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  HEART-ON

  BELLA JEWEL 2021

  Also by Bella Jewel

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Also By Bella Jewel

  DEDICATION

  ~*Heart-On*~

  Heart-On | Copyright © 2021 Bella Jewel

  ~*ACKNOWLEDGMENTS*~

  PROLOGUE

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  3

  4

  5

  6

  7

  8

  9

  10

  11

  12

  13

  14

  15

  16

  17

  18

  19

  20

  21

  22 | TWO MONTHS LATER

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  THE END

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  DEDICATION

  To Lance

  For believing in me and kicking my ass to keep writing even when I didn’t want to.

  For always making me laugh, even if I occasionally snort.

  For loving me harder than I’ve ever been loved.

  For being the best damn thing to ever happen to me.

  This is for you.

  It’s always for you.

  ~*Heart-On*~

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  Heart-On

  Copyright © 2021 Bella Jewel

  HEART-ON is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and events portrayed in this book either are from the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, establishments, events, or location is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

  ~*ACKNOWLEDGMENTS*~

  As always, my heartfelt thanks to every single blogger, reader and author that has supported my journey. From reading my books, to sharing them, to raving about them, to being there for me. Thank you. My career would be nothing without any of you.

  A massive thanks to the team at Valentine PR for taking me on, especially to Megan and Nina for helping me with this release and this new series. I am looking forward to working with you all on this book and future books, and I’m incredibly grateful for the hard work you all do.

  A massive thanks to Ben Ellis from Tall Story Designs for this gorgeous cover. You’re the easiest, most efficient person I’ve ever worked with. You make my covers absolutely gorgeous every single time. I couldn’t do it without you.

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  PROLOGUE

  “Nope.”

  I stare at the man in the bed, sound asleep, bound arms wrapped around not one, not two, but three women. They’re all snuggled into him like he’s a god damned king, and he’s sleeping with not a care in the world.

  “Just nope,” I murmur again, crossing my arms, contemplating what my next move is going to be.

  I’ve let him sleep in.

  I let him go to bed last night without a dressing change. Mostly because he was being a real dick to me, and I didn’t really care in that moment if his flesh started to rot during the night.

  I let him ride those women like the god damned warrior he is.

  But now ... well, now I need to do my job.

  My job as his nurse.

  Ugh.

  I’m starting to question why I went down this path to begin with.

  Why didn’t I consider other options? Maybe a vet. Animals don’t talk back and they’re almost always cute.

  I grit my teeth.

  “Why me?” I say to myself and then step into the room, raise the airhorn in my hand, and press the button.

  The sound fills the room, and a loud shrill can be heard as the women launch out of the bed, arms and legs flying everywhere, frantically looking around as they try to get their bearings. It’s a rather amusing sight, if I do say so myself.

  If they want to all sleep with the same man, then they can put up with everything that comes with it.

  “Rise and shine,” I call, a huge grin on my face as my eyes swing to Adan, who is sitting up, eyes wide, clearly trying to work out what the hell just happened. “It’s time for bandage change.”

  “What the hell?” he growls. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

  “Where to begin,” I murmur to myself. “First and foremost, I need to change your bandages because if I don’t and you get an infection, that’s on me. I let your dickiness fly last night, but now it’s my turn to do my job.”

  “You could have fuckin’ woken me up properly.”

  “I wasn’t going anywhere near your bed. I can only imagine the amount of fanny juice getting around on your sheets right now.”

  One of the girls, a beautiful blond, curls her lip up in disgust as she stands there, clearly awake now, hands on her hips. She’s naked. And she seemingly does not care about this.

  “Papi, who is this?”

  Papi.

  All the girls call Adan Pap
i. It’s disturbing, really.

  What does he tell them when they’re with him?

  I was with him once, and once only, and let me tell you the man knew how to work his fingers. I never had the pleasure of trying his dick, but I’m certain it’s as good as the rest of him. Hence why he has three women in his bed. One clearly isn’t enough.

  “I’m his nurse,” I say to the girl before Adan can answer. “And I’m here to clean his bandages.”

  She looks to Adan, shock on her face. “Are you hurt, honey?”

