STORY EXCERPT
“Why do you keep doing that?” she asked,
looking over her shoulder at Pherson. He kept grabbing her wrist and
holding his fingers over her pulse. It was annoying and Jean wanted him
to stop doing it.
“I’m checking your pulse rate,” he replied. “It is beating too fast and I want to keep an eye on it.”
“There are more interesting places to take
my pulse,” she told him, lolling her head back. She pushed against him
and tried to rub her ass against the middle of his thighs, but when she
did, she moved her foot and pain shot through her ankle and up her leg.
“Ow,” she cried. “That really hurt.”
“Try to be still, lass,” Logan said. “We are just about to touchdown.”
“I hate pain,” she told them, and it was
true. She had always been a sook when it came to hurting herself. She
had a really low pain tolerance and wasn’t afraid to admit it.
The helicopter landed with a small bump
and the sliding door was pulled open by a man wearing scrubs. He had a
gurney behind him and two more scrub-wearing men waiting for her.
“Don’t move her,” Logan said. “I’ll lift her onto the gurney.”
“Whatever, man,” the scrub-wearing guy said. “Make it quick. It’s freezing up here.”
Jean braced herself as Logan scooped her
up into his arms. He carefully backed out of the helicopter and walked
towards the gurney. The wind from the blades whipped her hair around and
the cold hit her face. She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung
to his warm body.
“I suppose this is goodbye, then,” she
said. Jean was sure that they wouldn’t come into the hospital with her
no matter how much she wanted them to. They had jobs and lives and
probably had girlfriends, too.
“You can’t get rid of us that easy,” he said, smiling down at her. Jean felt her heart race more and she almost felt giddy.
Pherson jumped down from the helicopter
and slide the door shut behind him. Once Logan had her placed on the
gurney, she untangled her arms and they raced away from the chopper and
its blades.
When they burst through the hospital
doors, she was surrounded by warmth and the smells of the clean
hospital. She had always hated hospitals. The smell reminded her of
sickness and death.
It wasn’t a nice thing to feel and she
always felt guilty. Doctors and nurses tried hard to save people and
make them better, and she knew things would be much worse without them,
but there was something about the whole place that made her want to
leave as soon as she entered.
Maybe it was some childhood experience
that she didn’t remember, or maybe she just hated hospitals the way
people hated crowds, no real valid reason, they just did.
They quickly went down a corridor and into
an elevator before entering another corridor and followed it through a
maze of other corridors. When they finally reached emergency, the gurney
was pushed into an empty bay and the three men turned and left.
Jean looked up at Logan and Pherson
standing by the bed. She wanted to say something, but words weren’t
connecting with her brain any longer. She was fatigued and in pain and
nearly past the point of holding it all together. She wanted to ball,
but not in front of her two rescuers.
“The doctor will be here soon, sweetheart,” Logan said, and all she could do was nod.
As if on cue, a young female doctor walked
into the bay and pulled the curtain closed behind her. Jean watched as
she looked at her file and then over at Logan and Pherson.
“Which one of you filled out the paperwork?” she asked.
“I did,” Logan replied.
“You haven’t written her name or age or
anything,” she snapped. Jean wanted to snap at her to leave her men
alone, but when she tried, nothing came out.
“I don’t know her name,” he replied cordially. “She wouldn’t tell me. All the important info is there.”
“Fine,” she said. “You may leave.”
The doctor dismissed them and Jean felt a
moment of panic. She didn’t want them to go anywhere, she was sure she
still needed them. She just couldn’t think for what.
“We go nowhere,” Pherson said. His voice was low and dangerous and it made Jean happy. Take that, doctor bitch, she thought.
The woman looked at them, but didn’t argue
as she went about her business. She looked at Jean’s ankle and started
to gently undo the bandage. Jean sucked in a breath as pain shot through
her leg.
“You’re hurting her,” Pherson snapped. “Be careful.”
“I’m sorry,” the doctor replied. “I am
being as gentle as I can, but there is no real way to inspect the injury
without touching her. I will give her some more pain relief.”
Jean wanted to argue. She was doped up
enough. The doctor gave her another injection and she mumbled in
protest. She didn’t like the sick feeling the drug gave her and hated
not being in control of her body.
