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

by Tara Rose

  Next to Panera Bread was a shop called Trendy Threads. It wasn’t open yet, but Loreen, Adam, and Travis cl the front steps of the sweeping Queen Anne reproduction and peered in the windows anyway. Boxes lined the walls, and wrought iron racks were pushed together in the center of two large rooms that looked like they encompassed the entire main floor of the house.

  A light oak counter circled three-quarters around the main room, and the walls were painted with murals of big city life. “Too pretentious,” she said. “Racy won’t like it.”

  “I agree. The new place downtown is more inviting,” said Travis.

  A three-story boutique called Haughty Couture had recently opened across from where Luke’s Bar used to be, but Loreen didn’t realize it also carried men’s clothing. Or had he been in there for some other reason? She raised her brows. “And you know this how?”

  “I actually spend money on new clothes once or twice a year.”

  “I haven’t been in there yet. How are their prices?”

  “More than Wally World, but not as high as this place looks like they will be.”

  The shop next door was open, and Loreen loved it on sight. It was called Age of Aquarius, and it contained an impressive collection of crystals, tarot cards, incense, and other items most people associated with New Age or psychic shops. “Finally,” she said. “I’ll never have to shop online again for any of this.”

  Loreen expected the guys to be bored, but they both shocked the hell out of her when they began discussing some of the uses for various stones, and looking around for oils. They found those near the back, and Loreen breathed in the scents, letting them fill her senses.

  “Which smell is your favorite?” asked Adam, taking the stopper off several sample vials and taking a sniff of each.

  “I’m partial to lavender and vanilla, but I use peppermint oil a lot at home. It’s great for getting rid of headaches, and for intestinal issues.”

  “Can’t believe I’m saying this, but it’s also great for all kinds of inflammatory conditions, internal and external.”

  “Why can’t you believe you’re saying it? Because you’re a doctor and aromatherapy isn’t standard western medicine?”

  Adam gave her a molten look of lust that had her heart fluttering. “Watch it, sub. I have many paddles at home and I know how to use them.”

  She stepped closer and lowered her voice. “That’s what I’m counting on, Sir.”

  Travis made a sound that was suspiciously close to a moan, and grabbed a bottle each of lavender and vanilla oil. “These two together are supposed to be a powerful aphrodisiac. Let’s try them out later.”

  She giggled. “As if I need one around you two.”

  The look in his eyes was so sexy her clit began to throb. “We don’t just want you aroused. We want you so crazy for both of us that there isn’t anything you won’t try.”

  Loreen tried to keep breathing. This was real. These two were going to take her to places she’d never dreamed existed. The long, lonely days of aching need and emptiness were over. It was too much to hope for and take in all at once, but she didn’t care. She embraced it. “I’m already there, Sir,” she whispered.

  Next they visited Racy Lighting, which was more than simply light bulbs and lamps. They offered specialty lights for home and business use, and had a dazzling array of chandeliers and track lighting on display. Travis was quite taken with a large oval light designed to hang over a pool table. It was a Tiffany-style design that featured a desert scene, complete with an oasis consisting of palms trees and a small body of water.

  “Doesn’t this remind you of Iraq?” he asked Adam.

  “Well, part of it, anyway. Not the cities.”

  Travis gave him a droll look. “It would look great in my basement.” He turned his gaze toward Loreen. “I have a pool table down there, and right now the light hanging above it has a beer advertisement on it.”

  “Left over from his college days,” said Adam, grinning.

  “Then I think it’s time you updated it,” she said.

  Travis walked around the light again. “I love the colors. They’re so cool and understated. But I wonder if it gives off enough light to actually see the table and play?”

  “You have other lights down there,” said Adam.

  “True.” Travis circled the light one more time, and then he gave Loreen a wicked grin. “You know, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to make out on a pool table.”

  She couldn’t help but laugh as images danced through her mind. “Oh, really? And would that include using the pool cue and balls?”

  “Duh. Yes.”

  “Can we really do that?”

