by Vanessa Vale
Vodka was not my friend. Wait. I’d wanted Mac and Hardin before I’d started drinking. I still wanted both of them, but there was no doubt they were done with me.
I just had to get them to take me to work and, once my tire was fixed, to drop it off in the lot and leave my keys with the hospital information desk. I’d pay for Mac’s services by credit card—over the phone.
And I’d never see them again.
I sighed, knowing I was being mean. They’d been nothing but kind. Some guys would have taken advantage. They hadn’t. Hardin had even given me a glass of water and ordered me to drink it all. Because of hydrating, I wasn’t the least bit hungover.
I’d faced medical boards, review boards, done rounds with the most ruthless of senior staff. I could face a walk of shame in front of two Montana men.
It was so unfair, a walk of shame without the sex!
I went out into the living room, the scent of coffee stronger.
“Morning,” Mac said, coming out of the kitchen.
I stopped in my tracks, looked down at the wood floor, then cowgirled up and met his dark gaze. He had on a black T-shirt and jeans, socks on his feet. Had I been so drunk I hadn’t remembered him sleeping in bed with me or getting clothes from his closet?
“Hi,” I murmured. I looked around for Hardin. He was so big; it wasn’t like he could hide behind a plant.
As if reading my mind, he said, “Hardin went home after you fell asleep. Was supposed to meet his brother for breakfast at the diner.”
I nodded, but I was disappointed he wasn’t here. No matter how shamefaced I felt, I wanted to see him again. I felt silly thinking he’d stay the night at Mac’s house. He had his own… somewhere. And he had a life. Plans. Clearly a brother. These new feelings made me realize how quickly I’d fallen for him. How was that even possible?
“Coffee?” Mac asked, breaking me from my thoughts.
“Please,” I replied.
He turned and went into the kitchen. I followed, stopped inside the doorway. He faced the coffee maker.
“Mac, I’m, um… I’m sorry for how I behaved last night.”
He looked over his shoulder at me, his eyes at first on mine, then raked down my body. “I’m not.”
“But I threw myself at you.” I closed my eyes. “And Hardin.”
I heard him laugh, and I looked to him in confusion. “Sweetheart, every guy wants a woman to throw herself at him. It’s good for the ego. Trust me, Hardin’s not the least bit sorry either.” He went to the fridge.
“I did so much more than that.”
“You sure the fuck did.”
I groaned. “I’m never like that. I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Since you’re a virgin, that’s not surprising. Milk?”
“Black,” I replied.
He handed me the steaming mug. I took a sip, then another. I was used to sludgy hospital coffee, but this was delicious. “How can you be so calm about it?”
His dark brow winged up, and he crossed his arms over his broad chest. The kitchen wasn’t big, but spotless with granite counters and stainless appliances. A few pictures were on the side of the fridge, but I didn’t look at them. I couldn’t, not with Mac eyeing me so intensely. “You think I’m calm? I had to watch you lie in my bed—my bed—and play with your pussy until you came. So hard, it seems, that you passed out.”
“Mac, don’t remind me.”
“That it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen? That after you passed out, I had to rub one out in the shower before I went to bed? That I was still so hard after climbing in the guest bed that I had to empty my balls again?”
He could speak so easily about such things.
“I kicked you out of your bed?”
“You’re powerful, you know that?” he asked.
I frowned, pushed my glasses up. “How?”
“You make me lose that much control. That I have to jerk off twice to stop the ache just to fall asleep. No way was I sharing a bed with you.”
“That was last night,” I said as an excuse. “It was probably my satin bra talking, not me.”
He picked up his own mug from the counter, took a sip.
“Oh, that bra sure the fuck spoke to me. Hardin, too. You think I want you less because the sun’s up?”
I shrugged, said nothing.
He set his mug down, stepped closer. “I want to push you up against the fridge and kiss you senseless. Get those scrub pants off you, set you on the counter, drop to my knees and eat your pussy for breakfast.”
