No Ordinary Sin [Sin Hospital 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  “My goodness. How ever will you survive this, Bo?”

  “All right, smartass. Be careful. I can’t put you over my knee but I can still pin you against something and spank your pretty ass.”

  Oh, my… “Is that so?”

  “Yes. Saturday is now only two days away. Think about it, beautiful.”

  Miranda nearly came at the tone in his voice. And unfortunately, she had to cut the call short because there was an emergency MRI to do, but not before Bo told her again how much he was looking forward to Saturday.

  Later that afternoon, she had a long break between patients, and went to the ICU to see if Ethan or Preston had a moment to visit with her. Preston was free, so they went to his office to talk. After Miranda outlined her concerns, he gave her a big grin.

  “Well, you’re right that he cannot put that kind of pressure on his thigh. I think he should abstain, personally, but I understand why he’d be reluctant to do so now. He’s safe with oral, giving or receiving, as long as you’re both very careful. And of course, he can still use his hands.”

  “Thanks, Preston. How are things, by the way, with you, Vivian, and Luke?”

  “Perfect. And we’re hoping it stays that way once Bobby’s trial starts. The town will be focused on that, and there might be backlash against the um…unconventional relationships in Sin.”

  “No doubt there will be.”

  “The text messages and phone calls have finally died down for Savannah, Ethan, Noah, and Jimmie. The three of us had our share of both for a while, too, but now things are calmer. We’re all hoping it doesn’t start up again next week.”

  “I hope not, either. Please let me know if I can do anything to help.” She rose.

  “I sure will.” Preston rose and shook her hand. “Thanks.”

  “Thank you for the suggestions for Saturday.”

  “You’re very welcome. Good luck.”

  Miranda finally caught up with Davis as he was leaving the hospital. He gave her a big hug and quick kiss in the parking lot, and she felt like she was in high school again. The emotions were that heady and fresh. She’d been so lonely for so long, and it had crept up on her and become part of her daily life to the point she hardly knew what it felt like to be without an ache for human contact of the male variety.

  She had longed to feel a man’s arms around her, and his lips on her body. These sensations had been part of her fantasy life, but now they were her reality again. She wasn’t sure what would happen Saturday, or the day after, or even next week, but she knew she was going to enjoy it. Bo and Davis had always been part of her life, and she wanted to experience everything she could with them. There would be no hesitancy from now on, and certainly no fear or suspicion. Those days were gone.

  “What are you doing tonight?” he asked.

  “The usual. Nothing.” She laughed. “I’m on call tonight and all day tomorrow. It was the only way to get Saturday off and not have to take the cell phone home.”

  “Want some company? I’m on call, too. We can wait for our cell phones to ring together.”

  As much as that was tempting, she didn’t want to exclude Bo, and tried to think of a way to say that without Davis taking it the wrong way. Either he saw that on her face, or he realized it himself, because he didn’t even wait for her to speak again before he suggested they grab some take-out and go to see Bo.

  She smiled. “I’m sure he’d love that, although did he tell you about his cousins staying with him?”

  Davis laughed. “Oh yeah, he did. Crazy as loons, the whole bunch of them. I wonder if we could persuade him to leave his house tonight.”

  “I’m sure we can.”

  “Great. I’ll go pick up Bo and bring him to my house.”

  “And I’ll take care of the food and drink.”

  Less than an hour later, Miranda pulled into the driveway of Davis’s house. He’d grown up in it, so she’d spent a lot of time there in her younger days. His parents had moved to a condo in Shelbyville years ago, and Davis had been happy to buy his childhood home from them.

  Bo was in the living room, in front of Davis’s big screen TV, his leg propped up on a pillow. He gave her a huge grin when she walked in. “Come over here, gorgeous. I need a kiss.”

  Miranda’s heart soared. In twenty-four hours she’d gone from fantasizing about these two to being their girl. It was too easy. Where was the catch? She shook that thought away as she dropped her bag on the floor next to the sofa, and then placed the take-out containers on the coffee table and leaned over to kiss Bo. The man knew how to kiss. She moaned softly as his hands grasped her face, pulling her close.