  “Fuck me sideways,” whispered Adam.

  “I sure hope so,” said Travis, glancing around for a salesperson. “Because I’m buying this light.”

  They walked back to the parking lot next to Panera Bread to put their packages from Racy Lighting and Age of Aquarius in Adam’s car, then walked to Racy Antiques. Pearl Goodman had relocated her shop from Riverfront Drive earlier in the year, and Loreen had been glad to hear the trouble she’d had from shady contractors and a gang of organized thieves was finally over.

  A homeless man named Gerry Homer had been stabbed over that mess, in the alley behind where Luke’s Bar was now located. Loreen hadn’t been working that night but she’d heard about the incident. They didn’t need that kind of trouble in Racy.

  The new shop was much larger than her old one had been, and Pearl smiled warmly when she saw them come in. She’d lived in Racy all her life and knew everyone, and Loreen was glad she now had her long-standing dream of a larger shop.

  There were a lot of customers inside so the three simply browsed on their own, commenting on various pieces. When they left, they went into Harmony Music, and Loreen asked Ava if there was any truth to the rumor that Luke Rodriguez was going to have live music in his bar.

  “Oh, yes. Between Teresa and Gary, they finally talked him into it.”

  “Gary Reed,” said Travis, leaning close. “Do you know him?”

  “Sure. The kids who come into the ER talk about him all the time. He works with the marching band and teaches boys’ health.”

  Ava raised her brows, glancing from Travis to Adam, as if asking a question.

  “It’s okay to talk freely to her,” said Adam. “And I’m sorry. I just realized you two have never officially met. Loreen Newhouse, Ava Harmony. Ava plays the cello and is from Chicago. Loreen is an ER nurse.”

  Ava smiled warmly and shook her hand. “How nice to meet you. Gary is one of my Doms.” She glanced around. “And Jake Malloy is the other one. He’s around here somewhere.”

  “I’ve heard Jake’s name as well. He teaches English, right? The kids all seem to like him.”

  “Yes, they do. Both men have a way with them. And they have a way with Luke as well, apparently. He’s installed new wiring in the bar and is building a stage area, in addition to the new flooring he’s putting in.”

  “We saw that last night,” said Travis.

  “Teresa’s taking voice lessons here from a friend of mine, and Gary is working on putting a band together to back her.”

  “How fun,” said Loreen. She glanced at Adam and Travis. “We’ll have to go when she makes her debut.”

  “Absolutely,” said Adam.

  Travis winked at her. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

  Their last stop was Tye Me Up, next door to Harmony Music. Loreen had passed the shop many times but had never ventured inside. She loved it. Bright, neon colors dotted the walls, a gleaming mahogany counter wrapped around the room, and contemporary music filled the air. She knew Kari Tye and Alexa Monahan by sight only, so she was happy to finally be introduced to them.

  “What can we show you today?” asked Alexa.

  Loreen shrugged. “I have no clue. I’m going to let these two take the reins on this one.”

  “She’s never been to a club,” said Adam. “But I think with her c
oloring maybe royal blue or purple? What do you think? Your coloring is similar. What colors do you like to wear?”

  “Chase and Luke like me best in black or red, actually. So you two tell me what you’d like to see Loreen in, and I’ll lead you in the right direction.”

  Loreen smiled. She loved how Alexa hadn’t asked questions or shot any of them a curious glance. She merely accepted that Loreen was with them, and since Loreen had deferred the decision to them, Alexa had merely asked them what they wanted without making an issue over it.

  She could definitely do this. It wasn’t abusive or controlling at all. Those were two of the words she often heard a Dom/sub relationship described as on the blogs she sometimes read to try and understand the opposing point of view. But they had it all wrong.

  Alexa and Kari were both subs, and neither woman looked oppressed or like the abuse victims she routinely took care of in the ER. They were happy, vibrant women who clearly adored running their thriving business. And they looked healthy and content. Those were the hallmarks of people in loving relationships, not domineering or stressful ones. Loreen couldn’t wait to learn all these two sexy men had to teach her.

