Her Cocky Doctors (A MFM Menage Romance) (The Cocky Series Book 1)

by Tara Crescent

  I’m not paying attention to where I’m going until I realize I’m nearing Elvira’s cabin. Some crazy instinct makes me turn into the small dirt road.

  The canoe is still tied to the dock. The picnic blanket hangs on the clothesline to the right of the small cabin. We’d made plans to come back this weekend. I was just here yesterday, but it seems like a lifetime ago.

  I should have never made that list. I should have never told Hailey I’d be adventurous. Saying Yes instead of No was the biggest mistake of my life.

  It’s getting dark. I sit by the side of the lake and brood. My phone vibrates in my bag, but I make no effort to pull it out. I’m sure Blake and Declan have texted me, but I’m not ready to deal with them. I don’t want to go back to the Nanny Goat tonight, and I don’t want to hear their excuses. I’m not strong enough for their lies.

  My phone rings. The sound of Aretha Franklin singing Respect fills the air. It’s Hailey.

  This situation isn’t my friend’s fault. She didn’t throw me into bed with Declan and Blake, but even though I’m not being fair, I still blame her. “What?” I snarl into the receiver.

  “Whoa there, chickadee,” Hailey laughs. “What’s going on? Did I interrupt you in the middle of a marathon work session, or were you actually doing something more fun?”

  “Neither.”

  Something in my voice must alert her that all is not well. “Lana, what’s going on?”

  At the sound of her tone, filled with concern, my anger evaporates. “I did what you suggested,” I say flatly. “I hooked up with the two doctors.”

  “It didn’t go well?”

  “That’s an understatement.”

  “Tell me everything,” she orders. “Start at the beginning. Don’t leave anything out. The last time we talked, it was almost two weeks ago, on Friday night. You were going to leave for Goat the next day. Then what happened?”

  “I arrived at Goat,” I reply. “When I showed up to the bed-and-breakfast, there were two men staying there. Blake and Declan.”

  “Who are the slutty doctors, I take it?”

  “I guess.” Their betrayal stings at my heart. “I didn’t realize that’s who they were. I thought they were just two guests at the bed-and-breakfast. Blake was in Goat to visit his great-aunt, he said.”

  “A great-aunt?”

  “Elvira Grantham.”

  I can hear the gears in her brain turn. “Elvira Grantham, the former mistress of the millionaire who founded the town?”

  “Yup, that’s her. She seemed nice.”

  “You met her?” Hailey sounds surprised. “The doctors who help women with their happy-happy introduced you to their families?”

  “Just the one,” I murmur, but Hailey’s words have me thinking. If I were a sleazy doctor running a smutty clinic in town, would I introduce the woman I was fucking to my family? I would not. Unless the woman meant something.

  It doesn’t matter, I tell myself firmly. You can’t have a real relationship with doctors that pet the kitties of their female patients, as Hailey would put it. It’s just too gross.

  “Hang on,” Hailey says slowly. “Didn’t John say that these doctors had been running their clinic for a while?”

  “At least a year, as far as we could find out, yes.”

  “Well,” she says thoughtfully, “If they’ve been in business for a year, why would they be living in a bed-and-breakfast? Why wouldn’t they get an apartment or buy a house?”

  “Hmm.” For the first time since I walked out of the Clinic of Love, I stop being upset and put my thinking-cap on. “You’re right. That doesn’t make any sense.” I bite my lower lip. “In fact, they’d just arrived when I was checking in. The woman at the Nanny Goat hugged them and asked them how long they were staying, and Declan said he was waiting to hear back about a job he’d interviewed for.” I frown, my brows furrowed in confusion. Is it possible I’ve made a mistake?

  Hailey reads my mind. “Are you sure they’re the sleazy doctors?” she asks. “After all, you didn’t know their names.”

  I try and hold onto my outrage, but it’s fading rapidly. “They’ve never talked about what they do,” I try and argue. “And they were at the Clinic of Love.”

  “Okay, so something’s obviously going on,” Hailey says reasonably. “You’re a journalist. Find out what it is. There’s probably a really obvious explanation.”

