What the Hail Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Hail Raisers #4)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Funny, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Hail Raisers Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
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“What now?”

Those strangled words came from the man at my side.

“I’m thinking,” the doctor said as he dropped the side of Baylor’s gown to cover his man parts again, “that you were bruised at first. Now, I think that the torsion has happened. You should be within the window.”

“What window?” I blurted.

“There’s normally a four-to-six-hour window where the torsion occurs that it can be fixed without negative side effects,” the doctor explained.

“Fix it!” I said in somewhat apparent alarm. “Oh, my God. Fix it!”

I didn’t want any lasting effects on this man’s balls because of my fat ass!

The doctor smiled gently. “We’ll get it done. As of right now, we’ll try to do it manually instead of surgically.” He paused. “Let me get some nurses in here. They’re going to load you up on some preventative pain meds. Then, we’ll see about fixing what ails you.”

Then he was gone, leaving me without a thing to say.

Luckily it didn’t take long for the promised nurses to arrive.

They loaded him on the pain meds the doctor had promised and then left within a minute of arriving.

“I’m so sorry.”

Baylor cracked open one eyelid.

“It’s okay,” he lied. “Could’ve been anyone.”

Actually, no it couldn’t.

I squeezed my eyes shut in horror.

God, I was the worst person in the world.

That’d been how I’d met my ex.

Sure, I hadn’t shot Sal in the balls with my button, but I had drained him of life when I’d taken his blood during a donation event.

Then there was my boyfriend from high school. I’d met him because I’d been running late to school. When I’d arrived at the office, the new kid had been coming out of the office, and I’d slammed into him with the full force of my geeky teenage body.

He’d hit the floor, and I’d been his friend, and then his girlfriend, for the remainder of our high school career.

Though, I’d since sworn off men when Sal had decided he’d rather choke the shit out of me and kill me instead of allowing me to go to work. I would not be having any sort of relationship with this man.

Even if I felt bad for hurting him.

Before I could apologize any longer, the doctor arrived, giving me a very good excuse to get the hell out of there.

“I’ll just wait outside…”

Before I could so much as take a step, thick fingers belonging to a strong hand, wrapped around my wrist. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“But…”

He shook his head, still not opening his eyes. “No. You’re staying.”

“But I…”

He shook his head and squeezed my wrist lightly. “Please stay.”

I bit my lip.

I would not look. I would not look.

“Okay,” I agreed softly and moved up to the top of the bed that Baylor was reclining on.

“You’re still in some pain, correct?” the doctor asked as he sidled up to the bed.

Baylor nodded once, still not opening his eyes.

“Good,” he said. “This should be felt, but not unbearable. I want you to let me know if the pain eases off. Then we’ll know if it worked.”

With that, he flipped the gown covering Baylor’s lower half up, then reached forward.

My eyes went there almost automatically, and before I could look away, my eyes became fascinated.

I loved shit like this.

Not necessarily poor, abused testicles, but medical stuff.

I loved blood. Loved how blood worked. Loved anything that had to do with drawing blood.

More so, I loved watching videos of open-heart surgeries, childbirth, a person getting stitches.

I loved scrolling through those gross as hell Facebook posts that say ‘don’t look—you’ve been warned’ that have the world’s grossest pictures on them.

A severed hand. A piece of pipe sticking straight through a man’s upper body. Ripped flesh exposing bone. The grosser it was, the more rapt my attention became.

I was not a normal person.

So that was why, when I saw Baylor’s poor testicle that was more than twice the normal size of his other testicle, my fascination became transfixed.

I, of course, saw the man’s impressive cock.

Impressive was hardly an accurate description, even though it was clearly soft and just about as unexcited as a cock could get.

But what held me enthralled was the way the doctor’s hands went to Baylor’s testicle as he gingerly held it in his hand.

Baylor’s face turned to the side, and he buried his face in my stomach.

My hands automatically went to his head, my fingers sifting through his hair as I absently soothed him as I continued to stare.

The nurse that came in with the doctor was standing at his side, also watching, and I envied her for a minute.

She got to do cool stuff like that all the time. I only got to witness it secondhand.

Then I felt teeth bite down on my hip. Startled, I glanced down at the man who’d done the biting and saw tears in his eyes.

Oh, shit.


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