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Eden

Kisses are medicine.

But orgasms are more effective.

Not even glancing our way, Dom grabs the front of Beau’s shirt and slowly pushes him back a step, his face set with strained patience.

“Stop. Hovering.”

“Stop acting like you weren’t shot. Twice!”

“ Beaumont ,” Dom says warningly.

“ Dominic ,” Beau mimics in the same tone.

Despite my sudden, fluttering nerves, my smile widens, the warm ache in my chest deepening. It reminds me of the first day I met them.

They’re finally back in rhythm again.

Dom looks better than he did this morning, with more color in his face. He has a heavy bandage around his upper arm on his left side, and bruises crawl out of the neck of his T-shirt, but he’s moving on his own.

Beau has a few nicks and bruises on his face, but not many more than I have.

“A- hem .” Lucky mock coughs behind me, and I whip a glare at him.

His grin is impossibly cheeky, his dimples shining like stars, but my sudden nerves are storming me. This outfit is absurd! Beau leading me through a role play is one thing, but me volunteering one?

“Oh, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” Beau drawls from the door in pure shock, and I wince, feeling the heat racing into my cheeks.

Hesitantly, I look back.

Dom slowly steps into the room, making way for Beau, his dark brows climbing higher the longer he looks at me. A reluctantly impressed smile begins working its way across his face, already wider than I’ve ever seen from him. He shoots a sideways glance at Beau.

Who is staring at me like he might drop to his knees.

A rude hand at my back shoves me forward, and I stagger a step before I stop, blushing. The metal ball inside my plug clatters heavily inside of me a moment later, and my ass clenches hard.

Damn it, Lucky!

I don’t know how to do this!

And to do it in front of Dom? And Jasper ?

But... I’m pretty sure Beau’s hands are shaking.

Oh, hell.

Okay.

I wipe my sweaty hands on the front of my dress—only I run out of dress before they’re dry.

Nurse. I’m a nurse.

“Oh, um, hi . . . Doctor Bennett. It’s so good to . . . to see you.”

So natural. Perfect. Wonderful.

End me.

“I see you’ve brought our...” I gesture helplessly at Dom, who crosses his arms stiffly over his chest, his brow quirking in an amused question that makes me want to melt away, and I finish in a mumble, “Our... patient?”

Lucky turns away, muffling his laughter with zero success, and I cringe, my face flaming.

But I’ve come this far, I suppose . . .

I gesture behind me at Jasper and accidently whack him in the chest.

“Sorry,” I mouth, and he gives me a wry, sympathetic look before I turn back.

Beau is approaching me slowly, his stunned mouth still hanging open.

I clear my throat. “I just finished up with these two. Mr. Douglas here was wonderful, but that one needs a brain biopsy,” I growl, glancing at Lucky, who is rolling against the wall, choking on his giggles. “Given I’m concerned he was born without one.”

Dom snorts.

“You know, she might be on to something there, doc,” he says dryly. But then he looks at Jasper, searching. “You organized this?”

Jasper spreads his hands. “The brainless patient and I assisted. It was nothing. Your nurse is fed, thoroughly prepped, and comfortable with her current list and the prospect of the scene, her delightful embarrassment aside. You’re welcome to use my room and my tools, though I’d ask that you clean them after.

I believe you showed interest in my medical chair, Beaumont? Yes? Good. Eden, safeword?”

Beau sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes widening further, darting between me and Jasper and the hidden door to his private rooms.

“Bristlebrook,” I say, though I’m reeling a little at the peremptory handover.

Like he’s my babysitter and my parents just arrived home.

Jasper nods, and there’s a twinkle in his eye too as he looks down at me. “Have fun, little nurse.” He looks over at Lucky. “You. Shower. Now.”

Lucky’s snickers cut off, and he grins. “Bye.. . Nurse Anderson.”

He bails for the shower, and Jasper gives us one last amused look before he follows him in.

When the door closes behind them, I look back at Beau nervously.

Only to find him very, very close.

My gaze travels from his chest all the way up to his face. His gaze is hot and appreciative and mostly lingering on my breasts, which are shoved so high out of the cleavage of this dress they ought to qualify for space training.

His fingers play with the straps on my garter, brushing against my thigh.

“Why, hello , there, nurse,” he says slowly, those woodland eyes glowing with growing delight. His accent is thicker than usual. “You know, I had wondered where you’d run off to. I had to bring our patient upstairs all by myself, and he... well, he has not been very agreeable.”

The heat in my cheeks changes, slipping into something delicious at the thick, rampant lust in his voice. I glance over at Dom in time to see him give Beau an overly patient look.

