Angel

By Dee Mac

Angel Michaela Overra needs Sam Sexton in her bed and in her life. She is so in love with the rugged cop, that she even dreams about him. Her shy nature and her plus size body will never entice someone like Sam. She doesn't want to lose his friendship, but the need to touch Sam is too hard to ignore. Will he ever see her as someone other than her best friend? It seems like Sam has loved his Angel forever. She has haunted his dreams and tortured his nights. Even though they are best friends, it seems as though his Angel is out of his reach. Can he seduce Angel beyond their 'strictly friends' relationship? When a violent patient attacks the beautiful nurse, Sam moves heaven and earth to make her his...and to keep her by his side. Can he keep her safe from this threat and win her heart?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dee Mac
• Release date: Sep 13, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005958701

Dee Mac

I was born and raised in the beautiful state of Arkansas. When I am not engrossed in romance books by authors that I love, you can find me weaving my own stories. It seems that I am always plotting scenes. Whether in the shower, at stoplights, or at night sleeping I am always scheming and obsessing over characters and the adventures that they find themselves in.To keep from starving to death, I work as a nurse all over the country to help people and facilities through one crisis or another. Occasionally I do see sunshine and will spend those few glorious daylight hours taking an endless number of photos (my second passion in life).By my side through all of this is my faithful and loving husband and big cuddly son. They are the only people who can keep me grounded in this world and not one of my own making. It is through my nursing career that I can see that the world is full of bad people, but that they are overshadowed by the number of good people that I have met.Remember to always love the good and hate the bad but appreciate both. That is what helps us grow.

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ANGEL

By Dee Mac

Copyright 2020 Dee Mac

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Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

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Prologue

Strong hands grasped her hips and lifted them for his down stroke. She felt impaled on the long, hot, hard piece of flesh. The pleasure was so intense that she couldn’t catch her breath.

She moaned and twisted beneath her lover as he drove into her.

That’s it, baby. The husky voice above her crooned. Make me work for it!

She moaned again and gripped the wrists that were holding tight to her hips. Ha…harder… She panted.

What was that baby? His harsh pants filled the air as he stopped his delicious stroking.

She twisted beneath him and tried to catch her runaway breath. Eyes closed, she whispered. Harder.

He didn’t move. She kept her eyes closed.

Open your eyes, Angel. The harsh growl came from above her.

Angel opened her eyes and stared into his face. He was still buried deep inside her, hands marking her hip bones with their strength. She couldn’t quite make out his features, his face half in shadows.

Tell me what you want me to do. Came his quiet command.

Harder. She took a deep breath. I…want you…to…fuck me harder! She shouted.

A wicked smile spread across his hard face. My pleasure…

He shifted on the bed, bringing his knees up under her ass and keeping her lifted onto his cock. He withdrew until just the throbbing head of his huge cock was all that was left inside her.

Nooo… She croaked.

Shh…baby… He reached up and caressed her trembling nipple lightly with his middle finger. I’m going to give you what you need.

Dropping her legs over his arms, he gripped her hips once more and plunged back into her slick heat. His groan was long and loud as he braced his knees apart and started thrusting into her with a violence that shook the bed.

Oh god…oh god… Her chant in perfect timing with his hard thrusts. I…can’t…

Yes, you can! He growled. Pinch your pretty nipples for me, baby. He watched her hands quickly release his wrists and cup her full breasts. Rolling her stiff tips between her fingers, she moaned and twisted underneath the dual assault.

She was so close. Her body shook, her mind going dim, she still couldn’t seem to fall off the edge of the world into the abyss that was just out of reach.

Oh…god…nooooo… She wailed.

He knew what she needed to fall. Sliding his thumbs across the tips of her thighs, they met at her engorged clit and pinched.

Angel’s body bowed off the bed, her keening cry shattering the darkness.

Chapter 1

Late again! Angel thought, disgusted with her ability to never be on time. The dream she had today shook her to her very core. She awoke tied to her bed from her twisted and soaked sheets with Sam’s face etched firmly in her mind. Damn!

