She stepped inside and followed his voice to the den. His foot was propped up on the ottoman, but he looked drawn and out of sorts. Since Evan had been called to some emergency, Brody probably had been alone all day.
“Are you taking your pain meds?”
“No.”
“I forgot. Real men don’t need sissy pills.” She sat in the chair next to the sofa and drew on all her training. “So what seems to be the problem?”
“I ate something bad.”
“Do you know what?”
“Crow.”
She leaned back, not understanding any of this. No one ate that bird. “I don’t get it.”
“Let’s just say, Evan made me see the error of my ways. I ate some crow and it’s giving me heartburn.”
“Explain.” She didn’t want to jump to any conclusions.
He dragged a hand over his in-need-of-a-shave chin. “I realized why you kept your secret. You were trying to protect me.” He looked up and held her gaze.
Her hands trembled. She’d told him that, but he hadn’t listened. “Yes.”
“I was only thinking of myself and not how you must have felt.” Her heart raced as he reached over and took her hand in his. “I’m sorry I went ballistic on you. I know you tried to tell me sooner, but I wouldn’t listen. Can you forgive me?”
He tilted his head in such a way that her heart melted. She’d never been able to resist his charm. “You know I do, but only if you forgive me.”
He grinned and her body turned to goo. “Come here.” He patted the sofa next to him.
“Brody Thomas. You better not be thinking about sex.” That’s where her mind had gone.
“Me? I’m injured. I can’t have sex for weeks.”
She wouldn’t go that far. Once he got the cast on his foot, he’d be good to go. “Have you showered since the accident?” She could see bits of blood on his scalp.
“I can’t remember, but I can’t get this wrap wet.”
“I can wash your hair, then you can take a sponge bath.”
His grin dimpled his cheeks. “Oh, I’d like that.”
She chuckled. “It’s for medicinal purposes only.”
“Yes. Medicinal purposes. Good.” He stood and picked up his crutches. “Follow me.”
What was she getting herself into?
Once in the bathroom, he leaned the crutches against the sink and took off his shirt. When he looped his fingers in his sweatpants, she stopped him.
“Just the shirt. That’ll be good enough.”
Bruises ran the length of his rib cage. She bet that hurt. He sat on the lip of the large garden tub and looked up at her.
“This isn’t going to work. Can you kneel on the floor and lean over the lip?”
He raised his brows. “You really want my hair washed, don’t you?”
“The blood will smell if we don’t get it out. It has already been a few days. I’ll rebandage the cut on your forehead when I’m done.”
He shrugged and did as she asked, but when his foot rested on the floor, he immediately lifted it.
“Hold on.” She retrieved a pillow from his bed. “Rest your leg on this.” She helped adjust his foot.
“That’s better.”
“Now lean over.” With his ass in the air, she was tempted to rub his butt, but that might start something.
He rested his hands in the tub, ready for the head washing. She’d never washed anyone’s hair before. After she tested the water, she rinsed his scalp then applied the shampoo. She was afraid to press too hard.
“You won’t hurt me. I’m tough.”
“Spoken like a true man.”
Fine. She positioned herself next to him and got to work lathering his scalp. There was something about the intimacy that excited her, like she belonged here.
“My hair’s clean enough. Wash it any more and it might fall out.”
Whoops. She’d been daydreaming. “Sorry.” She rinsed his hair and tossed a towel over his head. “Dry.”
He chuckled and sat up. In seconds, he was done. The ends spiked, causing her to smile. At least the blood was gone.
“Let me brush my teeth and I’ll be ready for sleep.”
She wet a washcloth. “Run this over your upper body.”
“Can’t you do it?”
“Brody.”
“Okay, okay.” He did as she asked. “Now, I’ll bush my teeth.”
“I’ll reapply the bandage first. You don’t want it to reopen and get blood everywhere.” She found tape and gauze in his medicine cabinet and fixed him up in a jiffy. “You’re good to go.”
After cleaning his teeth, he followed her out to the den, where she put on her coat.
“Where are you going?”
“Home? I have to work tomorrow.”
He hobbled closer. “I’d really like for you to stay.” His lips pressed together and he seemed to be holding his breath.
If she wanted a life with her men, maybe she should.
You want to.
“Okay.”
He glanced to the ceiling as if his prayers had been answered. “Great.”
“I brought some clothes just in case.”
“That’s my girl. I knew you couldn’t resist me.”
She would have punched him in the chest if he hadn’t been injured. “Don’t go all cocky on me.”
“No, ma’am.”
She laughed and went out to retrieve her stuff. When she came in, he was sitting on the sofa.
“Why don’t you head on into bed. I need to wash up.”
“You can use the master bath shower.”
“Right, with you a few feet away? No thanks.”
“Brittany, I’ve seen you naked. Don’t worry, I’m not having sex with you tonight.”
“Go. I’ll be in to say good night.”
She’d placed her clothes in another bedroom. After she used the adjoining bath, she slipped on an ugly flannel nightgown and headed back to his room. He was on top of the spread still wearing his sweats, but he’d thrown on a clean T-shirt.
“I need help getting my pants off.”
