CHAPTER EIGHT
Tessa’s heart beat like a snare drum, her body tense and her brain unable to process what she has just witnessed. Was she dreaming? The question popped in her head as she silently closed the door, a mere minute before the man Locke called Gage headed her way toward what she supposed was the master bathroom.
Sliding once more between the sheets, her body screamed at her to shut down while her brain fought to make sense of the most incredible sex she had ever seen. Was she still asleep?
Her last memory was of Locke filling her world with pleasure to the point where she’d forgotten everything about time and space. He must have carried her to bed, but something had disturbed her. Tessa had always been a light sleeper, it came with working as a doctor at the ER. Or maybe she wasn’t used to lying in a comfortable bed anymore.
The strange bed, the strange room, disoriented her even more. Naked and shivering, she stood and went to the door. In a matter of seconds, she remembered everything. The hospital, Allison, the beating, Luther … and Locke.
Once more she shivered, but not from the cold. Cracking the door open, she saw them. Recognizing Locke immediately, she noticed the unknown bearded man pushing him on the sofa before kissing him like he was a starving man.
Glued to the fascinating scene, Tessa was unable to look away. The sight and sounds, the two magnificent men touching each other, they definitely knew each other’s bodies by heart. The caresses were rough, urgent, brutal in some ways. Both lost in each other. The bearded man humped the sofa, harder and harder, mimicking what he probably wanted to do to Locke as he pleasured him with his mouth and fingers.
When Locke seized up in sweet agony, the man’s digits working his ass with force, Tessa bit back a moan of her own, her tired body on fire. A memory to remember and one that was burned in her brain.
Now back in her bed, her ears alert to any noise outside, she heard nothing. Ignoring the lust slowly receding in her veins, her brain took over and questions started to pop up. In her line of work, she had seen everything and considered herself open-minded. However, it was the first time she had ever seen two men doing it live right before her eyes. And it made her question why Locke wanted to strike a deal with her. Was he bisexual or was she some sort of experiment? The no-kissing rule could very well explain it all. If she agreed to the deal, they weren’t allowed to kiss, but with what she had just witnessed, kissing another man was not off limits.
Images swirled in her mind as she finally fell asleep and had a recurring dream of sitting across from Locke and the bearded man watching them fuck, as she played with herself.
Insistent knocking felt like a pounding headache. Caught in-between dream and reality, Tessa had trouble opening her eyes, her entire body felt like lead.
“Doctor!”
Locke. The voice came closer and there was urgency in it. Her ER brain kicked in and her body struggled to move. The time it took confirmed she had slept for a long time, which was highly unusual for her. Rubbing her eyes, she pushed herself into a sitting position. “Yes, I’m up. What’s the emergency?”
Her eyes fell on Locke at the door, a bright light behind him.
“Cover your eyes, I’m gonna switch on the light.”
Even behind closed lids, the burn made her wince, but years of waking quickly, prepared for anything, worked miracles. “What’s going on?”
Locke’s face was grim. “I need your skills, Doctor.” He put what looked like clothing at the end of her bed and turned around.
On unstable feet, Tessa stumbled out of bed to the en-suite bathroom. Naked, she gathered the clothing in her arms and finished waking herself by splashing cold water on her face.
Her hair was a complete mess of curls, and without a brush, she used her fingers to tame her mane down the best she could. When she started to dress, she realized that they were her own clothes. How could that be? She immediately recognized her comfy jeans and one of her soft sweaters. However, instead of her usual underwear, she held her best lingerie, the ones she had barely worn except for the few dates she’d had.
Dressing quickly, keeping her questions for a later date, she left her room and found Locke gone.
The kitchen and living room were empty, so Tessa walked back toward the hallway leading to the bedrooms. She passed an open door that led to a high-tech gym and headed to the end. The door was ajar, so she entered. The room was paneled with what appeared to be dark cut stones. Windows covered almost the entire far wall, but the light was dimmed with drapes. On the dark bed lay the bearded man, who was badly beaten.
Locke appeared by her side. “I need you to check him over.”
At his voice, the injured man moved his head. “Come on, bro. I just need to rest. Get out of here.”
As one of his eyes was swollen shut, it took a moment before he realized that she was in the room.
“Ah! Is it your lovely doctor?” The man taped the bed beside him. “Come closer, Doctor, I feel very faint all of a sudden.”
Ignoring the crooked grin, Tessa analyzed the situation. “What happened?”
“Gage here lost a fight.”
The bearded man growled. “I didn’t lose it. That’s the point to remember. This was a completely different fight outside the cage. I was ambushed.”
“Shut up, will you. Let her check you out.”
Tessa frowned. The man looked pale and drawn, meaning he was fighting against severe pain. Going to the side of the bed, she saw that his dark shirt, as well as the black sheets on the bed hid a lot of blood.
