Healing Her Racy Doctors [Racy Nights 15] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  “So do we,” said Adam. “Come here, beautiful. Slide that delicious pussy over my dick.”

  Adam’s cock looked ready to burst. Travis helped her straddle him then lower her pussy over his dick. Loreen groaned loudly as Adam grasped her hips and moved her up and down. Her arms were chained behind her back so all she could do was ride the waves of contractions coursing through her body.

  “Lie against him,” said Travis, gently pushing her torso down. Once she was prone against Adam’s chest, Travis gently pushed two wet fingers into her ass. Adam stopped moving until Travis had slid his dick inside, and Loreen simply tried to keep breathing.

  The fullness was exquisite. Even better than when it had been from a toy and a cock. When they each started to thrust, she whimpered as her arousal grew to a fevered pitch. She’d never felt anything so amazing in her life, and she never wanted it to end.

  “You look so fucking beautiful right now, with those soft colors from the light on your back.” Travis’s voice was almost reverent. “And I’ve never felt anything so damn tight or perfect in my fucking life.”

  “Dude, I agree,” said Adam, “this is incredible.” He stroked her hair. “Please tell me you like this, sweetheart. Please say you love it. Because I want to do it every day now.”

  “I love it, Sir,” she whispered.

  “Can we switch?” asked Travis.

  He pulled out, changed his condom, and then they helped her change places so she was on top of Travis and Adam had filled her ass with first more lube, then his dick. They moved faster now, and a bit rougher, but Loreen didn’t mind. She couldn’t get enough of this. It was beyond anything her mind had been able to conjure up. It was so raw and dirty, but at the same time, she’d never felt closer to anyone in her entire life.

  They switched again, and tears rolled down her cheeks as she rested her head against Adam’s chest and just enjoyed them both. Her pussy was so sore, and now her ass hurt inside and out, but she was not about to stop them. She never wanted to leave this basement. And she’d be hard-pressed to look at a pool table or a bar lamp again without thinking of this day.

  When they each came, their cries of pleasure echoed hers, and then they finally stopped. They helped her take off the collar and cuffs, then took turns holding her in their arms, stroking her hair and back. All three were damp with sweat, and Loreen pictured them taking a shower together.

  These two had totally worn her out and given her more than her heart’s desire already, but she wanted more. She wanted all of them—mind, body, and soul. She had no idea what would happen after today, but right now she didn’t care. She had them now, right here in her arms, and she wasn’t going to let them go.

  Chapter Twelve

  Monday morning, they took Loreen back to her condo so she could gather enough clothes and personal items to spend several days with them. The three then took a long shower together at Travis’s condo, during which the men took turns lathering Loreen’s body with shower gel, and she took turns washing each of them as well.

  By the time they were done, all three fell asleep on Travis’s bed and didn’t wake until after noon. Loreen felt drunk the rest of the day, her emotions alternating between lust and satiety. Everything was sore, but she didn’t care. She’d never had sex like the previous night in her life, and she’d never imagined BDSM play would be so fulfilling, not only physically, but mentally.

  She felt freer than she ever had before. And the more she learned about what they wanted from a sub, the more she wanted to do for them. It was as if the act of serving them completed her in a way that her nursing career had never done. She didn’t feel oppressed or used—completely the opposite. The more she gave them, the more they made her feel cherished and protected.

  On Tuesday when they asked her what she’d like to do that day, she reminded them that they’d mentioned seeing Maddox’s club. “I’d love to do that.”

  Adam made a phone call, and later that afternoon they drove past the wrought iron gates and then down Maddox’s sweeping driveway. He greeted them at the door, and although Loreen knew who he was, she’d never actually been introduced to him. Sean was there as well, and Loreen knew him because the cops were in the ER all the time. She’d also met Julie before as she was often called in to see a patient.

  The six of them walked through the club while Loreen asked questions about the equipment, and details of what went on there. “How do you deal with it? I mean, you see your neighbors and friends naked and playing. Doesn’t it get awkward when you see them in town again?”

  “I guess we’re used to it,” said Maddox. “And what you also need to remember is when people are playing, a Dom is focused only on his sub. Or, at least, he or she should be. And a sub is focused only on his or her Dom, if the Dom is doing it right.”

  Julie touched Loreen’s arm. “When I first came to this club it was over two years ago to attend Alexa’s birthday party. I’d never been inside one before, but I was instantly drawn to the energy in here. And what Maddox said is true whether you play in public or in private. You only hear their voices, nothing else. Everything else that goes on inside this space doesn’t exist for me when I’m with them.”

  Loreen could actually feel the emotion and love pouring from Julie for Sean and Maddox. And the way they gazed at her melted Loreen’s heart. Would Adam and Travis look at her like that one day?

  She shook away those thoughts. This wasn’t a love story. She had to remember that. But what Julie said made perfect sense to her now. “Thank you for sharing that. The thought of playing here is very intriguing.”

  Travis moved closer and softly rubbed her upper back. “And it’s also nothing you have to decide right now. We only wanted you to see it.”

  “Thank you.” She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to address him and Adam as ‘Sir’ in public, and made a mental note to ask them about that later.