  Once again, Hailey’s right. “I don’t like being so reasonable,” I grumble. “Fine, I’ll head back to town and talk to them.”

  “Head back to town? Where are you right now?”

  “In the middle of the woods,” I reply, realizing how dark it is, and how alone I am. Does Oregon have bears? I’m a city girl; I wouldn’t know. My heart starts beating faster, and suddenly, the Nanny Goat seems like the safest place in the world.

  I jump into my car, my heart pounding. “Hailey, I’ve got to go.”

  “Wait, hang on,” she protests. “You didn’t tell me everything. What about the sex? Is it hot? Are the guys hot? Are you checking items off the list?” Her voice rises in frustration. “Lana, you can’t go now.”

  I chuckle. Promising to call her this weekend, I hang up. Right now, it’s not Hailey I need to talk to.

  It’s Declan and Blake.

  It’s almost eleven when I pull up in the parking lot of the Nanny Goat. Blake’s Jeep is in its usual spot, but I don’t run into either Blake or Declan as I make my way to my room.

  I pull my laptop out and navigate to a browser window. I don’t know why I haven’t Googled the two men. Maybe because that’s the kind of thing I do in my real life, and I’ve been telling myself it’s a vacation fling and nothing else?

  Whatever the reason, it’s time to discover the truth.

  ‘Dr. Declan Wilde,’ I type into the search bar and hit Enter, crossing my fingers as I wait for the results over the Nanny Goat’s painfully slow Internet connection.

  There’s no need to cross my fingers. As I click on the first page of results, it’s clear that I’ve made a horrible mistake. Declan isn’t one of the doctors I’ve come to Goat to write about; he’s obviously someone else. Someone that’s volunteered dozens of times to serve in war zones. He’s been in the Congo to treat children suffering from measles and malaria. In Haiti for the cholera epidemic. In Sierra Leone as an emergency surgeon.

  He’s been to sixty countries, he’d told me. I asked him how he got to travel that much. Now I understand. Declan wasn’t vacationing. He was working. He was saving lives.

  I feel awful, but I’m not done. I have to make sure. I’ve already jumped to conclusions once. This time around, I’m going to look before I leap.

  ‘Dr. Blake Thorpe’, I type into the search bar.

  The page fills with results. Blake has worked all over the country. As far as I can tell, he seems to fill in for doctors that need to leave their practices for extended lengths of time. Not just fill in. “Every doctor I’d been to dismissed my headaches,” one woman writes. “Except Dr. Thorpe. He listened to me and ordered a CT scan, and it turned out I had a brain tumor. He saved my life.”

  There’s more of this. I read page after page of gushing praise for the two men I’ve been sleeping with.

  Blake and Declan aren’t the doctors I came to Goat to find.

  By the time I’m done, I feel like a complete fool. I totally overreacted. I wouldn’t be surprised if they never want to talk to me again.

  You can’t write this story, Lana.

  John wants subscribers. He’ll distort my article. He’ll drag Blake and Declan’s names into the mud. The more scandal this story attracts, the happier he’ll be.

  Declan’s waiting to hear about a job. Blake’s reputation is what gets him hired. If I write this story, I will ruin their careers.

  I take a deep breath. There’s only one thing to do, really. I’ve worked at The Torch for almost a decade, but it’s time for something new.

  I write John a short email telling him I’m
not doing the story, and that I’m resigning, effective immediately. I turn off my phone so he can’t call me.

  Then I go in search of Blake and Declan.

  15

  Declan:

  Lana runs out of the clinic.

  Both Blake and I are frozen in place for an instant, then we rush after her, but before we can catch up with her, she jumps into her car and guns out of there.

  Damn it. Blake and I had walked to the Clinic of Love. Blake’s car is parked at the Nanny Goat. “We need to go after her,” Blake says urgently. “She has us mixed up with Swanson and Rhodes.”

  I frown in puzzlement. “But how?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Everyone in town knows about the Clinic of Love,” I say slowly. “But Lana isn’t from Goat. How did she find out about Swanson and Rhodes?”

  “Maybe she overheard something at Goat Morning?” Blake asks, but he looks perplexed as well.