  When he finally released it, he gave her a look filled with lust and tenderness, and it was all she could do to keep breathing. “I’ve waited a long time to kiss you again.”

  “Same here.”

  Davis was busy taking the food out of containers, so she straightened up and helped him. The three sat side-by-side, eating messy barbeque and drinking lemonade. Miranda felt like this was their normal routine, and realized it could be one day. She shivered as the images danced in her head. Was this real?

  “What are we watching?” she asked, only to have something to distract her thoughts. Why was she so afraid to embrace this? It had been a long time coming. There was no reason to be fearful of either Bo or Davis, and she knew that.

  “Some movie about Russians and genetic mutation,” said Bo.

  “Oh, wonderful.”

  Both men laughed at the tone in her voice.

  “Not a fan?” asked Davis.

  “Of Vin Diesel, Russia, or genetic mutation?”

  “All three.”

  “Vin is okay, I guess. I have nothing against Russia, and let’s not talk about genetic mutation. Shit like that gives me the creeps.”

  Davis picked up the remote. “We could watch something else if you want.”

  “No, it’s fine. As long as I’m with you both, I really don’t care what’s on TV.”

  “I’m just happy to be away from my cousins.”

  She and Davis laughed at the look on Bo’s face.

  “I swear to you I thought all three were gonna follow me into the bathroom this morning.”

  “Do you think royalty wipes their own asses?”

  Bo looked at Davis as if he’d just asked them if they thought rocks could speak. “Who cares? Who really needs to know that?”

  “No one. I mean, I don’t need to know. Just curious.”

  Miranda had to swallow the sip of lemonade she’d just taken and quickly before she choked on it. “I’m sure we could Google it.”

  “No!” Bo gave her a look of incredulity. “Please. I’m living with this craziness in my own house. Enough with the bathroom humor.”

  “You could actually take advantage of this,” she said to Bo. “Think of it. No more having to clean anything, including your own body. Just sit around all day and let them do the work.”

  Davis leaned forward, his eyes bright with humor. “We could get you one of those chairs for the shower, like they have in nursing homes. Just sit in it under the spray, and let your cousins do all the work.”

  “You all are sick creatures. Truly sick.”

  “Oh, and a bedside commode,” said Miranda. “Easy to clean up, and you can place it anywhere. Watching TV and have to poop? Just slide on over and let your cousins clean up the mess afterward.”

  Bo gave her a look filled with wicked humor and lust. If she knew he could jump up from the sofa easily, she’d be running instead of smiling at him. Her pulse raced and her pussy was now soaking wet. She recalled his words earlier about spanking her, and erotic images danced through her head.

  “That’s it.” He pushed himself to a standing position, still eyeing her. “Someone is begging for a spanking.”

  Davis raised his brows, and then glanced at her. “Is that so?”

  Miranda rose, heat rushing to her face. “All right. Let’s not get crazy here. You know Bo isn’t supposed
to put any pressure on his thigh. Let’s sit back down and watch this movie.”

  Bo and Davis exchanged a wicked glance, and then Davis turned off the TV. “I don’t think so, beautiful. He can’t chase you, but I can.”

  Miranda let out a shriek as Davis came toward her. She made it to the stairwell before he caught her around the waist from behind. She could feel his erection pushing into her, and she moaned in response. He nuzzled her neck. “Spanking, eh? You and Bo discuss that, did you?”

  “Not really.” She could hardly think let alone speak.

  He brushed one hand over her ass, and she moaned again. “I think you did, and it’s a very intriguing idea.”

  “You’re the one who sent me the emoji with a blindfold and a whip.”

  “That’s right. I did.”

  Before Miranda had time to react, Davis picked her up in his arms and carried her back into the living room. She squirmed against him, but in reality this was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her. He sat on the sofa and then pulled her across his lap, leaving her feet on the floor.

