by Leah Brooke
Danny thought so, and he wasn’t even in the same league as Dillon or Ryder.
She wanted to be mad at Danny for her insecurity, but knew she had only herself to blame, which pissed her off even more.
Gripping her chin, Dillon lifted her face, the look of impatience and anger tightening his own features both surprising and alarming.
“If you weren’t hurt, I would prove to you just how wrong you are about that. Your ex has a lot to answer for, and it pisses me off that you let him hurt you even now. As soon as we get you back home, we’re going to have a nice little chat.”
Alison relaxed when he straightened and lowered her arms. “You mean when we get back to the hotel, right?”
Gripping both of her hands in one of his, he held them against his chest.
“No, I mean when we get back to our place. You’re not staying in the hotel alone anymore.” With a small smile, he reached for the hem of her sweater.
“You’ll find there’s no room there anymore.”
She gasped when he started to lift her sweater, her heart racing when Ryder turned in his seat and loomed over her from the other side. Confused by the tenderness in his eyes, she loosened her grip. Before she knew it, her sweater had been bunched under her chin.
Fisting her hands against Dillon’s chest, she waited breathlessly for the disappointment she knew she would see in their eyes.
Instead, sitting there with the late day sun streaming through the windshield and warming her naked breasts, Alison stilled, her breath catching at the looks of desire in their eyes.
Her nipples, already beaded, tingled under their gazes. Her breasts seemed to warm even more, feeling heavy and swollen.
Although the parking lot was empty, the decadent feeling of being outside with her breasts exposed added a sexual tension that made her feel naughty and extremely feminine.
Ryder’s eyes became hooded as he reached out a hand to place it over her breast, widening at her gasp when she cried out. His callused palm slid over her nipple, his soft touch and the tender indulgence in his heated stare easing the sense of vulnerability and filling her with a sense of feminine power she hadn’t experienced in a long time.
“Dillon, look at her. Look at how sensitive she is.” Clenching his jaw, he lifted his hand, leaving her bereft of his warmth until he touched her nipple with his thumb.
She couldn’t hold back her cry, the jolt of pleasure too strong to allow it. Dropping her head back, she swallowed heavily, her breath coming out in whimpered pants as Ryder’s rough thumb tenderly caressed back and forth over her nipple.
“She’s so delicate. Her nipples are so damned sensitive. Holy shit. I’ll bet she’s soaking wet. Christ, that has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Give me some room, damn it.”
Dillon ignored Ryder’s attempt to shove him aside, keeping his eyes on hers as he lowered his head to her other nipple.
She couldn’t look away from Ryder’s face, fisting his shirt in her hands and pressing her lips together to keep from crying out, a little embarrassed at how easily such a simple touched aroused her.
Used to being grabbed or having her breasts totally ignored, she never would have imagined experiencing such pleasure at having her breasts touched so tenderly, especially by such large and strong hands, hands that could bruise her so easily.
Her breasts had always been so sensitive that Danny’s rough caresses eventually made it so she didn’t want to be touched there at all. With Ryder and Dillon, it was different. Her fear of being hurt faded, allowing her to enjoy the sensation of Ryder’s thumb caressing her there even more. Holding her breath in anticipation of Dillon’s mouth on her, she stiffened in the seat, shaking so hard her teeth chattered.
Dillon smiled, a slow, tender smile that sent her heart racing.
“I noticed it the other night in her hotel room. We’re going to have to be very careful with her. Easy, honey. I just have to have a little taste. I won’t hurt you.”
Before she could form a reply, his mouth closed over her pebbled nipple, the jolt of heat to her clit drawing a loud cry from her. Writhing against the seat, she closed her eyes, crying out again and again as each stroke of his tongue over her nipple sent dizzying pleasure through her.
Twisting restlessly, she squeezed her thighs together against throbbing that centered there, the strangest sounds coming from her throat as Ryder teased one nipple and Dillon gently sucked the other. She couldn’t stay still. She couldn’t stop crying out, pushing against them in alarm when she seemed to lose all control of her body.
