Laurann Dohner - Fury

Ellie wanted to murder Belinda Thomas. She unclenched her hands and tried to take deep breaths but it didn’t help. She counted to ten slowly. Nope, I’m still pissed. Ellie unclenched her teeth. The last thing she needed was to have to visit a dentist for broken teeth. Her temper boiled.

The nurse was with Fury again. The woman currently sported a pair of cut-off jeans that should have gotten her arrested for indecent exposure and had topped off her bad fashion choice with a bra-like top. With her tan, flat stomach revealed, she bent over in front of Fury while pretending to vacuum the already clean floor. Fury’s gaze seemed riveted on the inches of bare butt the woman flaunted.

“Fury?”

His attention instantly shifted to Ellie and he smiled. “Hi.”

Belinda jerked with surprise, shot Ellie an unfriendly frown as she straightened and turned off the vacuum. “You’re home from work early today.” It sounded close to an accusation.

Ellie nodded. “Is that the new nursing outfit? Someone should talk to your boss.”

Anger flashed in the nurse’s eyes. “It’s hot. I’m not required to wear a nursing outfit while doing home care.”

“Well, you should be. I vacuumed this floor yesterday. You didn’t need to do it again.”

Dark eyebrows arched. “Maybe you should learn how to vacuum better,” the woman replied snottily. “I do a lot of things really well. I guess I’m just better at these kinds of things than you are.” The nurse winked at Fury.

Ellie took a step toward her. “You little”

“Ellie!” Fury’s voice rose. “Come here. I missed you.”

Ellie walked to Fury instead of decking the bitchy nurse the way she wanted to. Her anger remained as she sat on the bed. Fury had the nerve to look amused and that made her madder. He seemed to enjoy her jealousy and she felt green with it. Belinda Thomas had been flirting outrageously with him for days.

“I’m going to go heat up some oil,” Belinda called out. “I need to rub your shoulder. It will get stiff if I don’t.” She walked out of the bedroom carrying the vacuum.

“Don’t let her get to you,” Fury urged softly.

“I just walked into our bedroom to catch you staring at her ass,” Ellie ground out. “And if she touches you with hot oil, I swear to God I’m moving out, Fury.”

His amusement vanished instantly. “I am not attracted to her, Ellie. I’ve been looking at her ass but it is because her skin is weird. Your ass doesn’t look that way.”

“Weird?” Ellie tried hard not to blow up.

“She has folds of skin lining the bottom of her ass and there are dents. Your ass is full and smooth. I love your ass.”

“You’re staring at her ass because she has cellulite?”

“I’ve got nothing else to do. She took my remote and stated that television was bad for my recovery. I wanted to make her give it back but Tiger said I’m not allowed to torture its location from her to find out where she hid it.”

Ellie stared at him. “I can’t live like this. She’s flirting with you. Maybe you don’t know it but she is. She’s driving me crazy. I’m a nurse. I can take care of you and I don’t care if you promised Justice he could send one here for you.”

“You’re jealous.”

“Yes, damn it. I am.”

Fury grinned. “I love you too. Don’t feel that way. You’re the only one I want. Don’t let her get to you. I know she is flirting. She can do that all she wants to but it doesn’t matter. I feel nothing for her.” He pulled Ellie into his lap.

“You’re the one I’m hard for. Feel that? All for you. Only for you.”

“Time for that shoulder massage,” Belinda called out.

Ellie closed her eyes. Fury pulled her tighter into his arms until her head rested on his good shoulder.

“Go away,” Fury growled at Belinda. “Ellie will massage me.”

“Now, Fury,” Belinda huffed. “I’m a professional. You should tell your little friend there to go do something while I tend to that shoulder.”

Ellie tensed. Fury snarled, obviously enraged.

“Ellie is not my little friend. She’s going to be my wife. Never talk about her as if she matters so little when she is everything to me. I also told you not to call me by my name. It is Mr. Fury to you. I ordered you to get out and damn it,” he roared, “get out!”

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 my breasts.”

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.