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  Sweet Torture

  A Novella

  Georgia Cates

  Georgia Cates Books, LLC

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  ISBN: 978-1-948113-29-8

  Editing services provided by Lisa Aurello

  Formatting by Jeff Senter of Indie Formatting Services

  Cover design by Georgia Cates

  Chapter 1

  Owen Bliss

  “Owen.”

  I hear a woman’s voice saying my name but I can’t open my eyes. Both lids weigh a ton. Hard as I try, I just can’t make the fuckers open.

  “Is it normal for him to be so groggy?”

  I recognize my mom’s voice and hear the worry in her tone. What is going on? Why am I so sleepy? And why the hell can’t I open my eyes?

  “Nothing’s wrong. He’s only been out of surgery fifteen minutes. Some people are slower than others to wake up after anesthesia.”

  Oh, right. I had surgery on my fucked-up shoulder. At least it’s not hurting.

  “Owen, I need to get your vital signs again.”

  Again? Guess I’ve been out cold; I don’t remember having my blood pressure taken at all.

  My upper arm is squeezed tightly and then released. “O… wennn. Think you can wake up and look at me?”

  The woman’s voice is soft and sweet, very much like a little girl’s. And so familiar. Makes me want to try harder to open my eyes so I can see her.

  I successfully peek through one and then both eyes after several attempts. My vision is blurry, so I blink a few times to bring the woman into focus.

  “Hey there. Looks like someone is trying to wake up.”

  I’m sleepy as fuck but I fight to keep my eyes open so I can make out the woman’s face. “My name’s Ash. I’m your recovery room nurse.”

  Her long honey-blonde hair has fallen forward and is acting as a veil to hide her face as she leans over me. I want so badly to push it away so I can see what she looks like. I wonder if she has an angel’s face to go along with that soft-spoken voice.

  “Assh.” My tongue is still thick from anesthesia so her name comes out slurred and sounding more like Ass. Even sedated, I know that’s not great.

  She giggles before tossing her hair over her shoulder so she can look at me. “Do you need something?”

  I blink again to bring her face into focus. Porcelain skin. Rosy cheeks. I don’t know if I’m still disoriented from the anesthesia or not but I can’t give her eye color a name. They’re a peculiar mix of green and brown with golden flecks. Hazel, I think? “You…are…beautiful.” Wow. I was thinking that—and then poof—the words came tumbling out of my mouth.

  Her expression changes to one I can’t place. Maybe a cross between concentration and confusion? “They must have given you some good drugs in surgery.”

  “No, honey, that’s my son all the time. I’m not the least bit shocked he’s barely awake after anesthesia and already flirting with a pretty girl.”

  OK. I can’t be hallucinating if my mom said that. “See? She thinks you’re pretty too. And she hasn’t had drugs.” I’ll be glad when I can hold my eyes open for more than a few seconds so I can get a better look at her.

  “I need to look at your dressing.” My nurse leans over and pulls the top of my hospital gown open to inspect my arm and shoulder. She takes a pen from her pocket and draws a circle on my bandage.

  “Looks OK?” Fuck, she smells good. I open my eyes, and damn, her tits are right there in my face.

  “All good.” She glances at me and then quickly looks away when our eyes connect. “How’d you mess up your rotator cuff? Chasing too many girls?” Her question could be taken as comical but her tone lacks humor.

  “Pitching for the Mets.” That earns a smile from her. But also a head shake.

  “Ah, you are a funny one.”

  I close my eyes when a wave of drowsiness rushes over me. “Old pitching injury.”

  “Which he re-injured by throwing a speed ball.” Mom hasn’t been shy about voicing her aggravation with me. “Doctors warned him over and over that he was going to do serious damage if he didn’t stop pitching. But did he listen?”

  “I guess you’ll listen now.” She closes my gown and steps away as she puts her hands on her hips. “Dressing looks good. Need anything? Head of the bed up some more? Ice chips? Bathroom?” What’s she going to do for me in the bathroom? Hold my dick for me? Maybe I need to take a piss if that’s the case. I wouldn’t mind her hand on my cock.

  Mom’s phone vibrates. “This is Claudia texting. She wants to come back to see you so I’m going to swap places with her.”

  My nurse puts the call thing in my good hand. “I’m stepping out so push that button or have your girlfriend come to the desk if you need anything.”

  “OK.” Wait. I don’t have a girlfriend. I open my eyes to correct her but she’s already gone from my room. Well, damn!

  She’ll be back in a few minutes to get my vital signs. I’ll set her straight then. Unless I nod off again and miss her. Or forget.

  Shit.

  My sister pulls back the curtain and comes into my recovery room. “Hey. How is Coach Bliss feeling?”

  “Claudia, you have to tell the nurse you’re not my girlfriend if I fall asleep.”

  My sister’s head tilts as she smiles. “You always say the craziest shit after anesthesia. I should be recording this so I can put it on YouTube. Or send it in to that TV show where you can win ten thousand dollars for the funniest video.”