  And she’d certainly never had this much fun shopping, even with her friends.

  By the time they left Tye Me Up, Loreen had two new pairs of heels that she’d kill herself walking in, but couldn’t wait to wear in private for Adam and Travis. She also had two corsets, one royal blue with black leather inserts, and the other emerald green with cream-colored inserts, plus matching panties for both.

  Although the guys claimed they owned most of the toys and bondage gear featured in the shop, they’d also bought her a matching collar and cuff set that had intrigued her. It was made of white leather with fake jewels on the collar and cuffs, but what had fascinated her were the gold studs dotting it alongside the faux jewels. “It looks like a cross between a fancy dog collar and something you’d see in a motorcycle movie, only in white instead of black.”

  “And it would look stunning if you wore it with the green corset,” said Adam.

  A thin gold chain attached each cuff to the collar, and another one connected the cuffs. Loreen stretched that one tightly. “This gives a lot of room to spread your arms.”

  “It can be shortened if need be,” said Travis, showing her how to move the hooks around that shortened the chain and then kept it in place at that length.

  “You guys want me to wear these, don’t you?”

  “We wouldn’t complain if you did.”

  Adam leaned closer and nuzzled her neck, apparently unfazed by the amount of people in the shop. “And we’d show our gratitude in a number of ways. Over”—he kissed her neck—“and over”—another soft kiss grazed her skin—“and over again.”

  Loreen had an image of melting into the floor at his feet. “How can I resist temptation like that?”

  “You can’t. You can’t resist either of us.”

  She glanced from Adam to Travis, then back again. “I can’t. You both know that’s true, don’t you?”

  Each man gave her such a tender look that her heart fluttered. It would be too easy to fall for these two, but she couldn’t let that happen. They’d all agreed merely to try this. Not that it would turn into happily-ever-after. They’d been through so much. Both men had seen far more death and destruction than Loreen could even imagine. She had to relax and let this happen at whatever pace it did. And she also had to accept the eventual outcome, even if that meant this would one day end.

  On the way to Oak Street, Travis suggested they go to his condo since Loreen hadn’t seen it yet.

  “You just want to hang up your new light,” said Adam.

  “Yeah. And I want Loreen to see my pool table.”

  They high-fived each across the seats, and Loreen shivered in anticipation of what the remainder of this day might bring. She couldn’t remember when she’d had such an enjoyable Sunday.

  She’d worked nearly every weekend for years now because it was easier than sitting home, dreaming about what might have been. And when she did have a weekend day off, she usually spent it with her sister’s family, which left even her emptier and lonelier by the time she went back home to her own place.

  As wonderful as her relationship with Pete had been in so many ways, he hadn’t enjoyed shopping simply for the sake of doing it. Most men she’d met didn’t. And as much as she hated her thoughts to go there right now, she had to acknowledge that sex, while perfectly satisfying, had never been this incredible with him.

  Guilt washed over her at that thought but she pushed it aside. It was simply a fact, nothing more. And to be fair, having sex with two men was bound to be different and exciting in ways that making love to one man could never be. She wasn’t comparing them individually as lovers. She was merely reflecting on the fact that sex with two men was more intense, and consequently more arousing, than sex with one.

  As they pulled into the driveway of Travis’s condo, Loreen smiled and shook her head. Right. Just keep telling yourself that. She was in deep shit here. These two were like a drug, and she had to have them. There would be no walking away from this one day without some major emotional upheaval and a whole bunch of tears.

  But even as that realization finally hit home, she knew that she was all right with it. She was exactly where she wanted to be. With Travis and Adam, enjoying their company, and anything else they wanted to share with her.

  Chapter Ten

  Travis’s condo was a bit stark for her taste, but she liked the neutral colors and open floor plan. He gave her a quick tour, and then they went into the basement, where she breathed a sigh of relief. This was much better. “It looks so inviting. Like a hometown bar where everyone meets up and just hangs out.”