  She was laughing and yelling at the same time, and she couldn’t turn over because he pinned her with one strong hand across her lower back, and his right thigh over her legs. “Let me up!”

  “Really?” Davis caressed her hair with his free hand, and Miranda gasped as hot desire shot through her. “Do you really want me to let you up?”

  No. “Yes.”

  He moved his hand from her back to her ass, gently brushing his fingers over it. “I don’t believe you.”

  “I don’t either,” said Bo.

  “She tried to tell me you two didn’t discuss her getting a spanking.”

  Miranda giggled. “Oops…”

  “Oh, did she now?” asked Bo. “Bad girl. You know that’s not true. You’re in big trouble.”

  “Come on over here, Bo,” said Davis. “Sit on the coffee table. She’s all yours. Do whatever you feel is a just punishment.”

  “Stop this, you two. Y’all are nuts.”

  Bo sat on the coffee table and leaned over to give her a quick kiss. “Nuts about you, gorgeous. Now be a good girl and take your spanking. You deserve it.”

  Bo gave her ass cheeks a couple of half-hearted smacks with an open palm. Through her shorts, she barely felt it, but the effect was the same as if she’d been naked and he’d hit her harder. Hot desire shot through her veins, and she moaned deep in her throat. She wanted more. So much more.

  “I think she likes this,” said Davis.

  “Yeah.” Bo sounded like he was barely hanging on. “I do, too. But it would be more of a real spanking if these damn shorts weren’t in the way.”

  Davis caressed her hair again. “He’s right, Miranda.” His voice was so sexy suddenly. Had it always sounded that way?

  His erection pushed into her left hip, and she could only imagine how ready both men were. Saturday was too far away. “Yes, he is right,” she said. “It’s not a real spanking unless you can feel it on your bare ass.”

  She caught the look Bo gave Davis, and could only imagine what Davis’s face registered right now. He let her up, but then pulled her onto his lap and cupped her face. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

  “What do you think I’m saying?”

  His expression was full of pain and longing. “Miranda, please. Don’t toy with us. We’re both ready to burst here. We want to make love to you.”

  “Oh, Davis…” She wrapped her arms around him. Behind her, Bo caressed her back, and then pushed her hair aside and kissed her neck. She moaned softly. That felt so damn good.

  “Miranda, I’ve wanted to make love to you since I was sixteen.”

  “Same here,” said Davis. “But this is better.” He gave her a soft, tender kiss. “Now I know what I’m doing.”

  Miranda was certain her heart would burst. She had to blink back tears at the gentleness in Davis’s voice and in Bo’s touch. “I want to make love to both of you, too. I’ve always wanted to.”

  Chapter Six

  Miranda kissed Davis, lost in the sensations as his mouth moved over hers. Behind her, Bo kissed her neck and brushed his hands over her back and hair. When Davis released the kiss, he gazed at her like she’d just given him the greatest gift on the planet. Bo reached underneath her top to unhook her bra, and then he slid his hands over her breasts, groaning loudly as he cupped them.

  “Oh, yes. I’ve dreamed about this since high school. Oh, Miranda…”

  The reality of being touched and kissed by two men at the same time was so much more intense than anything she’d conjured up in her fantasies. She could hardly think right now. Davis grasped the hem of her top, and Bo moved his hands long enough for Davis to remove her shirt and bra. Then Bo cupped her breasts again, and teased her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers.

  Davis’s jaw went slack and his eyes glazed over. “Dear lord in heaven that is fucking hot to watch.”

  “Feels pretty damn good, too,” said Bo. He moved her back against him, and then leaned around to lick the side of her right breast. He let go of her left one and Davis took over, kneading it in his strong hands. Miranda merely tried to keep breathing.

  “Move her toward me a bit,” said Bo.

  Davis helped her shift her body to the right, and then Bo took her nipple into his mouth. Miranda cried out in pleasure as Davis suckled the other one. This was un-fucking-believably amazing. Nothing could possibly feel better.

