Raine on Me

She prepared for the worst as she took a deep breath and pushed the door wide open, expecting to see a dead guy. Instead what she found stunned her. She blinked once, twice, and then hard a third time as her gaze took in the body sprawled on the bed.

Most of Dale's friends were sixty plus but this guy wasn't old. A pair of tan, muscular legs were spread a few feet apart. She followed those naked legs up to the nicest ass she'd ever seen. He had a firm, tan, rounded ass. She could see it all since the guy was butt--literally--naked. Her gaze flowed over the nice curve of his bottom to a broad back, higher up to muscular, broad shoulders and thick buff arms that were stretched above his head. Long, black, silky hair spread across one of those arms, blocking her view of his face and the area from elbow to wrist. His big hands were curled around a pillow, his fingers out of sight.

Her gaze raked down his body again as she swallowed. He definitely wasn't past his prime. Now that the initial shock had passed, she took in his body one more time, an inch at a time, studying him. That's when the other factors registered.

His right knee appeared a little bigger than the left. She spotted an ice pack--the kind that wrapped around--at the edge of the bed. He'd had ice on that knee but even from the back she could still see the swelling. A thick scar ran along his hip and he had scars on his left leg near his knee on the inside. She took a step into the room and inched through the foot of space between the wall and the bed to get a better look at his hip scar.

He'd had surgery all right. They'd sliced into his hip, just missing his ass cheek, leaving a pale scar a good four inches long that contrasted against his darker skin. The guy either liked to sunbathe naked or his heritage had to be something that gave him that tan-looking skin naturally. She tried to remember his last name but came up with a blank. She just remembered his first name--River.

He took up a lot of the bed and his toes were off the end of it. He had to be at least six feet tall. He wasn't as tall as Dale, who was six foot four, but he came close. Her gaze left the great sexy body on the bed and she took a deep breath. She saw he had a built-in, pull-out shelf that he used as a nightstand. Part of the mystery of why the guy didn't wake sat on it.

"Damn it," she sighed, inching further between the bed and wall.

She shook her head at the uncapped and nearly empty whiskey bottle and could smell the faint scent of it lingering in the small room. Brit lifted the full, open pill bottle, turned it in her hand and read the label. She was relieved when she saw it was a mild sedative. Her gaze flew to his back, watching it rise and fall for proof that he definitely still breathed. He hadn't overdosed accidentally by mixing his pills with alcohol.

Her gaze ran over his body again, making her swallow. She needed to get laid bad if staring down at this guy's naked backside turned her on, but in her defense, he was a fine male specimen. Scars and swollen knee aside, he was extremely fit. She stared at his long, jet-black hair, deciding it looked soft. Secretly she'd always been a sucker for buff guys with longer hair. She liked blonds though, but saw the definite appeal of the cowboy on the bed.

She inched back until she stood at the foot of the bed. She bent, gripped the sheet he'd kicked off, and hesitated for only a second to take one long, last look at his nice body before she tossed it across his midsection. The sheet landed to cover his ass. That helped her think clearer now that she didn't have to stare at it. Brit glanced around the room again and then decided she needed to wake him to assess how much pain he suffered and she needed to get a better look at that knee to see if he had any other injuries that she couldn't spot with him on his back.

"Um, River?" She spoke loudly. "Wake up."

He didn't budge. She shifted the folder in her arm to open it. She glanced at it. Her eyes drifted over him. Yeah, definitely not in his sixties like my regular patients. She studied the paperwork, though there wasn't much there, just a single sheet that Dale had written out. She shut it and bent, placing it on the floor.

"Mr. Wind?" Her hand reached for the heel of his foot. "Mr. Wind?" Her voice rose. "Wake up!"

Her fingers curled around the heel of his foot. She grabbed the left one, not wanting to jar his swollen right knee. "Wake up, damn it. I don't have all day since I have a life."

When his body moved, she was relieved that he wasn't dead to the world after all. She squeezed his foot, knowing that sometimes physical touch could rouse someone. She knew that from personal experience but she pushed that thought back. She hadn't had to wake a drunk for few years now. It had been four years since her divorce.

The man stretched and she could only stare. His arms rose, hitting the wall while his back arched. She felt almost sorry that she'd tossed a sheet over his butt as his legs spread a little, the heel of his foot moving out of her hand as he moved them. His head turned, moving his hair from his face.

His eyes were still shut as she took in his profile. He wasn't exactly handsome. Rugged had to be the word that fit and his heritage was no longer a mystery. She should have guessed when she saw his full name--River Wind. It sounded kind of Native American but people named their kids stranger names. She had a Chinese friend named Betty Lou. He had a generous mouth. Full lips parted as he took a deep breath, his chest expanding.

"Mr. Wind?"

He jumped a little. Those lips curved downward as his head lifted, turning her way. His eyes opened to reveal very dark-brown eyes that looked a little out of it with confusion. Those eyes were framed with incredibly thick and long black eyelashes. His eyes were beautiful, even if he wasn't quite awake. Bedroom eyes all the way, she thought, feeling her stomach clench in response.

He blinked a few times as he focused on her. She forced a smile and cleared her throat before saying, "Morning, sunshine. It's after one in the afternoon."

The man stared at her openly but she didn't blame him. She was a stranger standing inside his bedroom. She wondered if he had a hangover. His eyes were open though, not narrowed as if the light hurt them and the room wasn't that dim. There was enough light for her could see clearly so he could too. She lifted a hand to give him a little wave.

"Hi. Are you with me or do you need some coffee? I can make some if you have it."

Slowly, the man moved. He pressed his hands on the bed to lift up. The sheet lowered dangerously to reveal the curve of his upper ass. If he wasn't careful he would lose it again. Her attention strayed there for a second before jerking up. He did have a fine ass. She met his gaze again.

She never expected that he could move that fast but in a heartbeat the guy sprang as if he were a panther. He pushed up, turned, and dived for her. A gasp was the only sound she made as thick fingers wrapped around her wrist and he jerked her hard. A heartbeat later she found herself on her side across the bed with a naked man half on top of her. Inches above her hovered River Wind's face, his beautiful, dark gaze locked on her shocked face.

"Hello, baby. How the hell did I black you out? Since I can't remember, let's start over. You can refresh my memory of your name after I'm done fucking you."