She felt her eyes drifting shut as the
drugs took effect. She knew she had to tell them something, and it was
on the tip of her tongue. She was having such trouble keeping her
thoughts together and then it hit her.
“Jean,” she said. “My name is Jean.” And she was out.
ADULT EXCERPT
Pherson pulled and tugged on Jean’s
nipples and ground his hard length against her back. She was such a
passionate little thing and so responsive to their touch.
Logan was kissing her with a passion he
had never seen coming from his older brother. He drank from Jean’s lips
like a man possessed, dominating and using her lips for their mutual
pleasure.
Pherson stripped the rest of the shirt
from her body, leaving her in her panties. She had been unable to put on
pants because of her cast, which only made his job easier when trying
to get her naked. Her cast was going to be a challenge. The brothers
didn’t want to hurt her by bumping her broken ankle.
Pherson grabbed the side of her flimsy
little panties and ripped them from her body, drawing a sharp breath
from her and causing her to break the kiss with Logan.
“What? Err…” she stammered. “Oh, I…Pherson!”
He didn’t reply to her outraged
spluttering and gently scooped her up into his arm, carrying her to the
bed. Laying her down, he stood back to admire her naked form. The cast
made him growl deep in his throat. He hated to see her injured and
wanted to take away her pain.
“Did you just growl?” Jean asked, trying
to cover her naked body with her hands. He reached down and snatched her
hands away from her body.
“Don’t hide yourself from us, hen,” he told her. “You are beautiful and we want to see all of you.”
“He does that,” Logan added. “You’ll get used to it.”
Pherson gently pulled her legs apart,
moving her cast leg aside with care and exposing her sex to their gaze.
Her pink lips were covered in her juices and her clit shone as it peaked
out from its hood. She had very little hair, just a small reddish brown
landing strip, and Pherson felt himself growling once more. Only this
time it wasn’t in anger, but with lust.
Pherson felt his control slipping with his
woman laid out like a sexual buffet before him. He pulled the clothes
from his body and saw his brother doing the same beside him.
“Fuck, hen,” he said, falling onto the bed
between her legs. “You are so sexy. I can’t wait to taste you.” His
face was inched from her pussy and he sucked in a deep breath, taking
her scent into his lungs. She smelt sweet and musky, and uniquely Jean.
Pherson watched as a now very naked Logan
slipped onto the bed beside Jean and she looked over his form. Her eyes
lingered on his hard cock and he smiled as her mouth fell open.
“Like what you see, lass?” Logan asked
her. Pherson saw her gulp, her eyes darting back and forth between
Logan’s face and then back to his firm length.
“I…um…it’s huge,” she said, causing them both to chuckle. They were both stupidly proud of the size of their large cocks.
“Don’t worry,” Pherson said. “We were made for you. It’ll fit.”
If she was confused by his comment, she didn’t say, just continued to stare at Logan in fascination.
Pherson had been patient long enough.
Dipping his head, Pherson swiped his tongue from the bottom of her slit
to the tip, circling her clit and making her jump.
“Sweet heavens,” she cried. “Don’t stop.”
Pherson dived in, sucking her dewy pearl into his mouth and running the flat of his tongue over it again and again.
Logan moved forward and took her mouth
once more. He cupped her mounds, playing with her nipples while Pherson
paid homage to her sweet pussy. Jean withered and moaned beneath them
and Pherson knew she was close to orgasm.
He wanted to give that to her. He wanted
to be the man that drove her mad with desire and need. He wanted her to
depend on them for her needs, sexual and otherwise, and crave only what
they could give her.
“Oh god, yes, oh yes, right there.”
Jean was so close, Pherson decided he
wouldn’t make her wait. He thrust his finger into her wet and waiting
channel and bit down gently on her swollen clit at the same time. Jean
screamed her release, her high-pitched wail piecing his ear drums as her
first orgasm with them swept through her body.
Pherson felt her channel squeeze and pulse
against his fingers. She lifted her hips up and rode out her release as
he gently thrust into her. She was amazingly responsive to their touch
and Pherson wanted to be the one to please her always.
“Beautiful,” Logan said, sucking her nipple into his mouth.
“That was amazing,” Jean said.
“It’s not over yet, hen,” Pherson told her.
Logan shifted back to make room for
Pherson as he moved up her body to loom over her smaller form and settle
between her creamy thighs.