When she felt Ryder close a thumb and forefinger over the nipple he’d been teasing, her eyes popped open, scared of what he might do.
The look on his face scared her just a little, his fierce expression creating both trepidation and a shocking arousal.
“Beautiful. You’ve got the most perfect breasts I’ve even seen or touched. I can see I’m not going to be able to leave them alone. You realize I’m going to get my hands on them every chance I get, don’t you?”
Dillon lifted his head, allowing the cool air to blow over her damp nipple and sending another wave of pleasure through her.
“And our mouths. She tastes so sweet.” Smiling, he shook his head. “How you could think you’re anything but perfect is a mystery to me.”
The ringing of her cell phone broke the spell, a sharp reminder of what she’d escaped. Pushing against Dillon, she looked away, wincing when the phone rang again.
Ryder took his hand from her breast and lifted her chin until she met his searching gaze.
“Are you gonna answer that?”
Alison swallowed heavily and licked her dry lips before answering, keeping her tone cool. “No.”
Hoping her brisk answer made it clear she had no intention of discussing it, she met Ryder’s gaze squarely.
Taking a deep breath Dillon straightened and nodded before pulling her sweater back down to cover her.
“We’re gonna talk about this, Alison, and as soon as Doc okays you…hell, I’m hard as a rock.”
Still trembling when they got out of the truck and Dillon reached back in for her, she placed her hand in his, searching his face and Ryder’s as they patiently waited for her. She’d become used to moving gingerly, and did so now, pleasantly surprised that she felt no pain or tightness at all.
Touched at their tenderness and surprised that the need on their faces brought forth a playfulness in her she hadn’t experienced in years, she smiled and drew Dillon’s jacket more firmly around her.
“I appreciate you bringing me here, but I don’t think it’s necessary.”
Dillon rubbed her back, urging her along at the same time.
“I’m sure you’ll end up getting your way quite a bit with us, but this isn’t one of those times.”
She tried to stop on the sidewalk, but Ryder reached for her hand and gently, but firmly pulled her along.
Looking up, she realized for the first time that she only came up to his shoulder. Her inability to even slow them down started to anger her.
“Damn it. I’m not taking orders from you! I know when I have to go to the doctor or not, and I don’t. Who the hell are you to try to make me go somewhere I don’t want to go?”
Dillon opened the door to the doctor’s office and ushered her inside.
“Let’s get something straight. I’m not trying to make you go anywhere. I’m doing it. You’re going if I have to carry you.”
Ryder came in behind them, patting her ass and bending low to whisper in her ear. “Besides, Ally, as your instructors, we’ve got to make sure you’re in good shape before we start your lessons.”
Sliding a nervous glance toward the receptionist to make sure she hadn’t overheard, Alison faced Ryder, keeping her tone at a whispered hiss. “Stop it. Sex doesn’t take that much effort, and stop calling me Ally.”
“Ally suits you.” Standing in front of her, he blocked her view of the receptionist and stared down at her breasts, maki
ng her even more conscious of her nipples poking against the front of her sweater. His devilish grin made her pussy clench and sent a fresh rush of moisture to dampen her panties.
“And sex is very physical, at least when done right.”
Reaching out a finger, he traced it over her nipple. “And we do it very right. Don’t worry, darlin’. We’ll do all the work. All you’ve got to do is spread those legs wide and enjoy.”
Thankful that no one else sat in the waiting room, Alison took a hasty step back, so shaken and aroused she probably would have slipped and fallen if Dillon hadn’t steadied her.
“Stop it. I’m supposed to do everything, remember. You’re supposed to show me how to please a man.”
Dillon rubbed her ass.
“Letting us play with those pretty nipples was a good place to start. Now behave yourself so I can let Doc know you’re here.”
* * * *
Twenty minutes later, Alison was sitting on a paper-lined table, wearing what amounted to a paper dress when the doctor came into the room.
