by Gwenna Reid
Self-isolating just got THREE TIMES naughtier…
Living next door to three huge, utterly gorgeous, hard-partying male nurses has to be every gal’s fantasy, right?
Well that’s what I thought when I moved into my new apartment just before the quarantine hit.
But I had no F-ing idea just how wild it was about to get…
Evan, Lee, and Bren – three hulking, dominant studs with wicked smiles and sinful eyes.
When I’d see them in the hallway, my drool could just about fill up the Grand Canyon.
But you know what really drove my heart-rate all the way to critical?
These swaggering alphas with the jobs of angels and the tastes of devils, don’t just share an apartment…
They share everything.
I thought I’d never get a chance to release this frustration that’s been building in me for so long.
But now the whole floor is on lock-down after a break-out of Covid-19 and the guys have taken it upon themselves to do a wellness check for every apartment.
My door is the last on their list…
But can I really handle the full night of hot and heavy “attention” they have planned for me?
NURSED BY THREE is a steamy and sinful quick novella read, featuring a ridiculously far-fetched but seriously sizzling insta-love mfmm romance, focused entirely on fulfilling all of her needs – no m/m, she’s the center of attention for these dominant and possessive alpha hunks all night long. So if you’re looking for a lip-bitingly tasty fantasy to add some heat to your quarantine, you may just find that this sizzling HEA love story is exactly what the doctor ordered…
QUARANTINED: NURSED BY THREE
A Steamy mfmm Romance
Copyright © 2020 Gwenna Reid
Published by Clear Heart Publishing
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All characters depicted in this work are fictional fully-consenting adults.
Resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, things, places or events is entirely coincidental.
Contents
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Epilogue
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ONE
19:00
Liza
My heart is racing and I can just about feel my pulse pounding at my throat. But is this anxiety I’m feeling…or excitement?
I can’t say for sure, but I know one thing for damn certain. It’s not because of the crazy commotion that I just saw play out four stories below my grimy old apartment window, the ambulances, the paramedics in full Hazmat gear and the patient they were loading into one of the vehicles. Even though it should be…
“You’re handling this crisis pretty well Liza… for your first time.”
I struggle not to scan the full image of his unbelievably gorgeous body, as the dark-haired Adonis with the sensitive, piercingly brown eyes, rests one muscular arm on my kitchen counter and leans back with a cool smile. He looks me up and down with that maddeningly indecipherable smirk and I feel my pulse race all the way to the max as my mouth goes dry at the thought of tasting that smooth chiseled jaw-line with the hipster Robert Downey Junior -style beard with my tongue.
Bren Donahue from three doors down…inexplicably standing right in front of me in my own tiny kitchenette. Maybe miracles can happen.
So yeah, maybe this is why tonight’s unexpected disaster has me feeling more thrilled than worried…even if that would make me just about the most self-centered gal in existence. What can I say? It’s not like any other woman could control their desires looking at a guy like this either.
“He’s right though,” a deep, smooth-like-honey and oh-so-confident, voice from across the room says, “shit’s pretty serious right now, but you’re keeping your cool. I’m impressed as well.”
And there it is. The other absurdly unlikely and entirely unexpected Saturday night visitor I’ve mere moments ago received. I glance over at him with a shy smile, praying the heat I feel in my face isn’t showing in a blush, as my mouth just about drops to the floor at the sight of him.
Taller than his roomie—which is definitely saying something—Evan Hurley is toned, tanned and blonde with a face that belongs on the cover of a magazine. A strong jaw and powerful nose, with perfectly shaped cheekbones so sharp they could cut you right open, and maybe the naughtiest deep blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Deep blue eyes that are now pinning me to the spot with the same infuriatingly teasing heat as Bren’s were a second ago.
These guys must eat girls like me for lunch, dinner and breakfast. They said I was handling it well? Honestly, I’m just surprised I haven’t fainted right to the floor here…
“So I guess you had a pretty wild night planned tonight, huh?” Bren says, drawing me back to his smoky gaze like he’s taken control of my mind completely, “expecting company?”
This time my blush definitely must be showing. Oh God, I’m just now realizing that my bottle of wine and single glass, plus three different king-sized bars of chocolate, are right out in full display on the coffee table in front of my recliner, making it pretty obvious just exactly what my plans were…and that I definitely wasn’t expecting any company tonight either… Especially not these achingly sexy bad boys…
I want the floor to swallow me whole, but when Bren picks up the bottle and reads the label I suddenly don’t feel so bad.
“Chateux Marmot,” he reads, “hey this is a pretty good bottle of wine. You’ve got good taste Liza…”
Suddenly I’m extremely grateful that I decided at the last minute to splurge and treat myself with something a little better than the usual five-dollar table stuff. Saved by my own self-indulgence… Who could have guessed?