“Or your patient is perfectly fucking fine. I have painkillers. Nothing’s broken?—”

“Your arm was ripped open by a bullet?—”

“Which hit nothing important?—”

“Except your arm?—”

“And it’s sewed up all nice and pretty. I’ll live, doctor .”

Beau sighs, and his fingers slip higher up my thigh, under my dress.

His eyes caress me. “As you can see, nurse, we’re in need of someone a little sweeter to help bring our patient around.” His fingers brush against my panties. “You can be sweet, can’t you?”

My breath catches, and I lean into him, staring at his mouth before I remember the game. His fingertips stroke lasciviously over the lace at my pussy.

I swallow. “I... I can try, Doctor Bennett.” I catch his wrist, living for the feral gleam in his eyes when I call him that. It’s enough to remember how much fun I had playing with him last time. “But we’ll... we’ll remain professional, won’t we?”

His hand falls away from my panties to chuck me lightly under the chin.

“Of course, little nurse. This is a very professional environment.” Beau’s lips tuck up in a patronizing smile. “We do everything possible to make our patients comfortable. Speaking of... you should fetch him. Bring him to my office.”

Unable to contain his eagerness, Beau hurries over to Jasper’s hidden door, peering into the room curiously before he ducks inside.

Slowly, I turn to Dom, my fingers knotting together.

He’s parked his ass against the back of Jasper’s couch, leaning against it as he watches me patiently. Those hot, golden eyes are molten with interest—and curiosity.

He’s waiting to see what I’ll do.

Damn it, what do I do? Beau makes the role I take with him extremely easy.

In our scene the other night, Dom also made my role extremely easy—but that was predicated on my complete submission to him. His rules . How does this work when my role is to... handle him?

Well, I guess I’m breaking rule number four.

“I... will you come with me, sir?” I ask tentatively, begging with my eyes for him to help me here.

It only makes the amusement in the heavy lines of his face grow, and I bite my lip.

“Please? The... Doctor Bennett would really like to see you get well.” Shifting, I add more seriously, “We both would.”

Dom considers me softly for a long moment, and then he takes a deep breath, nodding to himself like he’s having a moment, too.

When he looks back up at me, it’s with a challenging, raised brow... and such a dry, self-deprecating smile that I find my own lips curving up, too.

“Come here, pe—” He rolls his eyes skyward. “ Nurse .”

I bite my lip against a grin at his struggle.

It makes me feel better about my own... and I find myself more than a little charmed that he’d go along with this for Beau’s sake.

Dom’s eyes meet mine again, and the heat creeps back in. “This patient is going to need some incentive to go along with Doctor Bennett today.”

I press a hand against the excited flutters in my stomach, ducking my head demurely to hide the smile I can’t stop now.

“Yes, sir.”

I walk up to him slowly, and when I get close enough, Dom sits on top of the couch, and parts his heavy legs, creating a deep nook for me to traverse into. He gestures sharply for me to step between his thighs.

I can see the heavy jut of his cock, demanding freedom.

Dampening my lips, I glance up at him through my lashes. “I’m not sure that’s appropriate, sir.”

“Your call, nurse ,” he replies dryly. “But I’m not going anywhere until you let me taste your fucking lips. Call it medicine.”

My pulse leaps, shocked and thrilled.

So this is how he’s playing it—how he controls me within the bounds of Beau’s game. It reminds me, suddenly, of the riverbank, of his crude orders against Beau’s gentle indulgence.

Good top, bad top.

A push and pull between all three of us until they box me in exactly how they want me.

I step between his legs, shivering at the size of him, shivering at the feeling of being enclosed in his heavy strength while I’m in this flimsy, cock-hungry outfit for him, trying to play the good girl.

Tentatively, I place my hands lightly on his thick shoulders, conscious of his injuries, and he watches me with heated interest.

The plug in my ass tugs and clatters as I move, the wide, flared base of it pressed against my tight hole, slowly stretching me. Preparing me.

I wonder if it’ll be Dom’s cock in my ass or Beau’s.

Keeping a slight distance between us, I lift up on my toes and brush a soft kiss against his stubbled jaw. I’m about to pull away when he grabs me by my cheeks and turns my face to his.

He looks at me for a long, deliberate moment, like he’s making me feel the correction, before he lowers his mouth to mine. He watches me as he licks inside, tasting me.

Taking his medicine.

Holding me immobile as I whimper, Dom deepens the kiss, still watching me as he claims my mouth.

Then he releases me, and I back up, panting hard.

Dom’s intensity is brutal, delicious and demanding, and as he straightens up off the couch, still intent on me, I swallow.

Submitting to Dom entirely is easier in many ways. The clear rules. The structure.

But this little hunt is luscious in its own way.

One way or another, my sir will take .

Dom nods his roughened chin toward the secret room. “Go on then, little nurse. Don’t tell your doctor what I made you do.”