Older than she’d imagined, Dr. Hansen had a kind face and twinkling eyes, and she liked him immediately.
“Hello, young lady. I’m sorry I’m late. I hate those fax machines.”
Once Dillon explained to the receptionist what had happened and that she’d had a previous injury, she’d asked Alison to sign a paper allowing her doctor back home to release her medical information to Dr. Hansen. She didn’t think it would be possible on a Saturday, but since her records were at the hospital, the nurse had faxed them through.
She hadn’t really thought it necessary, but figured that if she worked here for a while and needed a refill for her prescription for pain medicine, Dr. Hansen would at least have the information he’d need to write it for her before she left.
“Dr. Hansen. I’m sorry to be so much trouble. I’m not hurt.”
Looking up from her chart, he eyed her skeptically.
Blowing out a breath, she couldn’t prevent a smile at the kindly looking doctor.
“Really. I swear. But Dillon and Ryder are hardheaded and wouldn’t listen. They got all bent out of shape because I took a painkiller and muscle relaxer yesterday.”
Closing the folder, he came closer and pulled out the hammer that doctors always used to hit people in the knees with.
“Yeah, Debra’s keeping them out there as long as possible. I understand from Hope that they consider you theirs, so they’ll be barging through the door any minute. Do you take painkillers and muscle relaxers often?”
Alison blinked, trying to follow. “No. What do you mean, they’ll be barging in any minute? Can’t you lock the door?”
After checking her reflexes, he stuck the hammer in his pocket and pulled out a little flashlight to shine a light in her eyes before pulling out a blood pressure cuff.
“Wouldn’t do any good. Men around here just break doors down when their woman’s inside. Got tired of replacing them. You’re new here, but you’ll get used to them.”
Smiling, he slipped the cuff on her arm and grinned. “Here they come. This reading’s not going to be worth a darn now.”
He started pumping up the cuff just as Dillon came bursting through the door with Ryder close behind.
Coming to her other side, Dillon rubbed her arm. “How is she, Doc?”
Alison shoved at his chest, not moving him at all. “What are you doing in here? This is private.”
Ryder stood next to and a little behind the doctor, crossing his arms over his chest. “You won’t tell us what’s wrong, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to hurt you by having sex with you when you’re already hurt, but too stubborn to admit it.”
Mortified that he would say such a thing in front of the doctor, Alison glared at him, more than a little surprised that the doctor didn’t appear at all shocked by Ryder’s words. “I’m stubborn? I told you I was fine, but you wouldn’t believe me. Get out.”
Dillon slid a hand over her hair. “No. Doc, what can you tell us?”
Dr. Hansen smiled and shook his head. “I just walked in here. Her blood pressure reading’s not worth a darn since you walked in and started arguing with her. Why don’t you wait outside and let me check her over?”
Ryder was already shaking his head. “No. We want to know what’s wrong with her.”
Alison had had enough. She’d already learned that butting heads with them wouldn’t get them anywhere, so she tried another tactic. The tenderness in Dillon’s eyes hadn’t wavered at all since he’d touched her in the truck, so she appealed to him.
Touching his arm, she looked up at him through her lashes. “Please, Dillon. I’m very embarrassed to have you and Ryder in here. I’ll let the doctor look me over if you’ll just wait out in the waiting room.”
Dillon’s eyes flared. Bending close, he whispered to her, touching her hand. “I like the way you say my name.”
Straightening, he narrowed his eyes and regarded her steadily. “And you’ll tell Doc everything—even what happened when your ex-boyfriend threw you down the stairs?”
Dr. Hansen’s brows went up, his kind eyes sharpening. “Well now.”
With a sigh, Alison found herself smiling at the doctor. “I’m fine. I promise to tell you everything.”
Ryder came to stand in front of the table and placed in hands on her knees, sending a delicious warmth through her, and waiting until she met his gaze before speaking.
