BLAMELESS: MC Biker Romance (Black Thorns, #3) Read Online Free

I manage to get out.
    I hear her slam the driver’s door shut and start the engine. “What?”
    “Serious. Say it.”
    “Okay. No hospitals. I promise.”
    Phew. Good. Now, I can relax.
    Fuck, I’m tired.
    I can’t help it.
    I close my eyes and everything slips away.
     

Chapter 4
    ~Sarah~
     
    “Where’d you…learn to…do this?” Runner asks me, his voice hoarse and weak as he looks down at the stitches in his side.
    “I just have some experience, that’s all,” I answer as vaguely as possible.
    “You ain’t…a nurse,” he points out.
    “Don’t worry about it,” I say, taping some gauze over the wound.
    I pull back and start packing up my first aid kit equipment that’s spread out all over my bedside table.
    I hear him grunting and shifting uncomfortably on the bed.
    I stop what I’m doing and look over at him. Oh God. In the seriousness and chaos of the situation, I hadn’t stopped to really notice the fact that he was actually lying in my bed shirtless and wearing nothing but his jeans. But now…my goodness. He’s ripped. And his tattoos are sexy. I’ve never really been a fan, but his are changing all that. He has the Black Thorns MC crest over his heart and a different tattoo on each shoulder. Before I can figure out what they are and get a good look, another grunt from him startles me out of my perverted thoughts.
    “I’ll get you something for the pain.”
    His hand shoots out and grabs my arm. “No.”
    “What? I have to. You’re in agony. You can’t—”
    “No, darlin’. No drugs,” he insists.
    I don’t get it. Is he really that intent on keeping up his macho image here that he won’t take some painkillers? “Don’t be such a hard-ass,” I say, surprising myself that I’m talking like this to him.
    “Ain’t that…can’t…no drugs.”
    “Why not?”
    “Got…bad history.”
    He tightens his grip on my arm and pulls me closer. “Swear to me. Might be…getting delirious…and shit. No matter…what I say…no drugs. Please. Please, darlin’.”
    Wow, he’s begging me. Pleading with me. I’ve never seen this side of him before. Never seen beneath his cool, unaffected and tough exterior. But here it is. His vulnerability is so shocking that I don’t know what to say.
    “Sarah?” he gasps. “Please.”
    I peel his hand off me, which is easy because he’s so weak right now. He’s lost a lot of blood. I pick up a damp cloth from my bedside table and pat his forehead gently, wiping away the sweat and dulling the heat. “I swear. No drugs.”
    He smiles weakly. “Thank…you.”
    He murmurs softly and closes his eyes as I continue to soothe him with the cloth.
    After a long while of silence, he says, “You’d make…a good…nurse.”
    “I’m sorry. This is all my fault. You got stabbed because of me.”
    “Nah, darlin’. Stabbed cuz…I took ’em on. I made…that call.”
    “No one’s ever protected me like that before.”
    His eyes open slightly and he fixes his tired gaze on me. “Their loss.”
    I laugh. He must already be getting delirious. “Okay, sure.”
    He lays his hand on mine, covering the cloth and rasps, “Sweet angel.”
    I freeze at his touch and his gentle words. “Runner, I—”
    “How’d you…do it?”
    “Do what?”
    His hand leaves mine and he struggles to move it as he points at his jeans.
    I draw back in surprise. His thing is standing to attention. “Oh.”
    “My dick wants…to fuck you…but I don’t.”
    Well that’s just mean. I take the cloth away and climb off the bed, turning from him so he can’t see that he’s hurt me. No man will get to see that.
    “No…I mean…cuz you’re too…too good.”
    “What?” I ask, turning back to him.
    “An…angel…and I’m…an asshole.”
    “I don’t think you’re an asshole. You just like other people to only see that side of you.”
    He smiles and murmurs, “Yeah.”
    And then he closes his eyes and he’s out. Asleep again.
    I’m just left staring at him, my