Driving recklessly, she pulled into a vacant parking space, narrowly missing the expensive BMW parked in the space marked ‘FOR DOCTORS ONLY!’ She glanced at her watch, two minutes past seven, the digital readout said. Double damn!

Quickly grabbing her purse and her dinner, she slid out of her compact car and walked swiftly toward the ambulance entrance.

For seven long years, Angel Michaela Overra has worked the night shift. Arriving at the emergency department at seven p.m. and not leaving until seven the following morning.

Twelve long hours of dealing with junkies, drunks, abusers, abused, apathy, degradation, and death. I need a new job. Angel thought again for the hundredth time that day as she looked in the already full trauma rooms as she passed by them.

Angel walked quickly to the break room and deposited her bag and dinner in her locker. She grabbed her nightly necessities: pen, trauma shears, stethoscope, tape, and her name badge.

She quickly ran to the time clock at the end of the hall and ran her badge through the machine. Five after seven, the digital readout said.

Damn! I’ll have to stay late in the morning or get my time docked. Angel mumbled to herself on her way back down to the emergency room.

She approached the nurse’s station and started glancing through charts, quickly reading through first the doctors and then the nurse’s notes for a brief explanation as to the patient’s visit.

Want me to give you report? Bernice asked. Angel looked down at the five-foot even nurse and smiled. Her boisterous face shined back up at Angels in anticipation.

Don’t tell me you’re ready to leave? Angel laughed at the hopeful look on Bernice’s face. All right, tell me.

Cardiac room is an eighty-two-year-old gentleman with congestive heart failure. I started an IV and have given him a diuretic to clear the fluid out of his lungs. He filled his urinal, so he is breathing much better. I am just waiting for ICU to clean a room and then I can move him.

Angel looked quickly through the window into the cardiac room. After satisfying herself that the patient was indeed breathing okay, she looked back to Bernice.

Trauma one has a sixteen-year-old male, whom Jack Daniels told him that he could fly, so he jumped off a forty-foot bluff and landed in about three feet of water. He is over in CT to see if he ever really had a brain to begin with.

He has bad fractures of both legs, but his chest and belly are negative. Good thing he was drunk, or he might really have been hurt. Bernice chuckled.

So… he found out the hard way that he couldn’t swim or fly, right? Angel said flippantly.

Yeah, he also can’t walk…at least for a while. Bernice motioned to the chart next to it.

Trauma two is the girlfriend of trauma one, who decided she couldn’t take having her boyfriend almost dying without her.

Let me guess, she jumped after him? Angel asked, surprised that someone could be that stupid.

No, she didn’t. But she did take a handful of Tylenols to try to kill herself. She told me she wanted to ‘meet him on the other side’. Bernice clipped her fingers in emphasis.

Did you tell her she could meet him on the other side of the wall that separates their rooms? Angel asked.

I was too busy pumping her stomach and making her stay with us as unpleasant a memory as possible. Bernice shrugged her shoulders at Angel’s raised eyebrows. Maybe she won’t do it again.

It won’t matter anyway; she will die of liver damage in six months. Angel sighed, then looked to the next chart.

What’s in Exam One?

A darling three-year-old boy with croup. Bernice glanced toward the partially opened door.

He really scared us there for a while. He was barely moving any air in his lungs when he came in. He’s doing better though. We gave him several breathing treatments and he has improved greatly. Dr. Miller wants to admit him into ICU overnight, just to keep an eye on him.

Angel nodded, having made up her mind. I’ll check on him first. She headed toward Exam One.

Don’t you want to know what is in the last room? Bernice stopped her before she walked into Exam One. She held up a clipboard.

Angel turned and looked at the smile on Bernice’s face, then at the clipboard she was holding. Let me guess, a migraine headache?

Have you been learning from the Psychic network? Bernice laughed and placed the clipboard back on the counter.