Suddenly I felt hot all over. Eager. He really did want me. Still. And the way he wanted me. No guy had ever been like that before. The idea of Mac’s head between my thighs, his morning stubble scraping my delicate skin… “Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.”
“Why didn’t you last night?”
“We want you sober, sweetheart. We want you to remember everything we do with you. Especially if it’s your first time. We’re not assholes.”
“Both of you? I mean, Hardin’s not here.”
“Both of us. Hardin went home and, I’m sure, busted a nut a time or two just thinking of that red bra and watching you make yourself come. Trust me, he wants you.”
My heart skipped a beat at his words. “Two times you’ve said want in the present tense. Not past tense.”
“That’s right. I’ll say it again. We want you.” He grabbed my mug and set it on the counter beside his, all without looking away. His hands went to my waist, and he steered me so I walked backward into the fridge. Nervously I pushed my glasses up my nose again.
He leaned down and kissed me. The last thing I saw was his mouth lowering to mine.
Oh! We’d kissed the night before, but it hadn’t been like this. Liquor made things easier, but they also made them blurry. This kiss was in sharp focus. I felt the softness of his lips brushing over mine, the press of his body, the feel of his T-shirt beneath my fingers where I grabbed and held on. He tasted like coffee and mint, his scent of soap, manly and dark.
When he took the kiss deeper, his tongue finding mine, plundering, I whimpered, then moaned. I’d been kissed before, but it had been foolish nonsense. Guys who wanted to get somewhere with the geek. I’d spurned them all.
Now I knew why. I’d been waiting for this. For Mac. And Hardin.
I had no idea how long we kissed, but he finally stepped back, his gaze darker than before.
“You’re going to eat me for breakfast now?”
He turned away, set his hands on the counter and appeared as if to be counting. “If I get those pants off, they’re not going back on for a long, long time. Tasting you for the first time, making you come all over my mouth, it won’t be enough. When we fuck you, sweetheart, it won’t be in a rush, it won’t be on a counter, and it won’t be just me.”
I craved him, what he’d told me he wanted to do. My nipples were hard, and it seemed he and Hardin were the only ones who made me want. From just a kiss, I wanted more. I missed Hardin, wished he were here to kiss me, too.
“Hardin, too?”
“You think Hardin would walk away?”
“He went home last night.”
“You’re so fucking smart, but this seems hard for you to understand.”
I looked down at the floor.
“Hardin left because his dick was hard and he wanted to take care of it. Like I told you last night, the only time he and I will have our dicks out around each other is if you’re between us. Conscious.”
“Oh.” He’d dumbed me down to saying that a lot.
“He’s a big guy, sweetheart, but he’s not that strong. And neither am I. Not when it comes to you.”
He spun about, stalked to me. “Mac!” I cried as he tugged the drawstring on my scrubs. They fell to my ankles.
“Holy fuck,” he muttered, then lifted me onto the counter. “Where are your panties?”
I squeaked because the granite was cold. “They were dirty,” I countered.
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br /> “That’s right, you showed us how wet you were.”
“Mac!” I cried again, mortified. “What are you doing? This can’t be sanitary.”
He chuckled as he dropped to his knees, then spread mine wide.
“Set your hands behind you and brace yourself.”
He kissed up my inner thigh, and I gasped, slapping my palms behind me on the granite. “I thought you weren’t doing this now. I have to go to work.”
“I changed my mind. If how fast you came last night is any indication, this won’t take long.”
When his tongue slid up the center of me, my hips bucked and I knew he was right. This wasn’t going to take long at all.
7
HARDIN
* * *
“Coffee, guys?”
“Yeah, thanks,” I told the waitress.
Mark and I were at the diner for our once-a-month breakfast meetup.
The waitress was a pretty thing, all petite and curvy and a quick smile. Mark winked at her, gave her his patented grin with his ridiculously white teeth. She blushed.
I rolled my eyes.
My brother could charm the panties off a nun, and I had no doubt the perky waitress would be easy prey for him.
