Foundation for Three

by Vella Day

  Pete smiled. “It’s one of my favorites.”

  Thad stepped next to him. “Lemme see that.” Pete handed it to Thad, who seemed fascinated with it. “You can set each side’s temperature?”

  “Yup. Nothing but the best for Zoey.”

  She stared at him. “Did I order that?” Her mind must be playing tricks on her.

  Pete shrugged. “No. I wanted to throw in something extra as a thank you for using Banks Construction.”

  No wonder he was a success. “You didn’t have to do that. Your work alone speaks for itself.”

  Pete leaned over and kissed her this time. “Well, thank you, sugar. But enough talk. It’s time to get you clean.” When he dragged a finger down her throat, and then around her breast, her nipple puckered. She heard him chuckle, despite the noise from the running water.

  Pete pulled open the shower door for her, and she stepped to the side with the more powerful showerhead. When she didn’t need to wash her hair, she preferred the side with the Rainshower head. She held out her hand to test the temperature. It was perfect.

  Pete entered, and as soon as Thad removed his bandage, he joined them. Staples punctuated his wound, but the injury didn’t look too bad.

  She looked between the two men. “Can I wash you guys first?” It would help settle her nerves to touch them.

  Thad looked at Pete then back at her. “How about you clean Pete’s back while I clean yours?”

  She was a big believer in equality. “Kind of like a train. I like it. After we do one side, we should turn around and wash the other.” That way she could touch them everywhere.

  Thad tucked a tongue in his cheek. “Yeah. Then we turn around.” She liked this lighthearted side of him.

  Hold it. Thad’s sexy look registered. “You aren’t thinking of having sex in the shower, are you?” She wasn’t innocent, but none of the man she’d dated had ever wanted to do that.

  “Not us,” Pete said with a grin.

  She wasn’t sure she believed him, but she’d wait and judge if they asked.

  “Dunk your head under the water,” Thad said. “You need to get wet, so I can wash your back. Then I’ll do the same.”

  As soon as she finished, Thad took her place. The water sluiced over his corded muscles and heated her from the inside out. While Thad stood under the warm flow, she checked out Pete, who seemed to be enjoying the gentle shower.

  She grabbed the liquid soap, dumped a handful in her palm, and then tapped Pete on the shoulder. “Can you step back? I don’t want the water to wash away the soap.”

  “Yes, ma’am. One step back.” Pete was such an agreeable guy.

  “Hmm. Where to begin?”

  He chuckled. It was his fault for her indecisiveness. There were too many wonderful areas to clean. The shoulders seemed the easiest place to start. No sooner had she rubbed her slick fingers over his smooth skin than Thad’s slippery palms cupped her breasts from behind. She gasped at the erotic contact.

  “Don’t mind me. Keep doing what you’re doing,” Thad said as he pressed his chest against her back. She might have been able to ignore him if he hadn’t nestled his cock between her legs.

  Pete dunked his head under the water and a blast of spray bounced off his neck and pummeled her. “Hey,” she said.

  He turned around and grinned. “Sorry. I thought you were facing Thad because you weren’t touching me anymore.”

  That was because Thad’s cock was wreaking all sorts of havoc with her libido. “Thad distracted me.”

  As if to prove her point, Thad twirled her nipples between his fingers, sending a spark of pleasure through her. “Don’t blame me, darlin’.”

  Pete snagged the body wash. “Thad, help me wash her.” Pete guided her to the side of the large stall where he plastered her back against the cooler tiles. “Thad, you take her left side. I got her right.” Pete nodded to her. “Hands over your head, please.”

  Zoey obeyed, but instantly realized the vulnerable position she now was in. Sure, she could lower her arms, but she wanted to see what they would do next.

  Thad nudged her left leg toward him while Pete drew her right in his direction, opening her legs wide.

  Pete grinned and lowered his gaze to her pussy. “Now for the best part. Just so you know, I’m not trying to excite you, merely getting you clean, so don’t think any wicked thoughts.”

  “Right.” She wished she had such control.

  “Close your eyes, darlin’,” Thad said. “It’ll make the experience a lot nicer. We’ll be good. You can trust us.”

