by Tara Rose
He gave her a droll look. “Yeah, right. I’m complaining about the sex with you.”
“Well I’m complaining,” said Bo. “Not about what we’ve done so far. I want more. I can’t wait until this damn thing comes off.”
He sounded angry, which wasn’t like him. “Isn’t it time for a pain pill?” she asked.
“Yes.”
When he didn’t move, she retrieved one from the bottle he’d placed on the end table and handed it to him.
“I’ll probably fall asleep.”
“That’s all right. You’re both welcome to stay.”
“My cousins will call out the National Guard.”
“Then call them and tell them you’re spending the night here.”
He popped the pill into his mouth, chased it with sweet tea, and then picked up his phone.
Miranda didn’t mind that they were too tired to do anything this evening except enjoy each other’s company in front of the TV. She was content simply to be with them. She didn’t want to be anywhere else for the rest of her life.
* * * *
Bo’s first appointment five days after his surgery had Dr. Sinclair smiling as he changed the dressing. “You’ve been taking good care of yourself.”
“Does that mean this damn brace can come off?”
“Not yet.”
Bo grunted.
“Something you want to tell me?”
“Yeah. It’s cramping my love life.”
Dr. Sinclair chuckled. “I imagine so. Three more weeks, okay? Any sooner and you risk tearing open the internal sutures.”
“Seriously?”
His smile faded. “Bo, you were lucky. If you didn’t have so much muscle on this leg, you might have severed an artery or a nerve.”
“I guess I didn’t think about that part of it.”
“Well, think about it. One month modifying your sex life is better than losing the use of a leg.”
“Point well taken, Doc. Thanks.”
Travis had driven him to the appointment, so as soon as Travis took him back home, he called Miranda to tell her what Dr. Sinclair had said.
“He’s right you know. You were very lucky.”
“I know. But I’m going to sulk about it for the next three weeks.”
“I’m sure I can find a way to put a smile on your face.”
Bo’s dick jumped to attention. “Oh, I know you can, baby.”
“Are you in a place you can talk privately?”
“Yes.” It was difficult to breathe now. “Where are you?”
“In the anteroom but I’m alone. Want to know what I’m doing right now?”
“Tell me, beautiful. In exquisite detail.” He rose and locked his bedroom door, and then unzipped his shorts and took his cock out. He placed the phone on the table next to his chair and put it on speaker. “Tell me everything.”
“It’s so hot in here I need to loosen the drawstring on my scrub pants.”
“Do that. Now reach inside there and tell me what you feel.” Bo stroked his dick, lazily, picturing Miranda reaching into her pants.
“My panties. Oh, here. Let me move them out of the way.”
Bo groaned. “You are such a bad girl. When I see you again I’m going to paddle your pretty ass until it’s red.”
She moaned softly and he nearly lost it. “I’m sliding my hand into my panties.”
“Tell me what you feel, bad girl.”
“My pussy is so wet. Oh, Bo it’s so slippery.”
“Oh, God. What are your fingers doing in all that wetness?” He stroked his cock faster now as beads of sweat broke out along his hairline.
“My clit is throbbing. I’m moving my fingers over it, then into my wetness, then back up again.”
Her voice was all breathy and he was that close to coming, but he wanted her to do it first. “Slide your finger inside your pussy, baby. And rub your clit at the same time. Tell me you’re doing it.”
“Oh, I am, sugar. I am. I’m all wet for you, Bo. Oh, my God this feels so fucking good.”
Holy fuck! It drove him mad to hear her swear during a time like this. It was so guttural and raw. He grunted softly as he pulled on his dick, harder now. His balls contracted and he didn’t know how much longer he could hang on. “Come for me, Miranda. Come for me, sweetheart. Tell me what you’re doing. Please, baby.”
“Oh, shit…fuck…Oh, Bo. Oh, Jesus. Oh, my God. Oh, yes. Here I come, Bo. Here I come…”
Fuck yes! He exploded all over his hand and then he realized his jizz was on his shorts as well, but he didn’t give a shit. When the stars behind his closed eyelids disappeared, he asked Miranda if she was all right.