  “That’s not how she knows,” a third voice interjects. Rhonda. She bites her lower lip and doesn’t meet our eyes. “Ted wouldn’t listen when I told him to give Lettie Herman her money back and walk away from that mess,” she says. “So I gave them a little nudge.”

  I stare at the office assistant. “What did you do, Rhonda?” I ask, my voice dangerous.

  “I called a newspaper in Portland,” she mutters sullenly. “A small weekly paper called The Torch. I thought that if Ted and George found out that a reporter was onto them, they’d clean their act up.”

  Blake’s hands clench into fists. “Instead, they panicked and left,” he says, his voice hard. “Leaving Declan and me to clean up the mess.”

  “You think Lana’s a journalist?” It makes sense. For an author, Lana seemed to spend very little time writing. At the county fair, she’d looked confused when I gave her the stuffed cat and told her she could call it Smokey. She could never explain exactly how the cat in her books solved crime.

  But if Lana was in Goat to write about the Clinic of Love, being an author was a great cover story.

  Blake looks bleak. “She thinks it’s us,” he says. “She’s spent ten days in our company, but she still jumped to the worst possible conclusion.”

  There’s a sinking feeling in my stomach. “I know.” Does Lana really think so little of us? We haven’t talked about what we do for a living, but does she really think we’re capable of cheating on her in such a sleazy fashion?

  She’s nowhere to be seen, and walking toward us is a group of Elvira Grantham’s friends. “Blake,” one of them calls out. “I’m so glad there’s finally a real clinic in town.”

  Elvira’s sent us patients.

  So I do what I’ve always done. I put aside my feelings and emotions, and I get to work.

  Blake:

  I know all about the risks of drowning my sorrows in drink, but if there was ever a day for it, it’s today.

  After we were done at the clinic, we searched for Lana all over town. She wasn’t in her room. She wasn’t at Goat Morning. We even went to Aunt Elvira’s house.

  Lana was nowhere to be seen.

  So Declan and I are at the Randy Goat. Beer might not solve my problems, but it sure as hell helps me forget.

  “The two of you look like the world’s about to come to an end,” Nick O’Sullivan says, frowning at Declan and me. “I thought you’d be celebrating the new clinic. What’s the matter?”

  “Long story,” I say bitterly. “Don’t want to talk about it. Keep the drinks coming, Nick. We’ll start with two shots of vodka and two pints of beer.”

  He’s obviously curious, but he’s smart enough not to probe. “Coming right up.”

  I’m on my second pint of beer when Lana enters the bar. She looks around the dimly lit interior, and her eyes land on the two of us.

  She walks over to our table. “Can I sit down?” she asks, biting her lower lip.

  I lift my shoulders in a shrug. “It’s a free country.”

  She pulls a chair out and sits down across from me. “I owe you an apology,” she says directly. “I jumped to conclusions and assumed you were the doctors who ran the Clinic of Love.”

  “Are you a journalist?” Declan asks her bluntly.

  “Yes,” she admits. “My boss received an anonymous tip about the two doctors that offered ‘special services’ to their female patients. He thought it was a great story and sent me to investigate.”

  I look at Lana. Her expression is tentative, and her eyes are red, as if she’s been crying. I harden my heart. “We’re not the doctors you’re looking for.”

  “I know.” She flushes. “I spent the last hour Googling you.”

  Declan looks at her. “Did you really need to Google us to know that?”

  “No,” she whispers. “I was wrong.” She takes a deep breath. “I’m an investigative journalist,” she says quietly. “I don’t see the best of humanity. It’s made me cynical. But that’s not the only reason I jumped to conclusions.”

  “It wasn’t?”

  “No.” She hesitates, and then she straightens her shoulders. “I really like the two of you,” she says. “It was supposed to be a vacation fling, but I caught feelings, and I got scared.”

  The weight that seems to press down on my heart lifts. “You caught feelings?” A smile spreads across my face. “What kind of feelings, Lana?”

  Her cheeks turn pink. “Feelings I haven’t really had before,” she says, looking at her lap. “Feelings I don’t know what to do with.” She swallows. “Feelings for both of you.”