  Trust them? With their hard throbbing cocks inches from her open pussy? Strangely, she did, so she obeyed. Using slow circular movements, Thad rubbed her shoulders then ran his hand up to her wrist, keeping the pressure hard so as not to tickle.

  “So smooth.” His growl made her smile. Thad dripped soap over her belly and began to rub it in.

  Pete must have dropped to his knees, because his hands clasped her left ankle. Using an up and down motion, he rubbed and rubbed, making his way up past her knees. All she could think of was what would he do when he reached the top? The soap Thad had rubbed onto her belly finally dripped down her pussy, sending a hard throbbing signal to her brain. Her body yearned for something to fill her, to pound into her.

  Just as her imagination ran wild, Thad dragged a soapy hand over her breast. As much as she liked his touch, she wanted to feel his rough skin on hers. It was time to hurry things along. “My arms are getting tired.”

  Thad reached up and lowered one of her arms. She thought he’d let go but instead guided it to his cock. “It needs washing. Want to help?”

  “Yes.” She would have soaped her hand first had he not leaned in and kissed her. Or should she say possessed her? As he captured her mouth, liquid heat ripped up her body. When Pete plunged a finger into her opening, her mind froze. She was so consumed with the lust and passion running rampant in her body that she forgot all about rubbing Thad’s cock. The kiss intensified and suddenly it became hard to breathe, hard to remain standing.

  “Give her air,” Pete said. “Keep your eyes closed, Zoey, while I rinse you.”

  A warm spray of water cascaded down her body. Pete opened her folds and rinsed, but he didn’t touch her sweetest place. His goal must have been to drive her crazy.

  When she was free of soap, she opened her eyes, and enjoyed how their magnificent bodies shimmered as they rinsed themselves.

  The water stopped. “Come with me.” Thad led her onto the cushy bathmat, and then both men snatched towels off the rack.

  Pete held the terrycloth in front of her. “Now for one of my favorite things to do. Thad, how about you make sure her back is dry, especially between her legs, and I’ll concentrate on her front.”

  “You got it,” Thad replied.

  While Pete ran the material over her breasts, giving her nipples an extra polish, Thad dragged the cloth down her back before gently drying between her legs. Her excitement heightened with each swipe. By the time the men finished drying her, her whole lower body was throbbing with desire.

  A big problem was that her long hair kept dripping where they’d dried. “Let me do something with this mop.” After she wrung out the excess water, she dragged a comb through the tangles. In less than a minute, she’d done all she could.

  “Gorgeous.” Pete picked her up and grinned. “A princess deserves the best treatment.”

  She wanted to reiterate that just because she went to private school and came from a wealthy family, it didn’t mean she was a princess. Even Thad’s grandmother agreed with that.

  Pete carried her into the room and placed her on the bed. “Ready for a ride?”

  “Only if you go easy on me.” From the size of their cocks, she wasn’t sure she could handle one after the other, but she was willing to try.

  “You can count on it.” Pete grinned, and as he crawled between her legs and spread them wide, shivers of anticipation crawled up her body. His grip spoke of
a skilled lover.

  Thad stretched out along her side and propped up his head with his good arm. His luscious lips were within striking distance, and she took advantage of him being near. When she brushed her lips against his, he lingered there for a long moment.

  Pete’s tongue swiped across her opening and she had to pull away from Thad to catch her breath.

  “Don’t be that way,” Thad said.

  Before she could explain that she was overwhelmed, Thad abandoned her mouth to capture her left breast. Between the two men it was like lava had broken loose inside her. Red hot heat bubbled to the surface and she lost control.

  “Ah, ah, ah.” Her breath whooshed out as the torrent of pleasure slammed into her. The initial tingling turned into high voltage power, setting off a climax so strong, her breath nearly stopped. She grabbed the sheets and balled them up. Why was she so weak?

  When the intense rush slowly ebbed, she opened her eyes. Even though both men were smiling, embarrassment skated up her face. “I’m sorry.”