  I’m not too sedated to give Claudia the finger. “I’m not talking crazy shit. My nurse thinks you’re my girlfriend.”

  “So?”

  “I don’t want her to think I’m unavailable.”

  Claudia waddles over and sits in the chair next to my bed. “For real, Owen? You just woke up from surgery and you’re chasing a piece of ass?”

  Yeah, I guess I am. “Come on. Do it for me, squirt. Ash will be back in a few minutes.”

  She rolls her eyes. “OK. Whatever.”

  Claudia’s phone vibrates and she smiles as she thumbs a reply. “This is Bram checking in on you. I can’t wait to see what he says about your hitting on your nurse two seconds after surgery.”

  Bram and Claudia have been married six months. She’s eight months pregnant. I think the fucker knocked her up on purpose. And she let him.

  I’m still pissed off that Bram was screwing with my baby sister behind my back but I guess I’m starting to get over it. Not like I really have a choice. They’re married with a baby on the way. My nephew, Abraham, will be making his debut in a few weeks.

  I’m not ready to admit it to either of them but I actually like my best friend being married to my little sister. I know he’ll take care of her—he always has—so that means I don’t have to worry about other dicks screwing with her.

  “Knock, knock,” my nurse says a moment before she pulls the curtain
open. Sort of weird there’s only three walls and some hanging fabric separating all the patients. “Time for vitals again.”

  I can tell the anesthesia is wearing off. Or maybe it’s just this beautiful woman making me more alert.

  She looks at Claudia and her eyes immediately dart to her stomach. I clear my throat, the prompt for my sister to clear up the girlfriend confusion. “Hello. I’m Claudia, his sister.”

  “Oh, hi.” Maybe I’m imagining it because I want it to be there, but I think I pick up on some kind of surprise-relief-happiness. “I’m Ashlyn.”

  Damn. She said Ash before. I’m sure of it. I assumed it was short for Ashley. But Ashlyn? That name brings back some memories from long ago. The one that got away. Literally.

  She pushes a button and the cuff on my arm squeezes again. “Still feeling all right?”

  “Better than I have in weeks.” I’ve been in some motherfucking pain for a while. I shouldn’t have been showing off for my team. It was stupid. But I wanted my players to see my talent. Aspire to be like me. Know they were being coached by someone who knew what the hell he was doing. I didn’t play college baseball—and almost go pro—because I was no good at it.

  This broke-down shoulder put an end to any hope I had for making it into the pros. I was forced to trade that life for one back in my hometown as a high school baseball coach.

  I felt that fucking rotator cuff rip when I was showing the boys my speedball. I wanted to lie on the field and cry like a baby but I held it together in front of them. No way I’d let those kids see me like that.

  “They put a block in your shoulder for pain control and immobilization.” Explains why it feels so good right after surgery.

  “Which means it’s going to hurt like a motherfucker when it wears off, right?”

  Claudia swats my leg. “Owen.”

  “Yeah, it’s going to hurt but the doctor will send you home with a prescription for pain meds. You’ll be fine if you don’t wait until it starts hurting to take it. But we’ll talk about that when I give you discharge instructions.”

  This was an outpatient surgery so she’ll be sending me home soon. That means I have to work fast if I’m going to score a date with her before I go.

  She isn’t wearing a ring on her finger but that doesn’t mean she’s not married or dating someone. I don’t know if nurses are allowed to wear jewelry at work. “Are you single?”

  She doesn’t crack a smile as she peels my gown back to inspect my bandage again. “Yes.”

  “Why don’t you give me your number so I can call you later? I’d really like to take you out to dinner or something.”

  “Or something?” Her veil of hair has fallen again so I can’t see her face as she draws on my bandage. “I don’t go out with patients.”

  No way I’m taking that for an answer. “Then it’s a good thing I won’t be your patient much longer.”

  This is crazy as hell. I wake up from surgery, see this angel standing over me, and lose my fucking mind because I’m scared I’ll never see her again. I won’t let this be the last time I ever see her.

  She releases my gown and steps back. “Dressing still looks good.”

  “And so do you.” I know I’m coming on strong but the countdown is on. I need to persuade her to go out with me before she kicks my ass out of this bed.

  “I don’t date players.”

  I point to my injured shoulder. “Mets put me on the bench. Not a player anymore.”

  “I think we both know you are.” Her eyes lock with mine and I see her. I mean I really see her.

  “Wait. I know you. You’re… her.” Ashlyn, from five years ago.

  She quickly looks away without a reply. “Doc will be in to round on you in a bit and we’ll see about getting you out of here.”

  She’s the one. I’m certain of it.

  The girl I met five years ago at a party.

  The girl in my bed who slipped away in the middle of the night.

  The girl I haven’t been able to forget.

  Chapter 2

  Ashlyn Shepherd

  Holy shit. I walked into that recovery room to take care of my patient, never expecting it to be him. Owen. One of two people who without fail I’ve thought of every day for the last five years.