Me? I wasn’t interested in her. I thought of Sam, of her lying on Mac’s bed, legs spread, hand in her pants getting herself off. She was no skilled seductress, that was for fucking sure, but she was it for me. My dick got hard, and I had to shift in the booth to get more comfortable. I’d jacked off twice since I left Mac’s, once when I got home and again a little while ago in the shower.
“Did you see the game?” Mark asked after the waitress went to take another table’s order. The diner was busy on a weekday morning, even at six thirty.
I nodded. Mark sat across from me. We looked nothing alike; I had the lumberjack physique of our dad. Mark wasn’t small at six feet, but he’d watched football from the bleachers instead of on the defensive line, like I had. His hair was much darker than mine, although it had a liberal sprinkling of gray now being as he was in his forties.
“I couldn’t believe they scored a touchback in the last two minutes.”
The waitress dropped off two mugs and a carafe of coffee.
“Tell me, doll. Got a man in your life?”
She blushed at his words and looked away, coy. “No.”
“What’s your name?”
“Sarah.”
I pegged her fair hair at being natural, her age in the early twenties, and she was probably working her way through college. She seemed nice enough, but too young, even for me. But Mark? He didn’t mind a two-decade age gap.
Mark leaned toward her. “Well, Sarah. Maybe I’ll come back later and we can talk and I can get to know you. Maybe go out for a drink.”
She looked down the long row of booths, considering.
I just sat back and watched. It was ridiculously entertaining to see my brother in action. “I’m a doctor at the hospital, and this guy’s my brother. He can vouch for me.”
She looked my way and I shrugged. She looked me over as if she were ruling me out as a dating option. I wasn’t putting off any signals. Mark had enough for both of us. Even pulled out the doctor card.
She bit her lip. “I get off at three.”
Mark sat back and nodded, the whole thing supposedly settled.
“Can I get the two-egg special?” I asked. “Whole wheat toast.”
Sarah blinked and pulled out her order pad. “Sorry, yes. Sure. Over easy?”
She took both our orders, gave Mark a shy smile and left.
“Jesus, you’re insane.” I grabbed a packet of sugar, ripped it open.
Mark grinned, poured coffee into our mugs. “I’m amazed how brothers with similar genetics can be so different about women. I’m all about the fun. You’re all about… fuck, I have no idea what. When’s the last time you got laid?”
“I’m not getting into that with you.”
“Which means it’s been far too long.”
“Watching you is enjoyment enough,” I told him.
He looked down at the table, sighed. “Fuck, brother. So wrong. Enjoyment is the blonde from last night.” He leaned forward, elbows on the table, and dropped his voice low. “She was a freak between the sheets. Usually I have to coax a broad into taking it up the ass, but she got on all fours, spread those cheeks and gave it to me.”
I thought of Sam taking me and Mac at the same time. One of us would fuck her pussy, the other her ass. We were a long way from that, but we’d get there, show her what it would be like between both of us. But it wouldn’t be because she was a conquest. No, it would prove to her that she belonged to us. Together.
First, we had to pop that cherry the right way. Nice and slow. Easy. Then we’d show her all the ways to pleasure her. The idea of spending the rest of my life doing just that made me shift in my seat again.
“Don’t you want to settle down?” I asked. “I mean, a blonde last night, the waitress this morning.”
Mark absently stirred his coffee with a spoon. “I’ll tap that by dinner,” he vowed, tipping his head toward the front counter where the waitress was ringing up a customer. “I’ve even got one I’m working on at the hospital. There’s no way I’ll settle down. Too much fun to be had to settle on one pussy.”
I held up my hand, laughed. “Fine. Have your fun.”
I wasn’t going to tell him about Sam. Not yet. It was too new, and she was special. He didn’t understand what it felt like to fall for a virgin with glasses and a lush pair of tits in red satin. She might have been hot as fuck in Mac’s bed getting herself off, but it was just between us. Something private. Intimate. Hot yet special.
