Page 19 of My Three Hometown Firefighters (Aspen Springs #2)
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Sienna
I wake to the smell of amber and leather and strong arms wrapped around me. I blink my eyes a few times, trying to process where I am.
The first thing I see is Grayson’s face, and it’s right there. He has me cradled in his arms, and we’re moving toward a house I don’t recognize.
I wiggle in his hold, but for once, I don’t demand he put me down. I feel so weak right now. I don’t even know how far I’d be able to make it on my own.
He walks up the steps and onto the porch. The front door swings open, and Warren’s worried face appears.
Grayson carries me through the door and into the living room, where he sets me down on the couch.
My eyes dart around the unfamiliar space. I sit up a little straighter. “Wait. Where are we?”
“My house,” Warren says, crouching down in front of me. “How are you doing?”
“I still feel like crap, but at least I have meds to take now.” He cups my cheek, swiping his thumb over my cheekbone. “Why am I here?”
“You’re going to stay here until you get better.” His finger moves to cover my mouth when I start to protest. “Don’t do that, please. Just let us take care of you.”
It feels like acid burning through my body to give in, but I have to admit it’s kind of nice to have them taking care of me. I give him a small nod.
“Good. Let’s get you to bed,” he says.
I move to stand, but he sweeps me into his arms. “You know I can walk,” I mumble.
“Maybe I just want to touch you,” he whispers into my ear.
I rest my head against his shoulder as he carries me up the stairs. He walks into a simple bedroom with a gorgeous king-sized bed with black bedding. The headboard is a beautiful wooden design that looks homemade.
Warren sets me down on the edge of the bed. “Do you want to stay in these clothes?”
I look down at the raggedy sweats I’m currently wearing. I can’t believe I went out in public like this. I can’t believe they saw me like this.
I honestly feel pretty gross in these clothes after sweating in them for however many hours now with this fever. I don’t have any more clothes, though, so it will have to do for now until I can get them to take me back home tomorrow.
Warren must sense my train of thought. “You can wear something of mine if you want.”
I croak out a laugh because I don’t know how that’s going to work. He’s a million times bigger than me.
He rummages through a few of his drawers and comes back with a gray sweatshirt and a pair of boxers in hand. He helps me take all my own clothes off. Then, he gently eases his own clothes on me.
The boxers need to be rolled several times, but they surprisingly stay on my hips. He also rolls up the sleeves of the sweatshirt, kissing each of my hands when he’s done.
Grayson walks in with a glass of water and a small bowl full of pills I need to take. I don’t even question him, swallowing them all down in one go.
Grayson helps me lie down against the pillows while Warren pulls the blankets over me. I don’t know if it’s because I’m so sick and anywhere would feel like heaven, but Warren’s bed feels like a cloud that’s giving me a bear hug.
“Do you want another blanket?” Warren asks.
I shake my head. My eyes are already starting to close. I feel both of them kiss my temple before I drift off to sleep.
I pry my eyes open and swallow, which is a massive mistake. I whimper, my dry, aching throat screaming at me.
The bed shifts, and suddenly, Warren is looming over me. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
I point to my throat.
“I’ll go make you some tea with honey, and we’ll get you more of your meds.”
“We?” I ask.
“Tucker and Grayson.”
My eyes widen. “They slept here, too?”
“Grayson’s in the guest room, and Tucker is on the couch.”
I swallow again, cringing. “They didn’t need to do that. You didn’t need to do this.”
“No, we didn’t, but none of us would be anywhere else right now. I couldn’t have made either of them go home last night if I threatened them with a shotgun.” He moves off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”
He walks back in a few minutes later with a steaming cup in his hand. The other two men follow him into the room.
I move to sit up against the headboard, so Warren can hand me the cup. “Thank you,” I whisper. The first sip burns, but after a few more, it doesn’t hurt as much.
Grayson sets my meds and some water on the nightstand. “How are you feeling?”
My mind catalogues how I feel right now. “I don’t think my fever is as high, so that helps. My throat is still killing me, though.”
“The antibiotics should help soon,” he says.
Tucker sets a duffle bag I recognize on the foot of the bed. “I went back to your place last night and grabbed some stuff I thought you might need.”
“Thank you,” I tell him.
“You can thank me later by explaining everything that’s in your bedside table,” he says with a wink.
I blush. At least this time it’s because of something other than my fever.
“I wasn’t even trying to be nosy. I was just trying to find these,” he says, holding up my pack of birth control pills. “I knew you’d want to have them.”
True.
“What was in the drawer?” Grayson asks.
“Toys… lots of toys,” Tucker says with a gleam in his eyes. “I think Little Miss ‘I Don’t Think I Like Sex’ has been holding out on us. She might not have enjoyed sex with partners a lot of the time, but our girl has had a lot of fun by herself.”
My teeth grind together as I glare at him.
He holds up both of his hands in front of his stupid, handsome face. I want to rip his damn mustache right off his face right now.
Okay, no. I actually don’t want to do that. His mustache is surprisingly very handsome.
“Don’t look at me like that, Sunshine. You’re the one with all the supersized dildos and butt plugs.”
Reaching beside me, I grab one of the pillows and chuck it at him.
“Anal?” Grayson and Warren ask in unison.
Yes… Fuck. I like anal. I’ve always been too scared to do it with anyone else, but in the confines of my bedroom, I love it.
“Dammit. I can’t get hard right now,” Grayson growls. “Take your meds so you can get better.”
Tucker busts out laughing. “Because he suddenly can’t think of anything besides fucking your ass.”
“Shut your mouth,” Grayson barks.
“Are you going to lie through your teeth and say you aren’t thinking about fucking her perfect ass right now?” Tucker taunts.
“We’re all thinking about her ass now,” Warren groans. He steps around Grayson, handing me my meds.
I take them. It doesn’t hurt as much as last night.
Warren shows me how to work the remote, so I can watch a movie on the television mounted on the opposite wall.
Grayson leans down, kissing my cheek. “I wasn’t lying about wanting to fuck you. I don’t think that feeling is ever going to go away, but I’m glad you’re feeling a little better. You scared the shit out of me last night.”
“Me too,” Tucker says, crawling up onto the bed beside me. He wraps his arm around my shoulders, so I lean into him. I wiggle down until my head is resting against his chest.
The next twenty-four hours pass in a blur of movies, snuggles, and medicine.
The guys take turns lying with me in Warren’s bed. One of them is always at my side. They bring me snacks and drinks, so the only thing I have to get up to do is use the bathroom.
This is the second morning I’ve woken up in Warren’s bed, and I can’t say I’m mad about it. It wasn’t just the sickness talking. His bed is magical.
I roll over, realizing that for the first time since I got here, the rest of the bed is empty. I stretch out my arms and legs. I feel stiff, and my throat still hurts a bit. I feel human again, though.
Peeling the covers off, I walk into the en suite bathroom. I probably smell gross by now, and I turn on the shower.
The warm water is pure bliss cascading over my skin. I stand there for longer than I probably should, letting the water soothe my muscles.
When I open Warren’s body wash, I’m surrounded by the feeling of comfort as the scent of pine surrounds me. I guess I know why he always smells like going on a hike through a forest on a breezy summer day.
I rest my head against the shower wall. These men are weaseling their way into my brain, and right now, I don’t really know how I feel about it.