  Owen Bliss. I didn’t know his last name until now. Not that I couldn’t have found out if I wanted. But I wasn’t interested. I wanted to forget him. Forget that night. Forget those eyes.

  Those pale blue eyes. I’ve seen them every day of my life since that night. Hard not to when you have a daily reminder.

  You are beautiful. I knew it was him the minute I heard those three words leave his mouth. They’re the same ones he told me that night. And I believed him.

  I’d just had the hardest nursing exam and skills check-off of my life. Passed by the skin of my teeth. I needed to blow off some steam and escape the stress so I could get my head in check for what was coming next. I swore I was going to do better. I had to. I couldn’t afford to flunk out of nursing school when my family was depending on me.

  It was homecoming weekend at UT. My best friend, Brittany, invited me over for the game and all the festivities. Huge mistake. I shouldn’t have gone.

  No. That isn’t the truth. Going to that party was the best decision of my life.

  Brittany scored an invite to a shindig being thrown by her classmate, Brantley, and his friends, Owen, Bram, and Drake. Bram and Brantley were a pair of big-fucking-deal baseball players for Tennessee. Sounded like the perfect kind of fun before returning to nursing classes the next week. Cardiac. I wasn’t looking forward to starting that unit. The class ahead of us said it was hell and about half failed the exam.

  I was surprised when I caught the attention of one of the hotshot baseball players. Not that I wasn’t a catch but I pegged him and his buddy as the kind of guys who’d go for the sorority-girl type. Not someone with a serious agenda like me. But Owen overlooked every one of those sorority girls to see me. Talk to me. The girl from a community college nursing program, praying she graduated so she could take on some of her family’s financial burden.

  Owen wanted to know everything about me: Where I was from. What I was doing in school. What kind of nurse I wanted to be. We drank and talked and talked and drank. I wasn’t just a little tipsy. I was totally trashed.

  The party got crazy. Like really crazy. We could hardly hear each other over the thumping bass, and I wanted to hear every word he had to say, so it seemed like a great idea when he asked me to go upstairs with him to his bedroom where it was quiet and calm.

  We stretched out side by side on the bed, facing one another, and talked for hours. That’s all we did. He didn’t even try to kiss me. I admit that was disappointing but I simultaneously liked it because it meant he hadn’t brought me to his room with the intention of using me to get laid.

  Lying next to one another, fully clothed. That’s how we drifted off. But not how we awakened.

  I don’t know who made the first move. I only remember waking in the middle of the night, the room dimly lit by the bedside lamp, and Owen lying on top of me.

  His long, lean baseball-player-esque body was nestled between my parted legs, his hard-on pressed against me. Rocking. Thrusting. And I didn’t tell him to stop. In fact, I’m pretty sure I was the one who made the first move toward getting naked.

  I’m not sure if it was the alcohol or our intense physical chemistry, but I wanted him. Bad. And I was going all the way despite the fact that it was my first time.

  A panty dropper at a drunken college party. That’s how I came to lose my virginity at nineteen to a guy whose last name I didn’t even know.

  “I discharged both my patients. Want me to watch yours so you can grab lunch?” Martha asks. She’s always the first nurse on my shift to offer help.

  “Yes! That would be great.” And what would be even more awesome is if Dr. Hall came around and discharged Owen Bliss while I’m away so I don’t have to see him again. “
Vitals are due on the half-hour.”

  You’re… her. I push the lettuce around on my plate as I consider what those two words mean.

  Her, the girl he screwed while he had a girlfriend?

  Her, the girl who was dumb enough to go upstairs and hand over her virginity?

  Her, the girl who was so easy he didn’t even have to tell her his last name to get laid?

  Owen was pretty drunk. He probably doesn’t even realize he took my virginity. Probably assumes I was a whore who wanted to hook up with a baseball star like all the other girls at that party.

  “Needed a break from my brother, eh?”

  I look up at the sound of the woman’s voice. Owen’s sister. Great. He hasn’t been discharged yet. “When you’re a nurse and someone offers to watch your patients so you can grab lunch, you don’t say no, since the chance will likely not present itself again.”

  She sits on the bench across from me. “He’s not happy another nurse took your place. He wants you.” A grin spreads across her face. “In a long string of choice words, he told her to get out and send you back to be his nurse again.”

  “Martha’s an excellent nurse. She’ll take great care of your brother.”

  Claudia grimaces as she pushes her shoulders back and straightens her spine. “He’s going ballistic; he thinks you left and won’t be coming back in to see him.”

  That was the plan but not if he’s potentially going to be mouthing off to my co-workers about the past. I can’t have him asking questions or getting answers about me and my present life, so it’s time to put out this fire.

  I gather my lunch to toss in the trash. “I’m on my way back.”

  Claudia’s expression is apologetic. “I shouldn’t have disturbed you on your lunch break. I’m sorry.”

  “It’s okay.” Owen Bliss killed any appetite I might have had.

  “I don’t know why my brother’s being so nuts. Anesthesia always makes him say funny things but he’s never been this way.”