I wouldn’t ruin it by sharing it with my horndog brother.
“It’s supposed to snow Saturday. A foot. Let’s load up the snowmobiles and take them out. I’m off Sunday.”
“Sounds good,” I told him just as our meals were dropped off.
Mark winked at the waitress as I snagged a piece of bacon. We’d go snowmobiling on Sunday, if he didn’t cancel because of a woman.
SAM
* * *
An hour later, after stopping at my apartment long enough for me to run in and change into some clean clothes—I definitely wasn’t going to work without panties—Mac dropped me off at the hospital. He said he’d get my tire fixed and drop the car in the lot before I finished my shift.
I was in a dreamy haze from what he’d done to me in his kitchen, and I hadn’t even noticed when Dr. Knowles came up to me as I walked through the ER’s ambulance entrance.
“Dr. Smyth.”
I didn’t stop for him, only yanked off my winter hat as I made my way toward the doctors’ lounge and my locker. “Dr. Knowles.”
“You’ve been making new friends.” He pushed open the lounge door and held it for me.
I sighed but couldn’t argue that his being gentlemanly was inappropriate.
“Oh?” My pussy still tingled from Mac’s mouth and fingers, and I was happy. Oddly at peace and I tried to stifle the smile on my face. A Mac-induced orgasm was definitely worth grinning over. I went to my locker, worked the combination of the lock so I didn’t have to look at him. Would he be able to tell from my face what I’d been up to?
“You’re new to town, so I’ll give you some advice.”
“I thought we were going to discuss sutures,” I countered, shoving my bag into the locker, then taking off my winter coat.
“Kissing the town mechanic isn’t a good idea. You’re young, have poor judgment.”
I whipped about, pushed my glasses up. “Dr. Knowles, I will take your guidance and advice on anything medical, my performance in the operating room or with patients. My personal life is none of your business.”
He ignored me. “He’s not good for you.”
I thought of how good Mac was, and I could feel my cheeks heat.
“Again, my personal life—”
“Fine, fuck a convict. Don’t sa
y I didn’t warn you.” He stalked toward the door as I stared at him, processed what he’d said.
“Wait!” I called.
He turned back around, a smirk on his face. He’d hooked me like a fish, and he knew it.
“Explain.” I wasn’t going to talk about whether Mac was fucking me or not. It was the convict part I was caught on.
“Your boyfriend went to jail for buying drugs.”
What?
“Cocaine? Meth?” I knew the signs of both in a person. I saw them all the time as a doctor. Meth was much more noticeable than cocaine usage, but I didn’t recognize either in Mac. Then again, I’d seen his dick yesterday, not a blood panel.
He shook his head. “Oxy.”
Being hooked on pain pills was bad.
“A guy like him into a sweet little thing like you? He’ll eat you up and spit you out.”
He ate me out, that was for sure. Dr. Knowles was insinuating Mac was paying attention to me because he, what, wanted me to write him scripts for Oxy? That that was the only thing Mac would want me for?
I spent the rest of my shift, between three back-to-back surgeries, wondering about Mac. About me. A bookish virgin who wore glasses. About the way Dr. Knowles’s words made me doubt not only Mac but myself.
Yet I’d found a text from Mac, which made my heart skip a beat. At first.
Second row, twelfth car on the left. Keys with information desk.
He’d fixed my tire just as he’d said.
Hardin had texted, too.
It’s tomorrow and now we can touch you. See you soon.
We hadn’t made plans, but… wow. That text. I got hot all over thinking of them getting their hands on me. Their dicks in me. I’d finally give up my virginity. I wanted it to be them, knew they’d make it good. God, I was hot from just a text. I’d probably burst into flames if we had sex. Not if, but when.
Mac. The brooding, dark protector who was an expert at oral pleasure. Hardin, who was remarkably gentle for his size. A thinker. He was a toucher, a hugger. He soothed by contact. He’d make a great nurse.