  The men took turns sucking her nipples and kissing her mouth, and then Bo moved out of the way so Davis could help Miranda stand. He pulled down her shorts, taking her panties with them. She kicked off her sandals and then stepped out of her clothes. Davis pulled her back over his knees and laughed like the bad guy in a cartoon. “Ha! Got you now. Let the spanking commence!”

  “Oh, that was slick,” said Bo.

  “Oh, yes,” she said. “The height of cleverness.”

  “I think she just dissed you,” said Bo, his voice full of mock surprise.

  “I believe you’re right.” Davis gave each cheek a good, hard swat. “We can’t have that.”

  The guys both swatted her now, taking turns. She yelled, but in reality the endorphin rush was crazy. She was naked, pinned down across Davis’s lap, and both he and Bo were spanking her. Miranda flexed her Kegel muscles, and nearly came. Lust coursed through her, urgent and relentless. She’d never felt anything so decadent and alive.

  One of them slipped a finger along her ass crack, and she thought she’d go out of her mind with need. Davis moved her legs apart, and then he cupped her pussy. “You’re so damn wet.”

  “Yeah. Can’t really help that, you know?”

  Bo brushed a hand over the side of her breast. “Did we do that to you?”

  The question was so endearing, and so obvious, but she loved him for asking it. “Of course you did. You two have starred in my fantasies for years.”

  “And you’ve been the only woman in mine.”

  She glanced up at Bo. “Really?”

  He nodded. “Oh, yeah. For a long time now.”

  “Why didn’t I know that?”

  He shrugged. “I’m an idiot.”

  She reached over to touch his left thigh. “No, you’re not. Not even close. You’re wonderful. You both are. I can’t even express how happy I am right now. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

  “Oh, Miranda.” Davis brushed a hand along her hair. “So have I. I should have said something sooner.”

  “We all should have,” she said. “But it’s okay. We’re here now. Let’s enjoy each other.”

  Davis pulled her to her feet and stood. He laid her gently on the sofa and covered her body with his, kissing her deeply and roughly. She groaned in the back of her throat and wrapped her arms and legs around him, pushing her hips into the bulge in his jeans.

  When he released it, he glanced over at Bo. “It’s not fair if I can fuck her in the pussy but you can’t. So neither of us wi
ll until we both can.”

  “Oh, man, you don’t have to do that.”

  “Yes I do. Fair is fair.” He grinned down at her. Shivers ran up and down her spine at the look in his eyes. “But she has a great mouth.” He took one of her hands. “And these.” He turned it over, palm up, and then licked it. Miranda moaned again. “They’re pretty hands.” He gave them a squeeze. “And quite strong.”

  Davis helped her sit up and then he guided her hand to his crotch. “Take it out, beautiful. And then do the same for Bo. Let’s see what you do with two dicks in those pretty hands.”

  She laughed, and then she tried to keep her hands from trembling as she unzipped first Davis’s jeans, and then Bo’s khaki shorts. “I hate to bring up clinical stuff at a time like this, but I have no STDs. May I assume the same of you both?”

  “None here,” said Bo.

  Davis shook his head. “Me either.”

  “And I’m not on the pill, so when we get to that point, we’ll need to use condoms.”

  Davis reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a foil packet. “Never leave home without it.” He tossed it on the end table. “You’ll have to wait, poor thing.”

  “At least a month,” said Bo.

  She laughed harder now, but that helped relax her enough to take each man’s cock out of his pants without her fingers shaking. She didn’t want them to think she was afraid. Far from it. She was so damn excited she could barely think.

  Her heavy petting with both men had never gone this far in high school, so she was pleasantly surprised at their sizes. They were more than adequate to satisfy her. “Well now,” she said, settling back and grasping one dick in each hand. “What shall I do to torture you two first?”

  She moved her hands up and down, slowly at first, watching their faces. Tiny beads of sweat broke out along each of their hairlines, and she smiled. Her pussy was totally soaked now, and she was so close to coming it was ridiculous. This was so intimate and dirty. More so even than if they’d both simply laid her down and fucked her.