the Board wasn’t going to get rid of me before then this is for sure the last nail in the coffin. They couldn’t even let me stay if I wanted to. Drugging a fellow doctor? Overriding a licensed physician? They would be crazy to let me stay.

  As I’m turning to leave, Webber comes in. She stops when she sees me.

  Adrenaline shoots through me and I get ready for whatever is going to come. I put my hands up near my face like I’m just holding them casually in front of me. In college I took a self-defense class and they said if you think you might get into a fight you should just casually put your hands up. There’s nothing casual about it though. I feel awkward as hell.

  Webber is coming towards me. My whole body tenses. I’ve never been in a fight in my life. I’m not about to hit this woman so I just shut my eyes and brace myself for the worst. My lungs fill with air; I’m ready to scream for help. She grabs me. She’s going to throw me to the ground, I know it. I try to make myself stand strong, like a tree.

  But instead of ending up on the ground, I’m standing there and Webber is hugging me.

  She’s sobbing and hugging me. Her tears are making my neck wet and she’s squeezing me tight.

  I… don’t know what to make of this.

  It doesn’t feel natural, but I hug her back. This woman that’s made my life a living hell, who wants to destroy my career, I’m actually hugging her.

  And then she’s thanking me. Over and over again, she’s saying thank you. She’s crying harder now and the words she’s saying are barely intelligible.

  I don’t know what else to do so I start petting her back like she’s a cat. What the fuck is happening in my life?! Webber—the hard-nosed queen who never shows emotion—is crying and hugging me.

  What a day.

  What a week.

  What a life.

  I’m crying too now. There’s a sudden realization dawning inside me that I’ve been holding on to so much. All the emotion about my job, about Dylan, about my brother even, it’s gushing out of me like a water fall. I feel such a release of energy.

  Then Webber stops hugging me. She’s looking me in the eyes with a metric shit-ton of intensity. “I want you to know, Doctor, that you saved my father’s life. Not many people would have done what you did. You made a difficult diagnosis and you were confident enough in it to carry it out under impossible circumstances. I never could have done what you did.”

  “I… don’t know what to say. I knocked you out.”

  She shakes her head. “You did what you had to do to save a life without thinking of the consequences to yourself. You probably saved two lives. His and mine. I couldn’t have lived with myself knowing I killed him with the wrong treatment. My judgement was compromised and you saw it. I’m so amazed by you.”

  “I just did what you taught me,” I say. And it’s true. “I applied my learning to the problem, and I carried out the treatment. I learned that from you.”

  “I,” she says, “will never be able to thank you enough for this. But I can start by telling you that you have my full confidence now. You’ve made some mistakes; let’s be honest, you’ve made some very big mistakes. But you’ve proven yourself to me beyond a shadow of a doubt. You have what it takes to be a damn good ER doc. You’re calm under pressure and you make the hard choices. Don’t worry about the Review Board. Nobody has to know about what you had to do to me today and I will give them my full recommendation for you to continue here.”

  We cry together some more. I don’t know if I’ll ever be friends with Webber but at least now I feel like we’re colleagues and we can work together. We understand each other. She demands perfection from her students. And she should because people’s lives depend on it.

  When we’re finally done saying thank you and I’m sorry to each other, I leave her with her father and I get to the thing that I want more than anything. I pull out my phone and I call Dylan.

  34

  Dylan

  One Month Later

  Jess is on the back of my bike. It’s a gorgeous California day; the sun is shining and there’s not a single cloud in sight. Jess has her arms wrapped around me tight. I love feeling her so close that every breath she takes reverberates in my body.

  We’re headed north from Oakland up Highway 1, weaving right along the coast. It’s one of the prettiest drives in the country. We pass cars like they’re not moving and I haven’t seen a single cop all day long. But we’re going so fast if a cop tried to stop us they wouldn’t be able to.

  And she loves it.

  Out in the ocean there are giant rocks sticking up from the shallow water like
immovable mountains. They sit there all day and the waves crash up against them but they’re steady and solid. It’s how I feel too. After everything that’s happened, I know the waves can come—they will come—but no matter how big or small, I’m always going to be here, ready for them.

