Royally Screwed: A British Bad Boy Romance

by Jessica Ashe

  He squeezed my hips as he thrust himself into me while I moaned his name, faster and faster, until I came harder than I’d ever come before. The pleasure between my legs was so intense it bordered on pain, but I rode with it as Elliot kept thrusting until he finished into the silicone wrapped tightly around his dick.

  I collapsed forward onto the bed, sweaty and shaking aggressively as the orgasm kept rocking through my body.

  Elliot lay next to me, stroking my cheek with his thick fingers. At some point the belt had come off, discarded on the floor with the rest of our clothing.

  “You’re still shaking,” he said, smiling as his hand went to my chest. “I’m no doctor, but I’d say your heart rate is rather high right now.”

  “I’ll recover,” I replied. “Eventually.”

  “And when you do, I’ll be there to get it going again.”

  I lay in his arms until I felt my eyes getting heavy with sleep. “You know that day of sightseeing we have planned tomorrow?”

  “Yeah, why?”

  “Let’s cancel it. I don’t ever need to leave this room.”

  Epilogue

  Alison - Six months later

  I’d only been away six months, but it felt like a lifetime.

  Staff greeted me in the hallways as if I’d never left. My return to the hospital would have generated its fair share of gossip, but they kept it behind my back which was fine with me.

  “It’s good to see you again, Mr. Edmundson.” I really meant that as well. I could handle patients making jokes about sponge baths now. It just didn’t seem important anymore.

  “Didn’t think I’d make it back,” Fred replied. “Glad I did though.”

  I reviewed his chart while a nurse took his temperature and blood pressure. I’d been in a good mood this morning, so I arranged for a pretty female nurse to attend to him. I knew it was just feeding the negative stereotype he had in his head, but he’d been through a lot because of this hospital.

  It was a miracle he hadn’t died, but he was going to need a big operation—one he wouldn’t have needed if we’d treated him earlier.

  “I still don’t have insurance,” Fred said nervously.

  “I know. Don’t worry, I’ve arranged for the hospital to cover your costs. They’re worried you’re going to sue.”

  “Ha, like I could afford a lawyer.”

  “I’d be quiet about that if I were you,” I said with a wink.

  Treating Fred for free had been a condition of my return. Fred might not be able to afford a lawyer, but I damn well could. Or at least Elliot could. Apparently I had a case for constructive dismissal, and possibly sexual discrimination.

  After a bit of digging by my lawyer, we found out that a disproportionate number of women had left the hospital in the last few years. The hospital quickly reached out and offered me my job back.

  To Elliot’s surprise, I accepted.

  “Does this special treatment get me that sponge bath?” Fred asked me. “Or at least the hose?”

  “You’re more than capable of washing yourself,” I replied.

  Nurse Pattel laughed, and shook her head. “You wouldn’t be asking her for a sponge bath if you saw her boyfriend.”

  “Big guy?”

  “Oh yeah,” the nurse said. “You could say that.”

  “Is he hanging around the hospital again?” I asked.

  I pretended to be annoyed at Elliot popping by my workplace, but I loved that he was here all the time. We’d first met when I’d given him a medical in room three, and we’d gotten up close and personal in there many times since.

  “He’s in the children’s ward,” Pattel replied. “The kids love him, although not all of the parents share the sentiment. The kids all want to become fighters now.”

  “That’s because he only shares the good stories. He should show them the scars covering his body.”

  “Can he show me his scars?” Pattel asked.

  “You’re as bad as him,” I said, nodding to Fred, who was watching us with a bemused smile. “Is everyone around here obsessed with sex?”

  “Easy for you to say when you’re getting it on a reg—“

  “Okay, thank you nurse.”

  Pattel smiled at Fred, and promised to consider the sponge bath. He looked pleased with that.

  “I’ll leave you in Nurse Pattel’s capable hands.”

  Knowing Elliot was nearby made it impossible to focus on work. I was due for a break anyway. Only a ten-minute one though; nowhere near enough time for what I really wanted to do.

  “You should be training,” I said, as I approached Elliot from behind. He was teaching a kid a basic one-two punching maneuver.

  Yeah, not every parent is going to love his influence here.

  “I am training,” Elliot replied. “I’m training young Jack here. He’s coming along nicely.”

  “And what about you?” I asked. “Are you still planning on getting back in the ring? Or cage, or whatever it is?”

  “I still haven’t decided. I don’t know if I want to dedicate my life to getting revenge on Tyler Young. That doesn’t seem like a great way to live.”

  “Well, yeah, no sh—kidding,” I said, checking my language for the children listening intently. “What will you do instead?”

  Elliot shrugged his shoulders casually. “I don’t know. I’m not too worried about it. I’m not exactly short on money after the big championship fight.”

  “How much did you get paid for that?”

  “Didn’t I tell you?”

  “Nope.”

  “Well I’m not struggling for funds. Although, I do have about $10,000 less than I did this morning.”

  I looked around the ward and noticed all the new game consoles and toys littering the place.

  “You spent $10,000 on this stuff?”

  “Huh? Oh, no. Guess I have $13,000 less than I did this morning. I feel like this would have been more romantic ten years ago when I could have handed you the tickets, but here, look at this email.”

  Elliot pulled up and email and handed me his phone.

  The email was just a list of hotels in glamorous beach resorts. It looked like the many promotional emails I received every day and ignored.

  “What’s this about?” I asked.

  “Those are a list of the hotels we’re staying in. I’ve spoken to your boss and arranged for you to take a month off work.”

  “I’ve only just—“

  “Don’t argue. I bet you haven’t taken a holiday since med school. We’re going to Australia, New Zealand, Thailand, Vietnam, Laos, and a load of other places I can’t remember. And then we’re ending the holiday in Macau.”

  “Macau. Where’s that?”

  “China. I’ve taken the luxury of entering you in a poker competition. You’ll be competing against the best in the world. Think you’re up for it?”

  “I reckon I can get a few of the players naked,” I joked. I hugged Elliot as intimately as I could get away with in a room full of children. “Thank you. I can’t wait to go on vacation with you.”

  “And I can’t wait to see you in a bikini.”

  Elliot

  I wished we were leaving now, but we had an entire week to wait until we boarded the first plane. It was going to be a long week.

  “Elliot?”

  I looked down and saw Rachel looking up at me. She’d suffered multiple broken bones after a nasty fall while ice skating, but she was already itching to get back on the ice. She was braver than me.

  Or maybe I was just being sensible? I could get a rematch against Tyler Young one day, but I didn’t want it. I was the better fighter, and the belt didn’t hold much appeal any more. I’d started fighting to defend myself, and those I loved. I’d succeeded, and now I intended to look after Alison in the way she deserved.

  “What’s up, Rachel?” I asked, crouching down on my knees to meet her at eye level.

  “I heard you talking to your friend on the phone earlier, and you said t
hat the vacation cost $40,000. Why did you lie to Doctor Harvey?”

  “You really shouldn’t be listening to phone conversations, Rachel.”

  “I know. Mommy always tells me that, too. But you shouldn’t lie, either.”

  “I didn’t lie. You see, the holiday cost $10,000, but in total I’m spending $40,000.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “It was $10,000 on the holiday, and $30,000 on this.” I pulled the small box out of my pocket and held it up in front of Rachel’s face. From the way her eyes lit up, she was clearly old enough to understand what was inside. “You promise to keep it a secret?”

  Rachel nodded. “I promise.”

  “Good girl.”

  I slipped the box back in my pocket and went back to messing around with the kids. It promised to be a holiday to remember.

  THE END

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