She wasn’t sure if he wanted them removed or if he wanted her touching him. He’d have to put something else back on, but these did look dirty. “This might hurt when I tug.”
“Go for it.”
Brody lifted his butt and tugged his pants off partway. No surprise that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. After all, he hadn’t had any on when he arrived at her house. Damn him. His cock was as hard as the cast the doc was about to put on his foot.
Don’t look.
She couldn’t help it. Positioning herself at the end of the bed, she pulled evenly on both legs. His jaw tightened when the material lifted his foot, but the movement couldn’t be helped. Once the pants were off, he exhaled.
“Much better.”
She drew the bedspread over his middle. “I’m guessing you won’t like any weight on that foot.” Since his feet might get cold, she went into his bathroom, brought back a towel and placed it over his lower leg.
“You’re a good nurse, but I need something else taken care of.”
“You are a needy man.”
He grinned. “You have no idea.” He flipped off the cover and grabbed his cock. “He needs some tender loving care, too.”
She wanted to tell him that as a professional, she needed to stay away, but he’d just shoot back that they had already made love.
“Will it help with your foot pain?”
“Absolutely.” His innocent act was transparent but adorable at the same time.
To see his reaction, she reached for his cock and squeezed. His eyes fluttered backward as if he needed the release badly. While her act might appear altruistic, truth be told, she loved touching every inch of his body. To think two nights ago she believed he’d never talk to her again. Perhaps the near-death experience had been a blessing in disguise if it meant he understood why she did what she did. Evan’s pep talk came at the right time.
Getting into a better position, she leaned over and licked the head of his cock. He tasted a bit like fleece and pine. Moving her hand up and down his length, she sucked his cock into her mouth.
“Oh, yeah. The pain is receding.”
She tried not to laugh as she swallowed more of him. With her free hand, she cupped his balls, hoping that for a little while, his mind would be occupied with something other than his broken foot.
While she worked on him, he massaged her scalp. Then he found her breast. “Why don’t you take off that ugly robe? It’ll really help me fantasize better.”
She pulled away and laughed. “For a helpless man, you sure are demanding.” Not that she could blame him. The shapeless sack was designed to be a turnoff. She lifted the nightgown and tossed it onto the floor.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about.” His hands went straight to her tits. “I could reach them better if you’d straddle me.”
“No. You don’t need the movement. It would put too much pressure on your injury.”
“Then kiss me at least.”
That she could do. Besides, she wanted to. Careful not to disturb the lower half of his body, she ran her fingers down his cheeks and kissed him. He opened his mouth to invite her in just like old times. Brody could be a lazy kisser, taking his time, enjoying the ride.
He dragged her hand down to his cock. Pre-cum leaked out of the top. He was ready. She moved down his chest and captured his cock once more. He jerked upward and pressed her head down as if he couldn’t wait for her to take her time. She sucked hard enough for him to moan.
“God, I love when you go down on me.”
His strangled cry intensified the thrill. Between cupping his balls, sucking on him, and running her hand up and down his length, his cock grew more rigid. His fingers squeezed her scalp, and she increased the speed of her strokes.
She used a hand to trace circles over his chest. He lifted her hand and stuck her finger in his mouth. Her thoughts shattered. She wanted that moist mouth all over her body, but he wasn’t ready.
“Slow down. I’m too close, and I want this to last.”
She pulled away. Now her tongue went to work up and down his sides. She licked and sucked until his balls turned rock hard.
It was when she stroked him hard and fast that his hips seemed to lift up on their own. She leaned over and drew him into her mouth. He lost it. His warm cream shot into her mouth, and she swallowed his salty flow.
When he eased back onto the bed, she sat up and wiped her lips with the back of her hand.
“Oh, Brittany. That was incredible. I think the pain’s all gone.”
She chuckled. “I doubt that. Do you think you can get some sleep now?”
“If I can hold you.”
How sweet was that? Brody had turned into a sentimental man she could love forever. “If you want to sleep on your side, which I know is your preferred position, I’ll put a pillow between your two ankles.”
“Works for me.”
He winced when she lifted his leg, but he didn’t complain when she stuffed the pillow between his feet. “That comfy?”
“Yes, now come here.”
Tonight was going to be great.
From all the stress during the day, she fell asleep quickly. She awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs. Brody was snoring softly besides her. He’d woken up once around 2:00 a.m. needing another pain pill, but other than that he’d slept through the night.
Now she had to get up for work. Evan was obviously here to take over the babysitting job. She slipped from Brody’s grasp, trying not to wake him. After tossing on her robe, she tiptoed out of the room. Evan was placing food on the table and had another breakfast on a tray.
“Good morning.”
He was awfully chipper this early. “Good morning to you.” She nodded to the tray. “Brody’s still asleep. Fortunately, he had a good night.”
“He try to get you to have sex with him?”
Heat once again flooded her face. She should get used to the fact all three men seemed to know everything about what the others did. “Yes, but he only got a blow job.”
Evan laughed. “Good for him.”
Would she ever get used to him? She took a bite out of the eggs. “These are really good.”
“If you move in here, you might get this kind of service more often.”