“Damn,” Evan grins, voice like slow and sensual music, “I don’t blame you. I could use a drink myself after the week we’ve had…”
Yeah, I can imagine. Not only are these sinfully hulking utter fucking babes, total hard-partying bad boys, they’re also seriously dedicated nurses at the general hospital a few blocks over from our apartment building. Which means that chances are, under all their swaggering dominant style, these guys just might actually have the hearts of angels. As if they couldn’t get any more perfect than they already are…
So I mean, yeah, with the Corona stuff playing out in real time, I’m not in the least bit surprised that they’re in serious need of some full on R and R…even if “Rest and Relaxation” for these guys means partying until dawn every night they’re free and then going back to work with barely a few hours’ sleep in between. They told me tonight was supposed to be their first night off in fifteen days and now that this has happened, I can’t help but feel like these poor dudes just can’t catch a break…
It all happened so fast…
One minute I was watching that new documentary series on Netflix, greedily slurping my fine wine with one hand and shoveling chocolate into my mouth with the other as my eyes bulged at the insane drama I was watching…and then the drama was happening in real-time all around me. I heard a pounding sound from way down the hall as someone banged their fist against a door. Then a muffled voice announcing it was the paramedics. They barely gave whoever it was time to answer before they knocked down the door and barged their way in. I found out later from the guys t
hat it was old Al Hoffman the ancient super who was just the sweetest old soul you could meet. Turned out he’d called them after suffering an attack of breathing difficulties. Apparently he didn’t even know there was a pandemic going on out there…
Sweet old Al, the kindest super there could be, who came round to everybody’s place at least once a week to check in and make sure everything was working ok. Really the guy was probably just lonely, but nobody minded indulging him. Al was like the beloved old grampa of the floor. I really hope he’s going to be ok…
But the fact that Al caught sick of all people is pretty troubling for the rest of us. Because he’s pretty much been to everybody’s place just in the last week alone. Which means we’re all under orders to stay inside until further notice, because according to the guys it’s like ninety-nine percent certain that we’ve all already been exposed.
Suddenly I feel like the delicious studs with the golden hearts aren’t the only ones who could use a drink right now…
“Well I say,” more than a little stunned at my own boldness, “since you guys are technically still off for the night, I do have more than one wine glass you know…”
Bren and Evan exchange a devilish glance, all arching eyebrows and flashing male eyes, that makes me feel like those glasses aren’t the only thing about to get a little wet right now…and I can’t believe this is actually happening to me…
TWO
19:45
Liza
Woah…when my eyes see the time flashing on the clock beside my fridge I can’t believe it’s been forty-five minutes already…we should really slow down here…
And yet I can tell I’m the only one thinking it—as devilishly handsome Bren on one side of me leans forward with those Robin Hood good looks and holds me in place with those wicked coffee-brown eyes—while on the other side, Evan’s huge impossibly firm thigh brushes against my own as he leans forward to take another drink from his almost empty glass. The scents fill my nose and my body veritably thrums in response, the richness of the wine, the deep male deliciousness of their complimenting colognes. I feel that intoxicating throb between my legs too, as a familiar stickiness teases me at the touch of Evan’s leg on mine, the closeness of Bren’s still-teasing smile as he considers me. God, this is more than I know how to handle!
“So hey,” Evan smiles, his voice a playful growl, deepened by the wine on his vocal cords and making me shiver at the thought of that mouth meeting the ache between my legs. “with a figure like that I’m guessing you like to dance?”
I glance at him quickly, half-expecting that it’s a mean joke, but the heat in his expression as those big blue eyes pierce me is all genuine appreciation. I’m more than a little thrilled at the compliment. After my boyfriend dumped me last month and I moved into this new place, I have been working on my figure, doing yoga every afternoon before my shift at the restaurant—or at least I was before I got laid off last week thanks to the pandemic. But hell, it looks like that effort might have actually been paying off after all.
“Well…yeah,” I splutter out, “sure I like to dance.” The memories of dancing around in the apartment in my PJs to Sia on full blast flashes in my mind and I try not to cringe—especially because that was probably how tonight’s indulgences would have ended up anyway once the wine took full affect. If not for these guys, that is…
“Oh I bet you’ve got some moves,” Bren practically purrs, with a wicked grin that makes me feel like Little Red Riding Hood staring down the Big Bad Wolf…and wanting him to eat her right up on the spot. “We’ve seen you in the halls, practically dancing to your door…mysterious little Liza, the new girl in Apartment 4F. Yeah, I bet you’ve got it where it counts…”
I’m fighting the urge not to grin like a loon as Bren’s darkly suggestive gaze burns right through me. Yeah, I’m definitely feeling it now alright. The ache of desire is practically painful. Especially since I haven’t gotten any since Andrew left me. Not like he could ever give me much pleasure anyway…
“Normally on a Saturday night off work we’d be out at the bars already,” Evan drawls, “you wouldn’t believe how good it feels to just cut loose and move to the music after fourteen hours on your feet trying to make sure nobody in your care fucking dies or something…”
“I…um…yeah, that must be tough…” is all I can manage.