She laughed softly. “I’m actually dizzy. I need water. I’ve never done anything like that. Thank you.”
He smiled. “No, thank you, baby. You are so damn sexy.”
“So are you. Shit.” He heard ringing. “I have to go. Dammit!”
“It’s all right. Call me later.”
“I will.” She disconnected the call, and then Bo cleaned himself up and lay down on his bed, dreaming about the things he and Davis were going to do to her in three weeks.
Chapter Ten
Miranda thought she’d walked into a fairy tale during the next two weeks. She’d never seen Davis this much at work before, and realized he’d always been there, but had simply kept to himself. He’d cut back on the extra shifts considerably, and spent as much time as he could with her when she was on call. Normally, she would have gone home to wait for her phone to ring, but now she stayed. Because to be home with Davis and Bo and then get interrupted for a trauma coming in would have been too frustrating.
Davis always made sure to include Bo when he spent time with Miranda at work. If one of Bo’s cousins couldn’t drive him to the hospital, Davis would pick him up. They took turns spending the night at Miranda’s house or Davis’s house when she wasn’t on call all night, and Bo told them both he liked Miranda’s place better because it was so homey inside.
They made love to her with their mouths and fingers, and she did the same to them. They also used her vibrator on her, and joked about needing to buy some different toys. She told them she’d love to do that, either online or in person at a shop in Nashville. “Just say the word.”
One afternoon while Bo was at his next appointment with Dr. Sinclair, Miranda was home and Davis came over. She and the other tech were both on call today, but Miranda didn’t particularly like hanging out in the anteroom with Sharon Whitt, so she’d come home instead.
“Randy insists on taking Bo to another cousin’s house for a birthday party after his doctor appointment,” explained Davis. “He doesn’t want to go, but you know how his family is.”
Miranda shook her head. “Yes, I sure do.”
“But I have two hours before I need to get back to work the extra shift I picked up this evening. So...I thought we could do some online shopping.”
“Oh, what a wonderful idea.” She brought up her favorite sex toy site online, and they giggled like teens as they looked over everything. “Some of this stuff kinda scares me.”
“Me, too! But I’m really intrigued by this.” He pointed toward a set of handcuffs wrapped in fur, and then he navigated to a strap-on. “And especially by this. At least with one of these I could pretend I was fucking you for real.”
“How intriguing. But what about Bo? Using a strap-on would still require him to work his thigh muscles too much.”
Davis brought up another page and pointed to the dildos. “He can use one of these on you.”
She grinned at him. “You’re a genius. Why didn’t this occur to me before?”
“Because you’ve never done anything like this.”
She gave him a long, searching glance. “No, I sure haven’t.”
His look was tender, and her heart gave an odd lurch. “Neither have I, Miranda. And Bo surely hasn’t. You two were hurt badly and it’s a wonder you can trust anyone again. But I won’t hurt you. And neither will Bo. I
hope you know that.”
“I do know that.” She placed her hand over her heart. “In here I do. It’s all so surreal. I’ve had fantasies about you two forever, and now this is actually happening. Most days I don’t know how to deal with it.”
He kissed her gently. “Enjoy it.”
“Will it last?” Her heart hammered in her ears. It had taken a lot of courage to ask that, but it had been on her mind since this began and she had to know.
“I’m planning on it lasting.”
She let out the breath she was holding. “So am I.”
“And Bo adores you. Surely you can see that.”
She nodded.
Davis minimized the windows they had open and pulled her close. She held him for a few moments, and then he kissed her. It would be so easy to just let him make love to her the way she longed for them both to do, but they had promised Bo they would wait until he could, too. Still, on call or not, she had to have something from him, and it had to be now.
Miranda released the kiss and pulled off her top, and then undid her bra and let it fall. He groaned and fastened his mouth on one nipple, and then the other. When he moved to undo his jeans she took off her shorts and panties, and then he was naked as well.