  “Lana, look at me.” Declan’s voice is even.

  She looks up.

  “I turned down the job I’d applied to. Blake’s not going anywhere either. We’re staying in Goat, and we’re taking over the clinic.”

  “You are?”

  I nod. “I bounced around from city to city,” I tell her quietly. “I never wanted to settle down. And then I met a woman. One that made me want more.”

  Her eyes fill with wonder. “You did?”

  “We both did.” Declan places his hand over hers. “Our plan was to get the clinic up and running before we asked you to stay.”

  “Of course, that’s when we thought you were an author and could work from anywhere,” I say ruefully.

  A smile breaks out on her face. “Ask me to stay,” she says, her voice low and sweet.

  I hold her other hand. “We’re crazy about you, Lana. Will you move to Goat and be in a relationship with us?”

  “I’m crazy about you too,” she says. “And yes, I would love to move to Goat and be in a relationship with both of you.”

  My heart feels like it might burst.

  Declan clears his throat. “It’s almost eleven,” he says. “Nick’s going to throw us out any minute now.” A slow smile breaks out on his face as he surveys Lana. “And there was something we were going to do tonight.”

  The threesome.

  “You’re absolutely right,” Lana says, a wide grin on her face. “The last two items on my list. Let’s go.”

  16

  Lana:

  Arousal skitters up my spine as we enter my bedroom. Declan pushes me on the bed, and Blake grabs the lube from the top of the dresser, and when I see that bottle in his hand, lust fogs my brain. This is happening.

  The butt plug has prepared me well. I’m not afraid. I’m insanely turned on.

  “I can see your nipples poking out through your shirt, Lana.” Declan’s eyes are heated as he surveys my body. “Take it off, honey.”

  With shaking fingers, I unbutton my shirt and shrug it from my shoulders. I’m not wearing a bra underneath, and I shiver as my bare skin comes into contact with the cool night air. “Now the jeans,” Declan orders. “And your panties as well.”

  Blushing, I wriggle out of my jeans and slide my panties down my hips. They both watch me get naked, and they’re not immune. I can see the hard outline of their cocks against their pants, and my pussy gushes with anticipation.

  “We’re g
oing to fill you in every hole today, Lana.” Blake’s eyes hold mine. “We’re going to take your mouth, your pussy, and your ass. You want this, don’t you, you naughty girl? Show me. Stick a finger in your pussy and show me how wet you are.”

  I obey him. I insert my finger into my pussy, throwing my head back and moaning in pleasure as my muscles clench around me. “Don’t you even think about coming,” Blake warns me. “You come when we touch you, Lana. Not before.”

  My lust rises dangerously, and I have to bite my lip and force myself to calm down.

  “Show us,” Declan says. “Show us how turned-on you are.”

  I lift my finger up to my lips. Their eyes are heated as I lick my juices clean.

  “Bad girl,” Blake rebukes, stalking toward me. He climbs on the bed, and I whimper as his mouth crushes mine. My hands run over his muscled chest, and I fumble with the buttons of his shirt, trying to get it off. “I was going to taste you,” he rasps. “Of course, I still can.”

  He puts a hand on each of my knees and pushes my legs apart. A frisson travels up my spine at his dominant gesture of possession, and then I don’t have time to think. His mouth explores my mound. His lips and teeth nibble and nip at my folds, and he groans with pleasure. “You taste so good, Lana,” Blake breathes, his blue eyes holding mine. “You’re a drug in my veins, honey, and I can’t get enough of you.”

  That’s how I feel about them, I realize. For them, I’ve quit my job. Agreed to move to a small town where I have no friends and no career prospects. And I have no regrets, none at all. All my life, I’ve put work ahead of my personal life. It’s time to shift my priorities.

  Declan’s hands cup my breasts, and he squeezes them. Blake’s head bends over my pussy again, and he slides two fingers into me, working me with his lips and fingers and talented tongue. Declan catches my nipple in his teeth, and I arch my back in heated desire, pushing my breast into his mouth. My hips buck against Blake’s mouth, and I writhe and squirm under their attention.

  The corner of Declan’s mouth lifts in a smile. “You want to come, Lana?”