Ellie’s ears rang. She heard Belinda gasp and then the door slammed closed behind her. Fury’s hands rubbed her back.
“She’s gone.”
Ellie lifted her head. “Thank you. I trust you. I do. It’s just that…” She shook her head. “I know it will be better once you’re all healed up and that bitch is gone.”
“We’re under a lot of stress with other people inside our home and we don’t get much alone time.” He paused and cupped Ellie’s face in his hands. “I can’t wait to be alone with you again. There’s nothing I want more than for us to just be together.”
“I know. She just pushes all my buttons, Fury. I honestly can’t think of anyone I dislike more and she just throws herself at you. Can you imagine how you’d feel if I had a male nurse who hit on me as hard as she does you?”
“I can’t imagine.” He grinned. “No male would dare. It would be tough for him to come onto you with broken hands to prevent him from touching you and a broken jaw to prevent him from speaking to you.”
She laughed. “Oh, don’t give me ideas on what to do that that woman. I can’t wait until she leaves. Thank God it’s going to be soon.”
He laughed. “Yes. Thank your God for that.” His eyes sparkled. “I’ve been promised a hot oil massage. Want to give me one?”
“I’d love to.”
“Not my shoulder,” he growled softly. “And get out of those jeans. I hope you kept your word and aren’t wearing panties.”
“Hey, I promised to burn all of them if you didn’t stop touching me but you stopped that day when Nurse Witch walked in.” Ellie climbed off his lap and took a few steps from the bed. She unzipped her jeans and spread them open. “But I’m not wearing them anyway.”
Fury’s gaze locked on the skin she exposed. He growled and grabbed the bedding, shoving it off. He rose to his feet quickly. Ellie licked her lips as she glanced nervously at the door.
“We need to put a lock on that.”
Fury growled. “She wouldn’t dare.”
Ellie put up a finger. “Hold that thought.” She turned and ran to the small desk. She grabbed the chair and carried it to the door to wedge it under the doorknob. She spun and grabbed her shirt, yanked it over her head, and tossed it to the floor.
“You didn’t burn the bras.” Fury gripped the waist of his sweatpants, shoved them down and kicked them away.
“I had to work. You don’t want me bouncing around in front of other men, do you?”
“I’d have to kill someone who stared at
Ellie laughed, stepping out of her jeans. “Your breasts, huh?”
Fury reached her. “Mine.” His hands cupped them. Ellie wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Massage first?”
“No. I got to be first last time. Lie down for me, Ellie. You owe me a meal.”
Ellie slipped out of his arms and climbed on the bed. She flipped onto her back and smiled at Fury as he came after her. “If someone interrupts this time, I’m going to have to kill someone.” Fury growled as his hands gripped her thighs, his hands caressing her skin. “I have a gun inside the nightstand drawer.”
Ellie laughed. “You shouldn’t have told me that. I might use it on that nurse.”
Fury winked at her. “I’ll teach you how to fire it later.”
Chapter Eighteen
“No.” Fury growled the words. His dark eyes flashed rage.
Ellie watched him grimly. “Justice stated it was important. The public wants to see me and make sure that we’re fine now. I could tell them you’re doing well and healing.”
“No.” Fury crossed his arms over his chest.
Ellie took her hand off the lower portion of the phone. “He won’t allow it, Justice. I’m sorry.”
Ellie listened and then hung up. She sat down on the edge of the bed. “He understands and he’ll just release a press statement from us. He said someone would bring it by later for our approval, before tonight when it’s released.”
“I don’t care what it says. Call him back and tell him to say whatever he thinks needs to be said. I trust his judgment.”
“Fine.” Ellie hesitated. “Why don’t you want me to talk to reporters?”
“You aren’t going anywhere out there. Someone shot at you. I am not going to allow you to be a target again.”
Her anger eased. “You’re worried about me.”
“I always worry about you. It’s my job to protect you and that means I won’t allow anyone to make target practice out of you again.”
“Okay.”
“Okay? You are complying? No argument?” He didn’t look completely convinced. “You won’t go behind my back to talk to the reporters, will you?”