  Once we get far enough north, the road snakes out from the coast for a bit into the Redwoods. I take a scenic route off the highway that cuts through some dense forest area. I love being around these old trees. Some of them have been around for two-thousand years. That’s crazy to think about. How many people have lived and died and these things are still here? What have these old trees seen come and go in this wild country? It really puts things into perspective.

  Jess grabs me between the legs. I’ve had a semi for the last hour but when she touches it I’m immediately hard. She’s stroking me now through my jeans. Riding on the back of my bike—taking curves where the bike gets close enough to the ground so you could reach out and touch the asphalt—always turns her on. Maybe that’s why I brought her out on this ride. Maybe I just wanted to show her some of this beautiful land out here.

  Or maybe, most likely, I just wanted to fucking ride with my girl on the back of my bike.

  There’s a cutout on the side of the road and I pull over, shut off the motor.

  Jess gets off. When she pulls the helmet off, her long hair tumbles out and she smiles at me.

  I think I might melt right here. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. And I tell her.

  “Stop it,” she says.

  “What? It’s true.”

  “Well, you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes or hands on.”

  She’s giving me that look I’ve come to know so well. The last month it seems like she’s been making up for lost time with all the sex we’ve been having. She’s giving me those ‘fuck me’ eyes now.

  She wants me… bad. And the feeling’s mutual. The way she is—so relaxed and free—it’s like she’s a famous movie star and we’re in a scene in a movie. A scene where she only needs one take because she’s not acting at all. It’s coming from her heart.

  “God, you’re so pretty.”

  “You just said that! I probably look terrible with my helmet hair.” She leans down and checks herself in the mirror.

  I grab her waist from behind, press my hips against her ass. “I brought a blanket,” I whisper into her ear.

  “Oh, I see,” she says. “Is that why you brought me all the way out here? So you could have your way with me? You know I’m not that kind of girl, cowboy.”

  “I know exactly what kind of girl you are. You’re perfect.”

  She rolls her eyes. “You’re crazy.”

  “I am, but you’re still perfect. I’ve never met someone so kind and so goddamned hot. I have no idea what the hell you’re doing with me.”

  “Don’t be silly. We make a great couple. I’m the brains and you just shut your mouth and look pretty.”

  “Is that right?” I poke my fingers into her side to tickle her. She giggles and tries to pull away but I hold her close. “You want me to shut my mouth?”

  She turns around to look at me. I have my lips sealed tight.

  “No!” she says. “Don’t do that to me.”

  She kisses my closed lips but I don’t open them, teasing her.

  She tries to kiss me again, force her tongue into my mouth but I don’t give up yet.

  “Stop it!” she says. “I didn’t mean it. Don’t shut your mouth. You’re smart, and sexy and I love everything that comes out of that beautiful mouth of yours.”

  I can’t help but smile. “Yeah?”

  She takes her chance and kisses me. I can’t resist now and I let her soft tongue into my mouth, let her explore all around. She puts her hand on my crotch and squeezes. I grab her breast. Her hard nipple presses against my palm. A car drives by and honks.

  “So…” I say. “Did I mention I brought a blanket?”

  “What? You think you’re just going to take me into the woods, lay your little blanket down on the ground and then put me there? It doesn’t sound very safe. And besides, my mother warned me about men like you.”

  “Did she warn you I’d do something like this?” I slip my hand down the front of her shorts, inside her panties. My fingers find wetness and I glide them between her warm folds, then circle her clit, slowly, working her into a frenzy.

  Jess moans and arches her back. “Fuck. I want you so bad. I want you inside me.”

  She unzips the front of her shorts then starts to unbuckle my belt.

  I laugh and grab her hand. “Hang on. You want me to fuck you on the side of the road?”

  Her face is flush. She kissed me again. “Fuck me. I want you.”

  “Okay, let’s take the blanket and go a little ways into the woods and lay down.”

  “Fine,” she says. “But hurry.”

  I’ve never seen her this insistent before. And it’s really turning me on. My cock is threatening to bust a hole in my jeans.

