Copyright DJ Jamison 2026
Author’s Note: These are draft chapters of my work in progress. They haven’t been edited, and it’s possible some details could change in the final revisions. Enjoy!
Aiden
“Have fun with your research?” Dr. Foley asked as he entered the lab.
“It’s a lot of data to mine through, but it’s interesting. I’m already seeing some patterns of myocardio—”
“Cool. I’ve got to update the care plan for our bypass. So, have fun with that.”
Dr. Rose had let me observe the procedure earlier today, so I knew the patient’s name. “You mean, Frank Matthews?”
“Yeah, whatever.” He sat down at a terminal and typed in his login. “I just think of them by their surgeries. Easier to keep track.”
“How’s he doing?”
“Well, no one’s paged me. So, probably just fine.”
“They wouldn’t page Dr. Rose?”
“Nope. She went home. I’ll be going too, as soon as this plan is done, so how about you let me focus?”
I didn’t understand how he could be so impersonal with the patients. He didn’t even think of them by name? I had already swung by the ICU to peek in on Frank and chatted up the nurses about how he was recovering. Meanwhile, Dr. Rose was gone and Dr. Foley seemed less than invested in anything but the paperwork he had to finish.
They were amazing in the OR, but they seemed to leave all their passion in the sterile environment.
I closed down my computer and packed up for the evening. I’d stayed late to watch the surgery and get enough research hours in. It was a massive project to update data five years out of date, and I was afraid I’d let it get away from me if I didn’t stay on top of my hours.
It didn’t hurt that it kept me away from home a little longer and the growing tension with Knight.
It was after eight when I pulled into the driveway. The trailer glowed with lights in the living room and kitchen, so Knight was there.
Waiting in all his sexy glory.
I let myself in the front door, the scent of savory meat making my mouth water. Knight stood at the stove, stirring meat in a sizzling skillet.
After his comment at the cookout with the Forrester brothers, I realized Knight thought I didn’t like him.
The real problem was, I liked him too much.
Still, I was a twenty-five-year old adult. A doctor. I had to stop running away from Knight like a skittish handmaiden. It wasn’t as if I had any virtue for him to steal. I’d happily handed it over years ago.
I approached the kitchen. I’d just get a glass of water, make a little polite conversation, and show Knight that I wasn’t an asshole.
“Hey, Knight.”
He looked over, blinking in surprise. Was it really that incredible that I’d greet him? Maybe.
“Hey.” His tone was subdued as he flicked off the burner. “I made dinner if you want some.”
“Oh, I don’t want to eat your food.”
“There’s plenty to share. Just grab a plate.”
I glanced at the pan, hesitant. “I, uh, don’t think—”
“Christ, Aiden, it’s just dinner,” Knight exploded. “It’s not a freaking proposal.”
“I know that!”
“Well, why do you run and hide all the damn time? I get it. You would have never fucked around with me if you knew who I was. I’m not good enough for someone like you. But do you—”
“Are you serious?” Fury blazed through me. “Why wouldn’t you be good enough?”
“You know why,” he said tightly.
“That’s bullshit! Of course you’re good enough. You’re too good. God, Knight, you’re so…”
Our eyes locked, the air between us thick and crackling.
“I’m so what?” he rasped.
“You’re so…”
Inescapable. Inevitable.
Irresistible.
I couldn’t say any of that. I could no longer say anything at all. The tension grew taut between us, and I was caught in its current.
I surged forward, and Knight was right there to catch me in a fiery kiss. Our mouths crashed together, teeth clacking, my bottom lip catching on his incisor. The pain was welcome. Any touch from Knight was a balm for my aching need. He clamped a hand around my jaw and held me in place as he adjusted for a deeper kiss, his tongue soothing over my sore bottom lip before pushing into my mouth.
The counter dug into the small of my back. Knight was kissing me so forcefully I was doing a backbend over the sink. I held onto the back of his neck, mouth fused with his, wrestling for control of the kiss.
He broke for breath, eyes meeting mine.
“You’re so good, Knight.” My voice shook with how much I wanted him. “I can’t stop thinking about how good you are.”
His nostrils flared. “Me either, Angel.”
I pushed him back. Concern flared in his eyes. “Please don’t—”
I dropped to my knees.
He sucked in a breath.
“I believe it’s my turn to take you apart.”
I pushed him back against the refrigerator, and he made quick work of unfastening his belt. I tore open the button of his jeans, and reached for the zipper.
I paused to look at him.
“Please don’t stop,” he begged.
How the tables had turned. I was the one in control this time. It was better that way.
I licked my lips, drawing a needy moan from him. “I don’t want a boyfriend.”
He exhaled a shaky laugh. “Good, because I’m not fit to be anyone’s boyfriend.”
“This is just sex. You’re okay with that?”
“Yes! Just please—” I drew the zip down and reached into his underwear. His cock was hot and hard under my fingers. “Fuck. Yes.”
He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his jeans and underwear, shoving fabric down to give me access. His cock popped free, thick and juicy.
I dipped my head to kiss his tip. His hips twitched. He was eager for more. Knight didn’t take over, though. He combed his fingers through my hair, whispering how gorgeous I was, while I bathed his cockhead with my tongue.
When I finally took him fully into my mouth, I flicked a glance up through my lashes.
He gazed at me, transfixed, his eyes hot as he watched his cock slide between my lips. I swirled my tongue around his shaft, slowly backed off until I was teasing the ridge beneath his cockhead.
“Angel, please,” he begged.
A rush of power hit me, and I surged forward, taking him deeper into my mouth. He groaned as I tightened my mouth around him, giving him what he craved.