  Pete laughed. “It’s okay, sugar. We’re glad you got the first climax out of the way. Wait until the second one. It’ll be a lot better.” He tapped her hip. “How about getting on your elbows and knees to see if you can excite our wounded cop here?”

  Yes! Quicker than they could say her name, she was in position, ready for whatever they could dole out. Her pussy throbbed and her slick walls were ready, in dire need of something big and hard to drive into her. She couldn’t wait to see if she could crack Thad’s powerful control.

  He knelt in front of her, and she cupped his hard sac with one hand and grabbed his throbbing shaft with the other. Just as she ran her tongue from his balls up to the head, Thad reached under her and pinched her nipples hard. The quick shot of pain sent her spiraling out of control again. The delirious sensation then morphed into pleasure.

  Behind her, foil tore and a condom snapped over Pete’s cock. While she’d wanted to tease Thad without distraction, it seemed Pete had other ideas. The moment his cock pressed against her opening, her mind splintered. With both Pete and Thad touching her, there was no way she’d last.

  “I can’t wait any longer.” Pete grunted and slid his cock into her, stretching her wide. Her pulse soared and her inner walls spasmed. His cock was huge.

  As soon as she opened her mouth to let in more air, Thad pressed on her head to remind her he needed her. To hell with teasing. She went for the full frontal assault. Drawing him into her mouth, she slid her lips downward, keeping the pressure tight. When the tip of Thad’s cock banged against the back of her throat, she swallowed, allowing his dick to slide in deeper. She didn’t know when she’d learned to ignore her gag reflex, but she prided herself on her ability to capture a lot more than half a cock.

  “Jesus, Zoey.” Thad palmed her scalp.

  Pete pulled out and plowed in again. “You are so fucking tight, sugar.” His throaty moans and grunts thrilled her.

  On his next thrust, her vision blurred and blood pounded in her ears. The faster she pumped her fist up and down on Thad’s cock, the more powerfully Pete drove into her. Thad’s fingers were going wild on her breasts, and her body kept craving more. How was it possible that these men knew every sensitive spot on her body?

  With Pete’s next deep plunge, she lost it again. Her second climax swooped in and slammed into her hard, taking her someplace high and far away. As if the men had signaled to each other, Thad’s cock exploded a second later, his hot seed shooting down her throat. She pulled her mouth off his cock and swallowed his tangy brew just as Pete detonated. Eyes closed, she let his climax sweep her away again.

  What seemed like a lifetime later, Pete draped his body over her back and ran his hand down her damp hair. “That was… ‘spectacular’ seems inadequate.”

  She would have laughed at his desperation if she’d had the strength. Pete rolled to the side and tugged her on top of him, kissing her softly. “I like you a lot, Zoey. Damn, girl. Not only are you hot, you’re everything a man could want.”

  His words warmed her to the core. In a matter of minutes, these men had erased years of hurt and self-doubt. For that she’d be forever thankful. A relationship wasn’t just about sex, but when three people were able to forget the outside world, it sure helped.

  Thad eased off the bed, and then returned with a cloth to wash her, but as soon as he cleaned her, she yawned. “I’m sorry. It’s been a long day, but one I’ll never forget.”

  Pete kissed her again and held her close. “You need to get some rest. Go ahead and fall asleep. I’ll hold you.” These men were both wonderful and considerate.

  Thad slid behind her and nipped her shoulder, bringing another round of throbbing deep and low. “I’m hoping we can convince you to join us tomorrow for breakfast. We like to go to the Valley Café on Sunday mornings.”

  What a wonderful tradition. “I’d love to.” No sooner had they told her the time than her cell rang from the living room. “Ugh.”

  “You should answer it,” Pete said. “It might be a needy patient.”

  “I hope not. Maybe it’s one of my sisters calling.” But at ten on a Saturday night? Doubtful.

  “I’ll get it,” Pete slipped off the bed.

  Gloriously naked, he jogged out of the room and returned with her purse a moment later with the cell still ringing. Zoey dug her hand in the side pocket, fished out her phone, and then checked the display. “Damn. It’s the hospital.”

  “Answer it.” Thad sounded like his cop persona.

  She dragged a thumb across the screen. “Dr. Donovan.”