  Once they left and headed for Gino’s Ristoranti, where they’d promised earlier to take her after touring the club, she asked what she should call them in pubic.

  “In front of someone like Maddox or Sean it’s fine to address us as ‘Sir,’” said Adam, “But when we’re in a place where it’s likely there will be people not in the lifestyle, simply call us by our names.”

  She nodded. “That makes sense. One more question, Sir. Do you two prefer we play at the club rather than in one your homes?”

  “It makes no difference to me,” said Travis, leaning across the seat from behind. “We just want you to experience everything you’ve ever fantasized about. But if you never reach the point where you’re comfortable playing in there, that’s all right.”

  “Same here,” said Adam, giving her a smile. “I mean that. This relationship is what all three of us say it is, Loreen. There are no rules except to keep it safe, sane, and consensual.”

  “But don’t you two have fantasies about what you want a sub to be, what you want her to do, how she should act, what she should wear? All that stuff?”

  Both men laughed, but they weren’t derisive laughs. Travis stroked her hair. “Those are legit questions, but my answer might surprise you. I’ve always envisioned a sub as a woman I can experiment with. Someone who is open to new experiences and sensations. Like having sex on a pool table.”

  She laughed.

  “Seriously. That’s the kind of stuff I fantasize about. Not when she kneels, or whether she remembers to address me in a certain way. I want to protect her and help her become the woman she sees in herself, not the woman I think she should be.”

  Loreen stared at him, realizing that in all the years she’d known Travis, she’d never really looked beneath the mask he showed to the world. She was seeing the real man under the surface for the first time. “That’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard any man say.”

  They pulled into the parking lot of Gino’s, and Loreen was momentarily distracted by the heavenly aroma of olive oil and marinara sauce. Adam turned off the engine and faced her. “Do
you want to hear my answer as well?”

  She smiled and caressed his arm as shivers ran up and down her spine. “Of course, Sir.”

  “I want to cherish and protect someone. I also want to help her reach any goals she might have. But I like being addressed as ‘Sir,’ and I like a bit of structure and protocol in place.”

  “That’s fine, too. In fact, the thought of that excites me. You two are different in your approaches but both of them make me tingle all over.”

  “Whew!” said Travis, wiping a hand across his forehead. “Thank goodness for that. I thought I was out for a second there.”

  She knew he was teasing, but wondered how much truth was behind the joke. She turned to face him. “Not even close. I want you both. You’re stuck with me.”

  “Then we’re both the luckiest men on the planet.”

  She stared into Travis’s eyes for a few seconds, then turned her gaze toward Adam. “Will you tell me what protocols you’d like to set up for me? I want to do that. I want to give you both everything you desire.”

  Adam brushed a finger along her face. “Loreen, where have you been hiding this all these years?”

  “I think I was waiting for one of you to ask me out.”

  “Then we’re both idiots for not doing so before now.”

  She shook her head. “No. Please don’t say that. The timing wasn’t right, but it is now. We’re here. Let’s enjoy it.” She was in deep shit here. It would be so damn easy to lose her heart. But is that what they wanted? Could it really happen? Would she ever have what Julie had with Maddox and Sean, what Alexa had with Chase and Luke, or what Ava had with Gary and Jake? Was that possible for someone like her? Was it possible that Adam and Travis could share a sub and love her as well?

  During dinner, Adam explained that he’d like her to kneel every morning and offer her submission to him. When she agreed without hesitation, Travis asked if that was fair she only do it for one of them, and for a few moments Loreen was afraid they were going to face off about the issue. How in the hell did alpha cops like Sean make this work? Maybe she should have taken Julie aside and asked her those kinds of questions instead of asking how she handled being in the same room naked with friends and neighbors?

  “Please,” she said, grabbing each of their hands. “Please don’t do this. I’ll kneel before both of you if that will make you stop fighting about it. I don’t mind. I love the idea of doing that.”

  They both looked embarrassed. Travis spoke first. “It’s always going to be this way, you know. We’re going to be jealous of each other even when we try not to be.”

  “Then what do we do about that? How do the other Doms in triads handle it?”

  Adam shrugged. “They just do. Their common goal is to make their sub happy.”

  “Is that possible? Do you both want that, or are we merely kidding ourselves here that this can work?”

  She had no idea why those words had such a profound effect on both men, but she watched in fascination as a subtle change came over each of their faces. Their emotions went from embarrassment to shame, and then to resignation, and finally contentment. She dared to allow hope to build once more that she could have what other subs in Racy had.

  Adam squeezed her hand. “Yes, it’s possible. Because I’m not going to ask you to choose.”

  “Me either,” said Travis.

  “Good. Because I can’t. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. I could no sooner give one of you up now, after everything we’ve shared, than I could cut off an arm voluntarily. So let me do this for you. Please.” She glanced around quickly, but no one was paying attention to them. “If Adam needs more structure and protocol, let me do those things for both of you if that will help. If Travis doesn’t want or need me to do something specific, then let me do it only for Adam. And vice versa.”