She assumed he was kidding. “I’m only staying until Brody gets his cast, which should be tomorrow.”
“Suit yourself.”
“Brittany.” That was Brody calling from the bedroom.
She was happy for the interruption. “I’ll see what he wants.”
Evan held up a hand. “Finish eating. I’ll go see what his majesty needs.”
She laughed. Once Evan disappeared, she scraped up the rest of the eggs and ate the wonderful bacon.
He returned shortly. “He wants you to give him a sponge bath. Seems you forgot last night.”
He washed the top half of his body. She suspected he was interested in her washing the lower half. “I’ll ask the doc if maybe Brody can get his cast put on today. Then he can shower, but he must stay off his foot. The more it swells, the worse it will be, and the less likely he can get the cast.”
“I’ll go tell him.”
She finished breakfast and placed the plate in the sink. Evan returned and kissed her. Her body reacted too fast. “I’ve got to go. I’ll be back after work.”
Not wanting to be talked into something by Brody or Evan, she left. Since Brody lived so close to the clinic, she was there in ten minutes, a nice change from the commute from her cabin.
Around noon, they closed for lunch. She and Tanya were in the break room when Doc Trumble came in.
“So how’s Brody doing?”
She told him about his pain level. “He really wants the cast today so he can move about.”
“If you want to bring him by at five, I can see what we can do.”
“He’ll be happy.”
She called Evan and told him the good news.
“That’s great. My brother isn’t a good patient.”
“Ya think?” She chuckled.
The rest of the afternoon dragged until curses sounded from the back entrance. She went to see what was going on. Evan was fussing at Brody. They should have checked in with the receptionist, but since all of the rooms were empty, she showed them into room four.
“Let me get the doc.”
Brittany told the receptionist that Brody and Evan were in room four.
“I’ll see if Doc’s free.”
She heard the receptionist announce, “Brody’s in room four when you get a chance.”
She didn’t hear her boss’s answer.
Brittany decided to finish up her chores. Watching Brody get his cast might not be pleasant, especially if the doc moved the foot into a painful position. At least Brody had worn pants that zipped up the side and would be easy to get on and off.
Close to six, Evan found her in the back room. “We’re ready to go home. Brody asked if you’d come over for dinner.”
She’d been so busy, she hadn’t had time to go grocery shopping. “That works for me.”
When she pulled in front of his house, Sparks’s Jeep was in the drive. She wondered if they were planning on ganging up on her tonight. If so, she couldn’t wait.
Chapter Fifteen
When Brittany walked into the house, Brody was sprawled out on the sofa, looking relaxed.
“How’s the foot?”
He lifted his leg. “Can’t feel a thing.”
He would if it swelled some more. The pressure would be quite painful. She’d seen numerous cases where the doctor had to cut off the cast and put a new one on because the arm or leg grew in size. Given that the bone was only fractured, Brody might get lucky.
Evan was in the kitchen cooking.
“A drink?” Sparks held up a Merlot.
“Absolutely.”
He poured three glasses. Since Brody was s
till on pain meds, he got stuck with a Coke.
Evan carried in a plate of chicken covered in a cream sauce. “Dinner is served. Get a plate and we’ll all eat around the coffee table. That way Brody won’t have to move.”
Brody started to rise, but Sparks waved him down. “It’s more comfortable for us to sit here.”
Brittany fixed a plate for herself and one for Brody.
He grinned. “I like the service around here.”
“Enjoy it while you can. You’re on your own after tonight.”
“That mean you’re going to spend the night?”
“Maybe.” She’d brought a few days’ worth of clothes in case Brody had needed more help.
Sparks held up his glass. “To no more breaks.”
Apparently some high schoolers had been skiing after school doing tricks and one kid had landed wrong and broken his leg. Sparks had spent a better part of the day bringing him down the slopes. Doc had X-rayed the kid and had Sparks drive him to Bozeman for surgery. He’d just gotten back.
They all toasted. “To no more breaks.”
After they finished and the dishes were washed, Evan brought out a Scrabble game. “Who remembers how to play?”
No one ever forgot how to play Scrabble. “I’m game if Brody has a dictionary we can use. I seem to recall the Thomas brothers had a tendency to cheat.”
Evan’s mouth dropped. “We did not.”
She laughed. “You hated when I won.”
Brody tapped the table. “Because we’re competitive. I say bring it on.”
They picked their seven pieces and began to play. To her surprise, they didn’t try to use any really weird names. She used some medical terms, which pissed off Brody. Too bad. Brody retaliated by using terms from the hardware store, like all the different kinds of screws or electrical terms, but she didn’t complain. After two hours of rather intense play, Evan emerged the victor.
“Who came in second?” Brody leaned over to see the scorepad.
“Brody, you came in second and Sparks came in last.”
Brody grinned. “Works for me.”
Since the game was over, she stood. “I’m going to take my shower then hit the hay. I’ve got to be up bright and early tomorrow morning.”
No one said anything, so she headed down the hallway to one of the spare bedrooms. After she stripped, she stepped into the large shower. She’d brought her own shampoo and conditioner in case Brody didn’t have spares for guests. As it turned out, he had a bowl of the hotel-size containers.
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