“Hey,” Bren shrugs, that dark twinkle in his eyes flashing bright and hot for just a second as he practically stares right in to my soul. “we work hard and we play hard. That’s just how we like to do things…and always together…”
“You mind?” Evan says and he stands in one smooth and graceful movement, every muscle in that insanely ripped body flexing as he moves to my iPod in its holder hooked up to the speakers. He’s flicking through the tracks before I have a chance to answer and I’m wracking my brains praying there isn’t anything too embarrassing on there.
“Hey,” he smiles, “The Chompers, we saw these guys play last summer. Great gig.”
“Wow,” Bren smiles, arching that demon brow again as he considers me, “great taste in wine, great taste in music…well you really are just full of surprises aren’t you Liza?”
I feel myself blush again as a self-conscious smile spreads across my face…but this time I don’t look away. I manage to hold his penetrating glare myself for a beat or two as the wine starts giving me all the wrong ideas about what dancing with these two studs might actually lead to.
I’m just about to catch myself and remind myself to cool it a bit before I show myself up as completely desperate here when I feel Evan’s smooth strong hand slide to the small of my back as he guides me effortlessly off the stool.
That power…that strength… God, I haven’t been touched in so long…
“Come on,” he says, “why don’t you show us how it’s done?”
His total lack of self-consciousness as his powerful hips sway to the music disarm any that I might feel myself and within seconds his hands slide softly over my hips, giving me permission to go with the flow and let the music just guide me like it’s guiding him. A giddy thrill shoots up my chest and I feel that warmth under my jeans spread wider, so inviting and seductive…
We’ve been chatting for almost an hour now, joking and teasing and getting to know each other…really having more fun than I’ve had in months…but this is happening so fast, isn’t it? I should really try to slow things down here…
But then Bren, is behind me as well, gliding up against me with such a powerful presence that I suddenly have to fight the urge not to arch my butt right up against his delicious crotch and start grinding on him like a complete and utter harlot. And just like that, slowing things down is the last thing I could want…
These guys are so big and powerful, it makes me wonder what else might be big and powerful too? And they’re so at ease in close proximity to each other, as they dance with effortless rhythm to the music, drawing me into their perfect sway. Is dancing with girls the only thing they do like this, both of them together? Why am I getting the feeling that maybe these guys share a whole lot more than a dance with one lucky lady when they decide to really let loose…?
“we work hard and we play hard. That’s just how we like to do things…and always together…”
Bren’s words from earlier return to me like a promise of sinful pleasures and I catch Evan’s eyes on my lips as he dances up against me, so close I can feel the electricity jumping off his tight light grey t-shirt, clinging so close to the skin that I can read every curve and crevice in his perfectly sculpted abdomen. Hell, I can even see his nipples, perfect little whorls poking through the fabric and I bite my lip at the thought of actually tasting them.
And now he’s the one who’s caught me looking. I blush scarlet red as his eyes fill with shining heat and he nods slightly, as if to commend me for my open hunger. As if to say: it’s ok to want us Liza. After all, we want you too…
I breathe a half-giggle half-squeak and if it wasn’t f
or their powerful hands on my body guiding me to the beat, I’m sure I would definitely break rhythm and be dancing here like I’ve got two left hands where my feet should be. But these guys are unstoppable, they move in perfect self-assured time to the music, each of them in possession of full mastery of their own magnificent bodies and I’m helpless but to move with them too.
“Fifteen days without catching any steam,” Bren growls in my ear, the rich coffee of his voice so deep and thrilling that it makes every single hair on my body stand up in full attention. The vibration of his voice on my ear, the heat of his breath, my need for these two is so hot and heavy now that I don’t care how much of a harlot they might think I am. If they tried to leave now I think I might have to hold them at gun point.
But one look at Evan’s gorgeous lips as he smiles a smile so full of dark and knowing intent that it practically drips with the promise of bliss is enough to tell me that these guys aren’t going anywhere. At least not without getting what they came for first…
Every iota of logic I have in my brain is telling me to put a stop to this before I make a total fool of myself but my body is fighting back with ten times the strength. I feel Bren’s crotch brush up against my ass and there’s no denying the heat and heft that he’s holding there.
I’m not imagining things, this is really happening…
“Song’s ending,” Evan says, drawing my attention back to the front with a flash of something that would look like jealously on his gorgeous surfer-hunk face if it wasn’t so playful. The thought of having these guys fighting for my attention just about drives me over the edge…
“So I guess we should get back out there then, huh?” he continues, though he doesn’t move an inch away from where he looms above me, his fit and muscular body driving so much raw desire through my soul I feel like I’m ready to explode…