  She swore she heard the idea rolling around in their brains, so she continued. “We’re all different. It makes sense that there will be things about my relationship with one of you that won’t apply to my relationship with the other one. But it doesn’t mean I don’t respect you both equally. It doesn’t mean I don’t consider you both my Doms.”

  Travis nodded slowly. “I never looked at it that way before, but you’re right. What I need as a Dom and what Adam needs as one are different things. It’s not realistic that you should follow the exact same protocol for both of us.”

  “I can live with that,” said Adam. “Because I want to make this work. I never in a million years thought I’d even want something like this, but now that we’ve both made love to you at the same time, and topped you in play together, I can’t imagine going it alone. I want this. I like it. I like it a lot.”

  “Same here,” said Travis. “It’s exciting, and different, and it enhances everything having Adam there. I want to make this work.”

  She smiled until her face ached. “Then all we have to do is allow it to happen. Thank you. Thank you so much, both of you. My two Sirs.”

  * * * *

  During the remainder of the week, Loreen felt like she was living in a fairy tale. They split their time between Adam and Travis’s condo, and by Thursday night joked that they’d need to find a house where they could all live together, and it had to have a basement. They drew plans on legal pads for a dungeon, complete with a pool table and Travis’s desert bar lamp hanging over it, and laughed at some of the silly things for their dream house that they included.

  Travis wanted a walk-out basement with a patio where they could hide a hot tub and a large mattress. He said they could build a twelve-foot brick wall around it so they’d have total privacy. Loreen loved the idea, but Adam had scoffed, asking why they couldn’t simply build a room with a hot tub and a bed inside it, and put in a wall of windows that opened instead? Travis had argued that having windows open wasn’t the same thing as fucking outside, and Loreen had laughed until her sides ached.

  By the time Friday night came, she and Adam were both due back at work the next morning, but she didn’t want to return. The week had gone by too quickly, but at the same time she felt as though she’d lived a lifetime during it. Everything had changed. Everything. And she didn’t want to return to reality. She only wanted to stay in this fantasy world with Adam and Travis for the rest of her life.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Adam found it difficult to concentrate at work Saturday morning. The usual patients had come in the night before, banged up from doing stupid shit like riding their ATVs while drunk or driving while high. Thankfully no one was seriously injured, and he fell back into his routine like he’d never left. But he kept watching for Loreen, catching her eye when he could to smile at her.

  She’d smile back each time, and he realized that people were bound to notice. But Adam didn’t give a shit. He’d stand in the middle of the ER and shout it as loudly as possible, if that’s what she wanted. And to hell with what anyone thought.

  He’d never believed this would be possible. Never. But now he knew they could make it work. He wanted what Maddox, Sean had, and the others had. There were fourteen triads in Racy right now and he knew each of the Doms in them. They all told the same stories of how it had been difficult at first, but by communicating with each other, they’d worked through it.

  That didn’t mean they never got jealous. Far from it. But they overcame it each time by remembering why they entered into the relationship in the first place, and by talking through their feelings with one another.

  And in those triads there were Doms who hadn’t been friends first. Sean and Maddox were a perfect example. They had a rocky past but had been able to move beyond that to make Julie happy.

  He and Travis had an advantage in that they’d worked so closely together in Iraq, and did so now. Even though they were four years apart in age so they hadn’t been friends in school like Sean and Maddox had been, they were friends now. They also respected each other. Adam knew he could do this, for Travis’s sake as much for Loreen’s.

  He
felt like a kid in high school again, crushing on a pretty girl. The emotions were that raw and close to the surface. And the sex was out of this world. He felt young and alive, and he hadn’t been in that frame of mind for years. Not since Lissa’s death.

  The anniversary of it was coming up the following week. He wasn’t sure if Loreen knew the exact date, but Travis did. He had mentioned it this morning while Loreen was taking a shower, and asked if Travis thought they should let her know. Travis hadn’t been sure, but said he’d think about it.

  Adam felt it was important for him and Loreen both to acknowledge the tragedies in their past. He knew Pete’s death had been in September, so they’d have to deal with that anniversary as well in a few months.

  As the day wore on and he watched Loreen work, he realized how skilled she was in her profession, and how easily she smiled at others and always had a kind word for them. If she could do this at work, having gone through what she had when Pete was killed, he should be able to do the same thing.

  For years he’d closed himself off to those around him. His surgical skills were top notch and he knew that, but the way he spoke to people came across as cold and clinical. That was something he could work on. He felt he owed it to both Loreen and Travis to do so. Because when people realized the three of them were together, as Adam knew they eventually would, he didn’t want them asking how someone like Loreen could be with him.

  Adam shook his head more than once that day as he realized he was falling in love with her. He’d never believed it would happen again. But how could he not do so? She was everything he’d ever wanted and more. Having Travis in the picture only made things better, not worse. He was a lucky man. And he didn’t want to blow this.

  * * * *

  Travis brought food to the ER on Sunday for Adam and Loreen, and the three ate together at one of the picnic tables in the back, behind the employee entrance. He was on call this weekend, but unless something happened that Adam or one of the ER docs couldn’t handle without help, he didn’t need to come in. But he was lonely without them, so he’d texted each Sunday morning about an hour after they left, and told them he was bringing lunch.