I wrapped my arms around him, partly for balance, and grabbed handfuls of his ass. I pulled him forward, deeper into my throat, and he caught on, rocking into my mouth at the pace I set. I took him so deep I saw stars, nose buried in his groin.
“Wait,” he gasped. “Not yet.”
He gently nudged me back. I drew off his cock with a slurp. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want to come yet. I’ve been waiting too long for this.”
He grabbed my arm and raised me up, then cupped my cheek and kissed me, almost gently this time. “Your mouth is incredible. Your lips have been tormenting me for weeks.”
I gave a breathless laugh. “Yeah, well, your everything has been teasing me relentlessly.”
He grinned. “Is that why you kept hiding from me?”
“Yes,” I answered honestly.
His eyes softened. “We don’t have to do this.”
“Oh, yes, we fucking do,” I said. “Just promise me we won’t let it get messy. I’m only here for a year, and I don’t want to fuck up my living arrangements.”
“No muss, no fuss,” he said, lips quirking. “I think I can handle that, Dr. Donovan.”
He drew me in for another kiss, working my buttons open one by one as his mouth drifted to my jaw and neck. He ran a big hand down my chest, brushing his thumb over my left nipple, sending tingles through me.
“Beautiful,” he murmured before lowering his mouth to lash my nipple with his tongue.
I sucked in a breath, holding on to his shoulders as he nibbled my chest and worked open my jeans. His hand engulfed my aching cock, and a whimper of need escaped me as he stroked me from root to tip.
“There’s my angel,” he murmured. “Let’s come together.”
Instead of stroking me as I expected, he tugged up his jeans and led me to the couch. He pulled his tank over his head, tossing it aside, then stripped off his jeans and underwear, until he was bare naked.
He gestured toward me. “You need some help?”
My cheeks heated. I’d been so busy watching him bare every inch of his powerful body that I was just standing here gaping like a fool. I hurriedly shed my shirt and toed off my shoes. Knight shoved my jeans down to my ankles, making an appreciative sound as his gaze panned over me.
“Finally,” he said. “I’ve been dying to get you naked. That nightclub was too dark.”
Knight dropped onto the sofa as I finished stepping out of my jeans.
I eyed the cushions beneath his bare ass. “Have you done this before?”
“Fucked on a sofa?”
“Fucked on this sofa? Maybe I should get a towel—”
He laughed and tugged me down. I sprawled against his chest, and shifted to straddle him, one leg on each side of his hips. He caught my mouth in a hot, wet kiss as his hand wrapped around my dick.
I moaned and rolled my hips, seeking more of that friction.
Knight’s mouth was so hot and wet, but his hand was too dry to get us very far. I drew back and grabbed his wrist.
His flicked a curious look at me, but let me draw his wrist up toward my mouth. I lashed his palm with my tongue, getting it damp, then sucked two of his fingers into my mouth, swirling my tongue between them.
“Fuck me,” he muttered, watching as I made love to his hand, getting each finger nice and wet, then letting saliva pool in my mouth and slathering his palm once more.
When I was satisfied his hand was nice and slick, I guided it down to my cock. He wrapped his fingers around me and stroked.
I groaned and rocked my hips. “Yes. Better.”
He grabbed my free hand and spit into it, doing a quick and dirty imitation of my actions, then dragged it down to his erection. I continued to rock into his tight fist as he grabbed my head and kissed me again.
Sensation overwhelmed me: his tongue, sleek and slippery against mine, the tight pleasure of his wet fist around my dick, his thighs hard as rock beneath my ass.
My balls tightened, drawing up as the pleasure built. My cock pulsed, and I spilled in his fist with a strangled cry against his mouth.
He wrapped his hand around mine, working it over his dick feverishly. “Fuck, fuck, Angel—”
He cut off with a deep groan as he shuddered and came beneath me.
I collapsed against him, resting my forehead on his shoulder as I gasped for breath. He ran his hand up and down my spine, caressing me as his breathing slowed.
“We didn’t get any on the sofa, did we?”
Knight laughed. “Pretty sure you got all your spunk on me, Angel. The sofa will live to see another day.”
He raised his hand between us, displaying the creamy mess, and I grimaced. “Sorry. That’s nasty.”
He grinned and licked one of his fingers clean. “Don’t be sorry. You can make me nasty anytime you want.”
I climbed off his lap, suddenly intent on cleaning up. “We both need a shower.”
“Great idea.” He stood, hooking an arm around my waist and holding me against him, sweaty skin sliding beneath mine. “We can clean up and I’ll reheat dinner. Then, we can go for Round 2.”
“Round Two,” I said faintly.
“Well, yeah, we’ve waited long enough. I don’t think one time is gonna cut it. Do you?”
I took my time really looking at him, sweeping my gaze over his broad chest, built pecs, the dark ink that swirled over his lower abs. Heat built under my skin.
“Maybe not.”
His grin was feral, an incisor flashing. “Come on. Shower and food first. You need to eat.”
My stomach growled in agreement. “I had a light lunch,” I admitted.
He drew me down the hall, toward his bathroom. I hadn’t really meant we should shower together, but I supposed worrying about physical boundaries now was silly. I’d broken my rules for Knight, given in to the desire for another taste.
Now, I just had to live with the consequences.
As he scrubbed my back in the shower, I figured there were worse things than a fling with a hot biker who wanted to pamper me—as long as I kept a clear head.
No falling for the guy.
I was here to impress Dr. Rose, and if everything went to plan, I’d head to Boston or Chicago next year.
There was no place in my life for anything but casual fun.