Saving Me

That Boy's Bad News

Matt's POV

What the hell was wrong with me?

In a matter of hours, I'd witnessed a level of destruction most people only ever see on TV. I'd helped save the lives of two people, had a breakdown over losing the two most important people in my life, shared a heart-to-heart with Ebony... and now, here I was, fighting an attraction to someone who had just been through hell.

It had to be the adrenaline, right? That had to be why I couldn't get the image of her bare breast out of my mind.

But even as I tried to convince myself, I knew it was a weak excuse. Truth be told, it had been months since I'd held a woman in my arms. Even longer since I'd held a child—my daughter being the last. Yet here I was, acting like a teenager who'd just seen his first real-life tit.

And what a beautiful, full tit it was.

Perfectly round, nipples the color of strawberries, just begging to be suckled. The logical part of my brain knew it was because she was breastfeeding, but that didn't stop the horndog side of me from wondering what it would feel like to flick my tongue over that hardened bud, to hear the sounds she'd make if I revved her up. Just thinking about it had the brainless wonder in my pants twitching with interest, making the sweats under my turnout gear feel a little too tight.

Yeah. There was definitely something wrong with me. I didn't even know this woman's name, yet she was all I could think about.

"You okay?" Ebony asked, walking up beside me. Her hand on my shoulder snapped me out of it, thank God. That line of thought was either going to get me in trouble or slapped with an indecent exposure charge that would scar every nurse and patient in this ER.

"Yeah. Just a rough night," I muttered, hoping she didn't catch on to how hard my heart was beating.

"You can say that again," she said around a yawn. "What are you doing out here in the hallway? Figured it'd take the hounds of hell to tear you away from that little girl in there."

"She said she wanted some privacy to make her phone calls. Plus, the baby was hungry."
And just like that, the image of her perfect bare breast popped back into my head.

"That's understandable," Ebony said. "Not every woman's shy about whipping her boob out when her kid's hungry. Saw a lady at the grocery store the other day—had hers completely out over the top of her tank top, pushing a cart while her baby drank away. Kid had to be at least two."

"Bet you loved that," I said, smirking and leaning close so only she could hear. "You like tits as much as any man."

I glanced at her, and as always, couldn't help comparing her to Cassie. They shared DNA and looked like mirror images of each other, but that's where the similarities ended.

Where Cassie had been quiet, bookish, and loved her cozy corners with hot coffee, Ebony lived loud. She partied whenever she could, hated being alone, and couldn't sit still long enough to enjoy silence. But the biggest difference? Cassie loved men. Ebony didn't.

Ebony preferred women. And over the years, some of her girlfriends had been smoking hot. Especially that traveling nurse she dated a couple years ago. That girl could've been on the cover of any damn magazine. I still wonder what happened to her...

"She had a nice pair," Ebony said suddenly, dragging me back to the present. "At least double D's."

I laughed as she wiggled her eyebrows.
"My theory that you were a man in a past life gains more traction every day."
She punched my arm.
"Ow. Damn. That hurt."

"You deserved it." She winked.

Before I could respond, a commotion near the ER's waiting room doors drew my attention. I couldn't see what was happening, but I could hear it—a man shouting loud enough to wake the dead.