“Now what?” she whispered.
“Oh, baby. I want to be inside you so badly.”
“I want that, too.” She knelt in front of him and took his dick into her mouth, sucking and licking while she fondled his balls. She didn’t give him a break at all, and it took mere minutes for him to come inside her mouth.
As soon as he pulled out, he led her to the nearest chair and pushed her into a sitting position, then knelt between her legs and went to town on her pussy and clit. Miranda tangled her fingers in his hair and cried out loudly as the climax washed over her. When he kissed her, she tasted her pussy juices mixed with the cum that was still inside her mouth, and she thought it was the most delicious taste in the world.
They held each other for long moments, and then they returned to the computer and bought a strap-on, a dildo, and the handcuffs that Davis had liked. She couldn’t wait to show all this to Bo, and to have both him and Davis use them on her.
* * * *
A week before Bo was due to get his leg brace off, Davis told them that his sister had called, informing him she was moving back to the area from Alabama. “She’s been talking about doing so for years, but I never thought she’d actually leave her asshole boyfriend.”
“How long has she been with him?” asked Miranda.
“Too long. Ten years, I believe. He treats her like garbage.”
“Is she coming to stay with you?”
He gave each one a searching look. “Well, I was wondering what you’d think of me just letting her live there for a while? And I could stay with you?”
Bo raised his brows. “Only if I can, too.”
“Yeah, I was kind of hoping you could.”
“Travis has practically taken over my house. I think he likes being away from his parents so much. Randy and Rosa finally left, but I don’t think Travis would mind having the place to himself.”
Her pulse raced. She wanted to shout her joy to the world. “I would love to have you both here. For as long as you want to stay. Until, you know, you figure out what to do with your own homes.”
* * * *
The sex toys that Miranda and Davis ordered arrived three days before Bo was scheduled to return to Dr. Sinclair’s office again. Davis and Miranda arranged to have the night off by calling in favors and pulling rank on a few people. They started the evening with take-out that they ate on the back deck under a perfect late June sky with just a touch of cloudiness. It was supposed to storm by Sunday, and Bobby’s trial was set to start Monday morning.
“Have you all heard anything more about that mystery man?” asked Bo.
She and Davis shook their heads. “Not one word,” said Davis.
“I wonder if that was a ploy to try to find Cletus?” asked Miranda. “I heard Ellie talking to one of the ER docs when they brought a patient over the other day for an MRI. She said her mother was out of her mind with worry over where her father might have gone. But it didn’t sound like Ellie or her mother knew where Cletus was.”
Bo nodded. “Randy told me he was over at Henderson Weed & Feed last week, and he heard Luke talking to one of Savannah’s cousins about that very same thing. Vivian told Luke that Amy and Rodney have been calling everyone they know around the country, asking if Cletus has contacted them.”
“So even Cletus’s children don’t know where he is,” said Miranda. “Or his wife. Do you think they’re just saying that?”
Bo shook his head. “Rodney can’t stand his sister or his mother. If he suspected they knew where Cletus was holed up, he’d call the police and tell them.”
“The whole town is going to try to get inside the courthouse in Murfreesboro just to watch this trial,” said Davis.
Miranda nodded. “No kidding. I thought we might be busy while the trial is going on, but now I realize no one will be here. At least not during the day.”
When they finished eating and the conversation had died down, Miranda rose and gathered up their containers and other trash. At the threshold, she glanced over her shoulder. “I’ll meet you both in my bedroom.”
She chuckled as they practically ran inside the house ahead of her, Bo included, and scurried to help her clean up. Once that was taken care of, she walked upstairs ahead of Davis. He smacked her ass as she climbed each step. “Hurry up, baby.”
“I’m going as fast as I intend to. Just hold your horses.”
She was so damn excited she could barely stand it. As soon as they entered the room, Davis pulled her into his arms for a hot kiss. He tangled his fingers in her hair and she moaned into his open mouth, pushing her hips against the bulge in his jeans.