  Sweet mother of god. Is she blind? Stupid? I don’t understand. She just spent an entire night with him and she didn’t notice his bound hands?

  “Please tell me you actually paid attention to the fact that both of his hands are completely unusable. I’m sure the man is incredibly skilled with his penis, but nobody is that dumb.”

  She gasps at me. “It was dark.”

  “Honey, come on ...”

  “Who are you anyway?” she snaps at me.

  “I already answered that. Now, unless you want to clean his wounds, then it’s time for you to leave. I’ll show you the door. You do know what a door is, don’t you?”

  “Enough,” Adan growls.

  The other two girls, who are seemingly oblivious as they get dressed, stare at their phones, get up, and walk out without so much as a glance back at Adan. The blond has other plans, and it’s clear within seconds she thinks she’s more than a one-night stand.

  She probably hasn’t learned yet, but nobody is more than a one-night stand to Adan.

  Nobody.

  “Would you like me to stay?” she asks Adan, sitting on the side of the bed.

  “No,” he answers swiftly.

  “Oh,” she murmurs, and her eyes swing to me. “I guess I’ll go then.”

  “Ta-ta,” I say cheerfully as she walks out the door.

  When she’s gone, Adan gets out of the bed, fully naked. Because of the fact that I wash him twice a day, he no longer has any problem getting around naked. He figures if I have seen it once, then that’s that and he can now throw it around like we’re a married couple.

  Which we certainly are not.

  “If you ever let an air horn off in my room again,” he says, walking toward the bathroom, perfect backside on display, “I’ll shove it up your ass.”

  I smother a laugh as I pick up my first-aid kit off the ground and follow him into the bathroom.

  “Noted.”

  When we reach the bathroom, he turns and waits as I get in, turn the shower on, and then carefully cover both of his arms with plastic wrap so his bandages don’t get wet. Then, he stands in the shower as I run a sponge very quickly over his body. It’s hard, no doubt just as much for him as it is for me. I know he hates this part of his day—he despises that he can’t hold a sponge to clean himself. It’s the worst possible thing he could ever think of to happen in his life, but he simply has no other choice.

  I reach his penis and, in a frantic motion, far quicker than I usually do, I slap the sponge against it and then jump back. “There. Done.”

  “It’s not done, you didn’t even wash it,” he growls.

  “I’m not going closer to that thing. You just stuck three women, god only knows what’s crawling around on the surface.”

  “I fuckin’ tarped up, now wash it.”

  I narrow my eyes.

  “You wash it or I get another nurse and you get a bad fuckin’ report.”

  I huff and step closer. “You’re not a very nice person, are you?”

  “No.”

  I sponge him down, properly this time.

  His dick doesn’t even twitch.

  Not a rise.

  Not a little wiggle.

  Nothing.

  Way to make a girl feel special.

  “Would it help if I were dressed like a nurse?” I say, standing upright.

  “Help with what?” he mutters as I take a towel and start drying him.

  “Getting a boner.”

  “I don’t get a boner because I’m not attracted to you.”

  I grunt. “Honey, I’ve seen some of the women you bring in here. I’m far better looking ...”

  “You’re mouthy, I don’t do mouthy. You do nothin’ for me.”

  “That wasn’t what you were saying when you pleaded with me to let you fuck me that night ....”

  He narrows his eyes. “I was horny, you were throwing yourself at me. Got to know you, don’t like you. My dick don’t like you.”

  “Dicks like everyone.”

  “They don’t.”

  “Yes, they do.”

  “Did it move when you just had your hands all over it?”

  I purse my lips and help him get dressed.

  “You’ll never get a hard on out of me, stop tryin’.”

  Well.

  Challenge bloody accepted.

  “We’ll see,” I murmur, unraveling his first hand.

  Adan has significant burns to both his hands and forearms. He tried to stop the fire from spreading to the customers’ cars when the garage he works at went up in flames. He attempted to smother it, but whatever he used only accelerated it more and he ended up with some nasty results.

  It’ll be a solid six weeks more before he can even go without the bandages. Not to mention he has a few surgeries up his sleeve. He’ll recover, but his hands will never be fully the same again.