“And then tonight you’re going to answer our questions about it?”
Bristling, Alison crossed her arms over her chest and frowned. “I really don’t think—”
Using a booted foot, Ryder snagged the doctor’s stool and sat.
Grinning, he slid his hands under the paper to rub her knees. “Then I guess we’ll be staying.”
Fisting her hands on her lap to quell the sudden urge to smack him, Alison took a deep breath and involuntarily leaned into the hand Dillon used to caress her back, comforted by his touch.
Without knowing quite why she did it, and letting instinct rule her, she reached out to cup Ryder’s strong jaw, thrilling at the rough stubble beneath her hand.
“Please, Ryder. I’d like to be alone with the doctor. Will you do this for me? Please?”
* * * *
Ryder froze, his smile falling. The combination of Ally’s soft touch, the fact that she’d reached out to him and the plea in her eyes hit him like a jolt to his system, bringing protective instincts he hadn’t known existed inside him to the surface with a strength that knocked the breath out of him.
The breathless way she’d said his name would have knocked his legs out from under him if he’d been standing, the soft plea in her tone going straight to his cock with a force that made it actually hurt. His cock pressed against his zipper so painfully, he winced, wanting her with a desperation he hadn’t felt since the first time he and Dillon took a woman together.
Afraid she would move her hand away if he turned his head, he slid his gaze to Dillon, unsurprised to find his best friend and partner staring down at Alison with a look Ryder had never before seen on his face and rubbing her back as if he couldn’t stop touching her.
Her naÊveté when it came to sex already had Ryder close to climbing the walls. Used to taking submissives, he still liked a little backbone in a woman, and Ally appeared to be a little too tame for him. She’d been stubborn, but still almost meek.
So why the hell did he want her so badly?
Of course, having a boyfriend who threw her down a flight of stairs and apparently got away with it might have something to do with it. The fact that she’d left showed strength, but still…
The surprise and feminine interest he saw in her eyes now only made him want her more. She seemed so delicate, so…soft, a far cry from the type of woman he usually went for.
Looking up into those big doe eyes of hers, he knew right then and there he was a goner.
He sighed, already knowing what he was going to do, but hesitated, not wanti
ng to break contact with her. Promising himself he’d make up for it later, he held her gaze as he turned his lips against her soft palm and kissed her there.
The shocked heat in her eyes made his cock throb, and he tightened his hands on her knees, his cock jumping again when she gasped, making one of those little breathless sounds she made when pleasure hit her. Each time she made that sound, as she had in the truck, a strong surge of lust burst forth inside him, and he knew he would easily be able to rip down a wall to get to her.
Barely resisting the urge to run his hands higher up her thigh and separating her folds to bury his face between them, he sighed again and straightened, immediately missing the warm softness of her hand against his face. Looking at Dillon, he grimaced.
“I’m in trouble here.”
Dillon nodded and smiled faintly before kissing Ally on the head.
“We’ll be in the waiting room.”
Ryder stood just as her cell phone rang again, and seeing the panic and anger on her face, he reacted instinctively and grabbed it from where she’d placed it in the chair nearby.
“I’ll take care of this.”
He admitted to himself that answering her phone would be invading her privacy, something that he had no right to do, but right now he didn’t care. She seemed upset at the phone calls she’d been getting, and with this unfamiliar protectiveness creating havoc in his system, he acted on impulse.
“No!”
Lifting a brow, he hid his amusement. After how easily he’d given in to her just a minute or two ago, he was determined to get the upper hand back as quickly as possible.
Realizing he’d never really had it with her, he frowned, more determined than ever.
“I’m taking it. I’m getting rid of whoever keeps calling and upsetting you. Now behave yourself and let the doctor look at you, or I’ll come back in here and rip that paper off of you, and we’ll all take a look at you.”
Satisfied that he’d had the last word and buoyed by the look of shock on her face, he left the examination room, not allowing a smile until he’d closed the door firmly behind him.