Angel shook her head ‘no’, then turned and entered the exam room. Sitting on the bed was a very scared looking little blond-haired boy, she noted.

He was leaning forward, concentrating on trying to draw oxygen past his swollen throat and into his lungs. Angel’s heart rate sped up at the pale, sweaty complexion before her.

She could have sworn that Bernice said that the boy was doing better. She stopped in front of the boy. Noting the smell of cigarette smoke hanging in the air, she knew immediately why the boy had taken a turn for the worst.

Very gently, as not to frighten the boy further, Angel squatted down in front of him.

Is it harder for you to breathe? She asked gently.

He stared at her with glassy eyes, not even blinking when she waived her hand in front of his face.

Well, of course it is hard for him to breathe. That’s the whole reason why I brought him here. An angry voice sounded behind her.

Angel turned around and came face to face with a young girl, who didn’t appear to be over the age of seventeen.

She was dressed in army fatigues and her bleach streaked blond hair was pulled back into a gold laminated barrette. Her face was painted in colors that reminded Angel of an Egyptian.

The entire ensemble was topped off with earrings attached to her ears, nose and two in her tongue.

Are you the one who smoked in here? Angel directed the question toward the seated nonchalant waif of a girl.

I was bored. You people take too long. She dismissed Angel’s question flippantly with a wave of her very dirty hand.

I brought him here for y’all to help him, and you don’t seem to be doin’ a damn thing. She once again pointed to the struggling boy.

Angel quickly returned her attention to the boy. She reached out and lightly squeezed the end of his finger. The blood return to the area was slow.

Not a good sign! Angel thought.

I am going to put you on some oxygen. She told the boy softly and reached for the pediatric oxygen mask hanging on the wall.

Quickly attaching it to the oxygen source, she carefully fit the mask over the boy’s mouth and nose. Angel stood and turned toward the door.

Ain’t you goin’ to do nothing else? The girl demanded.

Angel barely glanced at her. Of course. She murmured as she hurried out the door.

She ran to the nurse’s station, then leaned over the counter and picked up the phone. She quickly hit the button for the hospital’s overhead paging system.

Respiratory Therapy to Emergency STAT! She calmly said into the mouthpiece of the phone and then hung it up.

Dr. Miller came running down the hall from x-ray. Wisps of blond hair coming out of the long braid that reached her middle back.

Her cherubic face belied her near genius intellect and her reputation for being the champion of the underdog. In most cases, the underdogs were children.

Angel had seen Dr. Regina Miller, ‘Reggie’ for short, taken down even the meanest offenders and they not even know that they had been shortened a notch or two.

What is it, Angel? She asked as she came to a halt at the nurse’s station.

The boy in Exam One is worse. The young girl that is in there with him smoked a cigarette in the room. We don’t have much time. She quickly pivoted and headed back into the boy’s room.

Dr. Miller entered the room and took the stethoscope from around her neck. She placed the bell of the stethoscope to the boy’s back, her frown growing deeper with each new location as she listened to the boy’s lungs.

Ms. Krocker… Dr. Miller turned to address the young girl. I want you to leave the room, please.

I’m his mother and I don’t have to leave! She answered smugly.

Yes…you do! Angel grabbed the girl by the arm and escorted her out of the door.

You can’t do this to me! She screamed. I will sue your ass for assaulting me like this. She tried to break away from Angel’s grip.

Go right ahead. Angel spoke softly. There’s a phone right over there. Call the police and get them up here. I will tell them about how you neglected your son and tried to kill him tonight by lighting a cigarette not two feet from an oxygen tank!

The young girl stopped struggling and just stood there glaring at Angel. You wouldn’t do that. She challenged.

Angel looked at her for a split second and made up her mind. Carol! She called down the hall to the admission clerk.

Carol popped her head out of her office, her beehive hairdo never moving an inch. Yeah?

Call the police. I want an officer here ASAP. She instructed, then turned back around to the suddenly wary girl.

"You stay put, or I’ll have