  “This is Terrance Aldrich. I’m one of the ER nurses at LACE. I’m very sorry to disturb you, but one of your patients, Kayla Perkins, was in an automobile wreck this evening.”

  Zoey sat up, her throat constricting at the terrible news. “Kayla? Is she okay? Is the baby alive?” Kayla was close to full term.

  “Yes. They’re both okay for now, but she’s hysterical and we can’t calm her down enough to treat her contusions. Her rising blood pressure is jeopardizing the fetus. Is there any way you can come in and talk with her?”

  She glanced at the men. Their worried faces assured her they’d understand if she had to leave. “Absolutely. Tell her I’ll be right there.” She disconnected and dropped back on the bed.

  Thad cupped her shoulder. “What is it?”

  “One of my patients was in a car wreck and is having a panic attack. I’m afraid I have to speak with her. I know the timing sucks.”

  “Go,” Thad urged.

  In silence all three of them dressed. Within five minutes, they’d escorted her out of the house where Thad pulled open her car door. “You won’t forget about breakfast with us tomorrow morning, right?”

  “No. Nine sharp at the Valley Café.”

  “Yes.” First Thad kissed her then Pete. “Tomorrow then.”

  She couldn’t wait.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Even though the late night traffic into downtown Rock Hard was light, Zoey had to work hard to keep her focus on the road. She wished she was still cuddled against her two amazing men, but Kayla and her unborn child needed her.

  Within ten minutes, Zoey was at the nurse’s station. “I’m Dr. Donovan. I’m here about Kayla—”

  She didn’t need to finish asking the woman’s whereabouts because Kayla’s scream and then her whimper led Zoey to the curtained room. Zoey rushed in. “Kayla. I’m here.” The woman’s sobs slowed, but she continued to hyperventilate.

  “Dr. Donovan? What are you doing here?” Kayla’s words came out on short breaths.

  Zoey gently squeezed her shoulder. “I need you to listen to me,” Zoey said in her softest voice. “You need to settle down. For you. For your baby.” Except for Kayla’s bruised face, she appeared to be all right, at least on the outside.

  “I didn’t mean to hit the other car.” Kayla’s agitation increased. She looked up at Zoey with tear stained red eyes. “I didn’t even see it. Are they
dead?”

  Zoey hadn’t been given any information. “I don’t know, but let’s worry about getting you and your baby help.” She held Kayla’s hand, and the warmth must have triggered something inside her patient, for she calmed a little. Zoey looked up at the nurse. “Has her husband been contacted?”

  The man nodded. “He’s out of town, but he said he’d catch the first plane here.”

  “Good.”

  After fifteen more minutes of reassuring Kayla that she needed to think of her baby, her breaths finally slowed. Because of her pregnancy, she’d had to stop her anxiety medication. Going cold turkey had helped fuel her hysteria. Finally Kayla let the nurse take care of her.

  Close to eleven, Zoey hugged Kayla goodbye. “Make sure to schedule another appointment,” Zoey said. “We need to talk about what happened, okay?” The anxiety-ridden woman didn’t need any more guilt.

  “I will. And thank you, Dr. Donovan.”

  As long as Zoey was at the hospital, she might as well pick up a few files from her office. She’d read them tomorrow after enjoying a nice breakfast with her men. My men. It had a nice ring to it. She had to smile at her good fortune. Who would have guessed coming close to death would have united her with two fantastic men?

  From the ER, Zoey passed through the big double doors that led to an inner corridor. Ever since the incident with Garrett McDonald a few days ago, she’d been vigilant when walking these halls. She now listened for strange noises, watched out for someone waving a gun—okay that she didn’t expect to see—and sniffed for out-of-place smells. To her right were some administrative offices. As she neared the bank of elevators at the end of the corridor, she came to the Family Room where the doctors brought people to discuss organ donation and their loved one’s condition. A strange moaning sound emanated from inside. Zoey stopped to listen. Was someone injured and trying to call for help? Heart beating a bit too fast, she strained to hear if perhaps she’d made a mistake. More groans reached her.

  Needing to check it out, she eased open the doors to the darkened room. “Hello?”