  We get the blanket and I lead her by the hand down a little trail into the majestic Redwoods and find a spot under one of the biggest trees I’ve ever seen. I lay out the blanket and put her down on it.

  She pulls me down with her, puts her tongue in my mouth and her hand down the front of my jeans.

  I pull my shirt off as fast as I can and she does the same with her shirt and bra. Then I take her breast in my mouth, bite her nipple hard enough to make her moan. A bird flies over us, squawking.

  Her legs are wrapped around my torso and I slip down between them and practically rip her shorts off. Her panties are soaking wet and I get those off her too as fast as I can before I bury my mouth into her wetness, tasting her, flicking my tongue across her clit.

  She’s moaning and grinding herself against my face, pulling the back of my head into her.

  “God,” she says. “I want you to fuck me. Fuck me now, Dylan.”

  I’m not one to leave a woman waiting so I get out of my jeans and I’m kneeling between her legs trying to get the damn condom wrapper open.

  “No,” she says.

  I look up to see her face is flushed red and she has a faint smile on her face.

  “No?” I say.

  “I want to feel you. I don’t want you to use a condom. We’re together now right? You don’t have some secret girlfriend I don’t know about do you?”

  I frown. “Of course not. You don’t think that right?”

  She laughs. “You better not have a secret girlfriend. Besides me that is.”

  “You’re no secret,” I say. “But I haven’t been tested lately.”

  “I have,” she says. “And… well, you have too.”

  “I have? That’s news to me.”

  She bites her lip. “Well, you see, that time you came to the hospital because you got into a bar fight? When we first reconnected? I may have ordered an STD test for you too.”

  “You what?” I laugh. “That’s got to be illegal or something.”

  She grins. “No, it’s not illegal. Unethical maybe, but not illegal. And guess what? You’re clean. Or you were clean then so if, and I know it’s a big if, you haven’t had sex with another girl since, then we’re good to go.”

  I fall down between her legs, kiss her neck, bite her. “I’ve only been with you,” I say into her ear.

  “Then what are you waiting for?”

  She grabs my cock—it’s throbbing against her hand—and then guides it to her entrance.

  Her warmth envelopes the tip and I slowly guide it inside her.

  I groan as her muscles tighten around me, pulling me in, until I’m completely inside her.

  “Oh my god, Jess. You feel so good.”

  She moans, squeezes her legs around me.

  I pull out then press my hips forward again to meet hers.

  Soon we’re going at it hard, and fast, neither of us wanting, or even able, to take our time with it now. We both have some raw need for the other.


  I place my arm under the small of her back and pull her as close to me as I can.

  She’s grinding her pussy against me as her moans get faster. “Fuck me hard Dylan. I want you to fuck me hard.”

  So I do. I push myself into her hard, making a slapping noise as our bodies collide.

  It doesn’t take long before her body is writhing and shaking beneath me and she’s screaming out into the empty forest as the orgasm rolls through her.

  “Can I come inside you?” I ask, my breathing fast and labored.

  “Yes, baby. Come inside me.”

  I last just a few more strokes and then my body tightens, my balls clench and I explode. I’m coming inside her, kissing her as I do it, for what seems like forever.

  It is forever.

  When I’m finally finished, we lay like that together, me inside her, listening to the sounds of the forest, listening to those old trees tell us all their secrets. Two lovers with nothing between them.

  I’m the first to break the silence. I’m overcome with emotion and my eyes start to water but I don’t care at this point. “Jess, I can’t believe how much I love you. I never thought something like this was possible. I never knew love even existed until now.”

  She looks into my eyes, and smiles. Her perfect eyes start to well up. “I love you too, Dylan.”

  35

  Jess

  One Year Later

  Wow. It’s the last day of residency. I can’t believe I made it. When I first started medical school seven years ago, this day seemed like it would never come. And now that it’s here it doesn’t seem real. I keep thinking someone’s going to come in and say “Just kidding, Jess. You thought you were going to be a doctor?”

  Even Webber seems okay with me graduating residency. We’ve still had our share of ups and downs over the last six months but we’ve developed into a relationship where we at least understand each other. We still don’t agree on everything but now I feel like I can at least tell her I don’t agree and why and she will hear me out.