  He makes a hissing sound as I pull the bandage off. It sticks slightly, and I know it must hurt when I carefully pull that away from the raw skin. Burns are said to be some of the most painful things a human can experience, so I know he’s hurting. I clean it up and redress it, and then do the other one. I have to do this twice a day, but I also have to help him with basically everything.

  “Need a ride to the club. Got business. You go see Eve.”

  “Yes. Master,” I say in a robot voice and stand straight. “I will go prepare the car, Master.”

  I do a robot walk out the door.

  He’ll learn to like me.

  He really will.

  1

  “How’s things with Papi?” Eve asks, wiggling her brows as she swoops past me with two coffees in her hands.

  I swivel around on my chair so she can hear me when I speak. “He’s a pain in the ass. I went in there to find him with three women today. Three. What the hell? Who has time to please three women?”

  “Bikers, man,” Eve scrunches up her nose.

  Eve is my best friend and the owner of a café called Wildflowers that is right next door to Adan’s garage and biker club, which is run by Eve’s now boyfriend, Riggs, and his club, the Soul Dividers MC.

  Lame.

  When they first moved in over there, Eve made it her life’s mission to get Riggs and the club out, no matter what, and this brought a hell of a game as pranks and battles begun.

  Then they fell in love and, well, the rest is history.

  “They’re something else,” I agree. “He told me this morning, as I washing his damned dick, that he isn’t attracted to me at all.”

  “What a liar, he wanted to ride you only a few weeks ago.”

  I snort. “Well, his dick says otherwise now. It doesn’t even twitch when I wash him.”

  “Not even a little one?” Eve stops and her eyes get wide.

  “Not a single movement.”

  “Oh, honey, you need to change that.”

  I laugh. “He told me it was impossible.”

  “I hope you’re going to prove him wrong?”

  I grin. “Oh, I am.”

  “Good, that’ll teach him for being so dicky.”

  “Back in my day, men would get hard just walking down the street.”

  I grin. Eve grins. And at the same time we both say, “Hi, Doris.”

  Doris, Eve’s longtime customer, is walking up behind me. She’s here for her daily coffee and cake, but mostly, I think she comes to listen to our gossip. She’s an old devil and she loves it. Doesn’t matter how raunchy i
t gets, she’s in on it and always offering advice.

  “Good morning, ladies, I couldn’t help but hear you were having penis issues.”

  I snort out my coffee, and Eve bursts out laughing.

  “It’s not an issue, Doris,” I say between laughter. “It’s mostly ... well ... a challenge.”

  “Men aren’t difficult, dear. It’s all about liking what they see. You need to dress nicer.”

  “I’m his nurse, Doris, not his eye candy.”

  “Why can’t you be both?”

  I smile and shake my head. “Because that would be slutty and bad for my reputation.”

  Doris shrugs. “I know what I’d be doing if I were in your shoes.”

  “I’m terrified to ask,” Eve says, holding a tray in her hands. “But what?”

  “I’d drive him crazy. I’d be doing everything I could to make sure I was in his mind constantly. Once you have a man like that, he’s yours for life. The power of our feminine cues are far stronger than you might think, my dear.”

  I laugh. “You terrify me, Doris.”

  “We didn’t have social media and nudes in my day, dear. We just had to use what we carried around with us every day. There were no filters and none of that lip business, you know, where they look like bubbles...”

  “Fillers?” I smirk.

  “Yes, those. Why can’t people be happy with what the good lord gave them? I could get them with just a look.”

  I grin. “Well, I’m sure you made them all weak at the knees.”

  “I still do,” she nods proudly.

  I have absolutely no doubt about that.

  “Well, I’d love to sit here and chat all day but I have a biker who will no doubt try to do things he can’t if I’m not constantly watching him. So, I better go.”

  I take the last, long, delicious sip of my coffee and then I spin on my heel and leave the café, waving behind me as I go. I saunter over to the garage with a big smile on my face. After all, what’s there not to smile about? The sun is out, the birds are chirping, and I’m employed.

  My phone rings in my pocket with a familiar ringtone.