  “That’s what I was going for.”

  “Do you have a lot of parties down here?”

  “Not so much anymore. I used to, but now it’s mostly parties for someone’s birthday, or when I can drag everyone away from Maddox’s club or one of the homes on Birch Lane or Dogwood Trail.”

  “Oh? Hobnobbing with the elite of Racy?” Dogwood Trail and Birch Lane were the most expensive streets in Racy. Doctor Sinclair, head of the ER, plus most of his family had homes in that neighborhood. Maddox’s house was there, and others whose names she knew by reputation only.

  “A lot of Doms live there.”

  “So you have to be rich to be a Dom, then.” She was only teasing, but Travis looked uncomfortable at her quip. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it. It was a stupid thing to say.”

  He shook his head. “No need to apologize. I make enough money to live there and so does Adam. We just choose not to.”

  “We send money to Doctors Without Borders every month,” said Adam. “They always need funding.”

  She stared at each of them, swallowing hard against the sudden lump in her throat. Did anyone at work really know how wonderful these two were? She doubted it. She heard the nursing staff gossip every day. A lot of them believed that both men were secretly married with kids, or even that they were gay and had never come out. The rest believed they were simply players or too self-absorbed to be able to have a meaningful relationship.

  Even the few who knew that Adam had been engaged and his fiancée had been killed didn’t believe much good about him. Part of that was because he kept himself so closed off while working, but she imagined he had his reasons for doing that. And although Travis wasn’t aloof or unapproachable at work, she could now fully understand why many of the nurses believed him to be a player. He was a flirt, but it was harmless. She knew that now.

  Neither of them would ever deliberately use a woman or toy with her affections. They’d shown her how trustworthy they were last night. And today, while out and about in Racy, they’d never given her any reason to be jealous or wonder if they’d rather be with someone else. No doubt the gossip mill in Racy was already buzzing with the news that Loreen Newhouse had been seen in Tye Me up with Doctors Eastman
and Randall, buying club wear and a collar and cuff set. She bit back a laugh as she imagined the looks on some of her co-workers’ faces at hearing that news.

  “Where did you go just now?” asked Adam.

  His question pulled her from her reverie. “I’m still here. Just thinking how wrong I was about both of you all these years.”

  Adam raised his brows as he advanced toward her. “Oh? Tell us more. What exactly did you assume about us?”

  Loreen backed up as he walked toward her, until she was against the wall. Adam took the bags out of her hands and handed them to Travis, who whistled softly while he dug out his new light. “Be right back. Need a few tools. Oh, and I’ll have to kill the power to this room for a few minutes.”

  Adam sighed out loud. “Dude, really? You’re going to hang it up now?”

  “This won’t take long. You keep Loreen busy until I’m done. I want her so wet by the time I’m finished that we’ll hardly need to use lube.”

  She giggled, but the sound was cut off when Adam captured her mouth in a kiss so hot she thought her brain cells would melt. She wrapped her arms around him, and he grabbed her ass and pulled her close. His bulge rubbed against her, and she ground into it, picturing that thick cock inside her pussy and ass. She wanted one in there and one in her ass at the same time. Would they do that if she asked them to?

  The lights went out, but Adam didn’t stop kissing her. She loved that it was so dark. It gave their make-out session an element of the unknown, and that sent her arousal through the roof. She ran her hands through his hair, then over his back, enjoying the way his muscles rippled underneath her fingertips.

  Travis came back down the stairs, and the beam of a very powerful flashlight swept around the room. Adam released the kiss. “Do you need help?”

  “Nope. Go back to what you were doing.”

  “You’re distracting us.”

  Travis didn’t answer. He placed a black vinyl bag on one of the bar stools, then removed his shoes and socks before climbing on top of the pool table. Loreen watched while he worked on the nuts and bolds holding the current light in place, until Adam moved behind her and pulled off her top. She gasped as tiny jolts of electricity raced straight to her swollen clit.