When he released her, she undressed both men so quickly that she nearly ripped Bo’s shirt getting it off him. She never tired of gazing at their bodies. Both men were so damn beautiful she could hardly stand it most days.
Once all three were naked, they took turns kissing her and brushing their hands all over her body. She was so wet it wouldn’t take much lube at all for those strap-ons to slide into her. Davis led her to the bed and grinned when he noticed she’d laid out the handcuffs and toys already. They’d added a large bottle of lube to the order at the last minute, and that was on the bed, too.
“Are you really going to let us handcuff you?” asked Bo, as if he were asking her whether she’d just found buried treasure.
“Yes. I trust you both.”
Davis picked them up and tested each side. “They come apart easily. See?” He clicked them shut and then pushed on the release at the edge of each bracelet. “She can actually get out of these herself.”
“All right then.”
Miranda was touched that Bo would be so worried about her comfort and safety. She asked them where they wanted her first, and Davis told her to lie on her back with her arms overhead, near the edge of the bed. That was so Bo could reach her. She really didn’t need to ask now. He’d always been so careful to position her where Bo wouldn’t have to risk putting any pressure on his thigh.
She did as he asked, and then he cuffed her hands overhead. Miranda moaned softly at the sound of the bracelets clicking into place. She was at their mercy now, and even knowing she could easily free herself sent a thrill coursing through her body. “I’m your prisoner. What are you going to do to me?”
Davis chuckled and Bo moaned. “Oh, baby,” said Davis, kissing her nipples. “Every dirty thing imaginable.”
Miranda shivered. This was going to be the best night of her life. She could feel it.
Chapter Eleven
Bo pulled a chair over and spread her legs, while Davis teased her nipples with his mouth and fingers. He rolled them and licked them, planting tiny nips on the sides of her breasts, her neck, and her abdomen, until she was practically screaming with the ne
ed for release.
Between her legs, Bo used his magic mouth and skilled fingers to work her soaking wet pussy into a frenzy, but this time he didn’t let her come. She heard the sound of something wet and glanced over to see him pour some of the lube on a finger, and then he slid it gently into her asshole.
“Oh…fuck!” Miranda made fists with her hands as Bo finger-fucked her pussy and ass at the same time, and when he sucked hard on her clit she cried out his name and over and over. The orgasm was crazy intense, and tears ran down her face by the time the contractions finally subsided.
The men each kissed her, and then Davis gently turned her onto her stomach and they pushed pillows under her hips. They placed one under her head, and she turned her face to the side so she could watch them.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked.
Her ass was up in the air, and she was ready for them all over again. “Yes.”
Bo stepped behind her and swatted each ass cheek, hard. Miranda yelped but then moaned in pleasure as he smacked her again. “I told Davis what you did on the phone, and I told him how I was going to paddle your ass red for it.”
She giggled. “Maybe we should have bought a paddle, too?”
“Next time,” said Davis, his voice deep and sexy. “And one of those bamboo canes. That will leave some nice red marks on this pretty ass.”
While Bo continued spanking her, Davis unwrapped the strap-on and the dildo. He made a show out of it, letting her watch, and between the anticipation of them using those toys and Bo swatting her, she nearly passed out from the endorphin rush. Her ass cheeks stung like crazy now but she didn’t want him to stop. She loved this. The more he smacked her, the more she wanted.
Davis pushed two fingers into her pussy from behind and Miranda groaned loudly. “You’re so fucking wet again. Not even sure we need the lube.”
“Oh, God. Please. Please fuck me. Please.”
He kissed her sore ass cheeks one at a time. “We will, sweetheart. Don’t you worry.”
Bo moved aside and Davis put on the fake dick. Miranda moaned and whimpered continuously now, so damn excited she couldn’t stand it any longer. She’d waited so long for this, and it suddenly didn’t matter that it wasn’t his real cock about to fuck her. That would come soon enough. Bo would get the all clear early next week to ease into sex again. She was sure of it. And then she might be walking bow-legged for the rest of her life.
