When I tell you to, you’re going to come…”
“Copeland! Please stop!” I begged.
All three men paused what they were doing, and Fletcher pushed himself up onto his elbow to peer down at me. “Do you really want to stop, Charlee?”
I started to answer, but Linc cut me off, his voice muffled beneath the blanket. “And don’t lie. The taste of your desire is on my tongue and the scent of your need is heavy in the air.”
“It doesn’t matter what I want; we have to stop. A nurse could walk in any minute!” My heart pounded. “How would we explain what’s going on? ‘Oh, Fletcher’s checking the pulse in my neck, Copeland’s testing my reflexes, and Linc is doing mouth-to-muff resuscitation! Nothing to see here!’”
My mates lost it, howling with laughter.
“I’m glad you think it’s funny,” I huffed. “You guys don’t know how annoying it is to be interrupted in the middle of a book, and how frustrating it is to have three sexy mates at my disposal but having to resist.”
“Who says you have to resist?” Copeland purred, dropping his head and sucking my left nipple into his mouth through my silky shirt.
“Yeah, from what Copeland just read, I think you might like the idea that someone could walk in and see us worshiping your body.” Fletcher cupped my right breast and placed soft kisses along my jaw. “Does that excite you?”
“No,” I lied. “Well, I don’t know. It’s not like I’ve been in this situation before.”
Linc began to lap along my slit, each stroke of his tongue hard and slow. I opened my mouth to protest, but it turned to a gasp as he focused his attention on my clit and slipped a finger inside me. With the three men touching, teasing, and turning me on, I didn’t stand a chance.
When Linc’s finger disappeared, a pathetic whimper escaped my throat. His tongue quickly filled me. This time, it felt different. Was it possible for it to be longer and rougher? Who cared what was possible when it felt so incredible having it licking so deep inside me?
“Linc.” His name came out as a moan. Reaching beneath the blanket, I sank my fingers into his hair. “Don’t stop. Please.”
He pressed harder, adding friction and sending me over the edge.
My lips parted, but before I could make a sound, Fletcher caught my mouth and devoured my cry. The mattress shifted as Linc’s mouth disappeared from between my thighs.
“Is everything okay in here?”
I jerked in shock. Why hadn’t I heard the door open?
“We’re fine, but Charlee is feeling exhausted after having company today. She’d like to be left alone for the rest of the evening. We’re all staying, so if there is a problem, we’ll let you know.” Copeland’s voice was polite and professional.
His broad shoulders blocked her from seeing me, but I still didn’t understand how he could sound so unfazed while his fingers slipped between my thighs, stroking me toward a second climax before I’d even caught my breath from the first.
“You can also click the call button on the wall behind?—”
“Out,” Linc snapped, slightly harsher than necessary.
“Yes, sir!” The door shut with a soft click.
I peeked over Copeland’s shoulder, watching Linc stride across the floor and lock the door.
“Do you think she knew what you were doing to me?” How was I going to be able to look the nurse in the face the next time she checked on me?
“Stop panicking, sugar. I was by the window before the door opened,” Linc assured me. A sly grin slid across his face. “I heard her coming before you started coming.”
My face burned, and I dropped back on the pillow with a groan. “I’m just going to go back into a coma and stay there until she retires.”
“Oh no you’re not.” Fletcher rolled me toward him. “You told us you’re bored, and we’re here to entertain you.”
He ran his hand through my hair to the back of my head. Pulling me close, he captured my mouth.
Copeland’s lips brushed my neck, and his hand trailed down my back and over my hip. “Little rabbit, you need to trust us to protect you. The nurse didn’t see anything, so stop overthinking it.”
Linc leaned against the windowsill behind Fletcher. “If she’s able to think, you two aren’t doing your job.”
