by Chloe Lang
He pressed his lips to hers. “Yes, Doctor.”
Chapter Nineteen
“The pillows are fine, baby.” Lying on his back on the right side of the bed, Dustin grabbed Paris’s hand. “I’m very comfortable.”
Mick nodded. “Who wouldn’t be in this place? I can’t get over this room. Hard to believe there’s a hotel this grand in a town this size. Wilde is a little smaller than Destiny, don’t you think?”
“Probably,” he said. “The Dream Hotel is nice but it’s nothing like this.”
Paris crawled in next to him on the left side of the bed. “Maude has a right to be proud of her hotel. It’s something else. I love the Gregory Peck Suite.” She giggled. “I wonder why she calls the rooms and suites by celebrities’ names?”
“Who knows?” Dustin shrugged. “We’ll have to ask her tomorrow morning about that, but right now I have something else in mind to pass the time.”
She sat up. “No, you don’t, mister. You’re still my patient and under my care. You’ll just have to wait for a few more days. No arguments. I don’t want you to reinjure yourself. You know I’m right.”
“I do, but I also know how to work around it.” He stroked her hair. “I have a plan.”
She shook her head. “You aren’t serious?”
“Baby, we just got back together. Your dad gave Mick and me his blessing. We need to celebrate.”
“We had burgers and champagne in the lobby.”
“A nice way to kick off our celebration, but there’s a better way, a more intimate way. The three of us have been apart for so long. Tonight is our night.”
“Bro, are you sure?” Mick stood next to the bed. “You did take a bullet yesterday.”
“No organs were hit. I’m fine, but Dr. Paris is right. I need to be careful. So, I’m going to stay here on the bed and give you and our little sweet sub directions.”
Paris’s cheeks turned red. “You’re going to do what?”
“You heard me, baby.” He cupped her chin, loving the feel of her excited tremble on his hand. “You don’t want me to move, then you better do what I say, sub.”
Her smile sent him to the moon. “Yes, Sir. What do you have in mind?”
“First, I want you to go stand at the foot of this bed.”
She gave him a cute salute. “As you wish, Master.”
“Mick, come sit on the bed with me. Our sub is going to give us a show.”
“I love how your mind works, bro.” Mick jumped on the bed, leaning his back against the wooden headboard.
“Now what, Sir?” Paris folded her arms over her chest, clearly a little nervous, which only fueled his fire.
“Get your cell phone.”
She frowned. “My cell?”
“Are you questioning me, sub?”
She shook her head. “No, Sir. Not at all. My phone is in my purse.”
“Go get it, baby. Now.”
She reached in her purse and pulled out her cell, holding it up for him and Mick to see. “Here it is, Masters.”
“Good. Now put it on speaker and play that sexy Gya Gaynor song you love so much.”
Her eyes widened. “What song, Sir?”
“The one I’ve caught you dancing to back at the clinic several times.”
“You did?”
“Oh yes, I did. You’ve got quite the moves, baby. I think it’s called ‘Fire it Up.’ You had some amazing moves that I want you to recreate here while you take off your clothes for Mick and me. Go slow and make us burn with your best strip tease, sub.”
“But it’s a fast song, Dustin…I mean, Sir.”
He grinned. “Just take your clothes off slowly. You can move that gorgeous body as fast as you like.”
“Yeah, baby.” Mick’s voice rumbled low, clearly loving this as much as he was. “Listen to your Masters.”
“Yes, Sirs, but could I have a drink of the champagne we brought up?”
“I don’t know if we should, Dustin.” Mick winked. “What do you think?”
“As long as she drinks it down fast, I don’t think it will hurt anything.”
“I will. I promise.” She raced to the table, which held her purse and the bottle of champagne, still half-full after their lunch. “Where are the glasses?”
“Do you need a glass, baby?”
“I guess not, Sir.” She brought the bottle to her lush lips.
Seeing her hands on the champagne bottle and her lips on its opening caused his cock to harden in his jeans.
When she placed the bottle back on the table, he doubted she’d left a single drop inside.
Licking her lips, she reached in her purse and brought out her cell.
“Damn, Dustin, she doesn’t even realize how sexy she’s being.”
“No she doesn’t, but that makes it all the hotter.”
“Damn right it does.”
Paris moved back to the foot of the bed. “Ready, boys?”
“Boys?” He tilted his head to the side in a show of disapproval, though he found her words and actions very alluring.
She smiled. “Masters. Are you ready?”
“Yes. Knock our socks off.”
She clicked on the song and placed her cell at the foot of the bed. The song had a pounding powerful bass line that vibrated in the room that the lyrics matched note for note.
Feel my sexy coming on,
Your touch will get me through.
My body is so hot, hot, hot,
Let me fire it up for you,
My skin is sizzling,
You know just what to do,
Fire it up. Fire it up.
This dance is just for you.
The song pulsed through the room, vibrating every surface.
Paris closed her eyes and swayed back and forth, clearly letting the music take hold of her. When she opened her brown eyes, she began slowly unbuttoning her top while wiggling her delicious curves to the strong beat.
Every second he watched her, Dustin’s pulse burned in his veins. “Fuck. That’s perfect, baby.”
“You look so hot, sweetheart.” Mick’s primal tone told him how turned on he was, too.
Removing her top, she tossed it to them, singing along with the song. “Feel my sexy coming on. Your touch will get me through.” She turned her back to them and unsnapped her bra, taking it off and throwing it over her naked shoulder. She danced over to the bathroom door.
He followed her every move, loving the shake of her perfect ass.
She looked over her shoulder at them. “My body is so hot, hot, hot. Let me fire it up for you.” She stepped into the bathroom.
“Where’s she going?” Mick asked.
Before he could respond, Paris peeked her head out of the bathroom. “My skin is sizzling.” She came out, carrying a towel, which she held in front of her chest. “You know just what to do.” In a teasing movement, she lowered the white cloth, giving them a clear view of her full breasts. She pulled the towel through her legs.
Although she still had her jeans on, the gesture drove him wild with lust.
“Dustin, holy hell, she is hot.”
“My sentiments exactly.”
Swinging the towel over her head and running her fingers through her hair with her other hand, she continued singing, “Fire it up. Fire it up.” She danced back to the foot of the bed and tossed the towel at them. “This dance is just for you.”
“Yes, it is.” He growled, dying to touch her.
She brought her delicate fingers to her jeans and unbuttoned them. Turning around to the beat of the music, she slid her jeans halfway down her ass, allowing them a little peek before pulling them back up.
“Feel my sexy coming on,” she sang, wiggling her curves in front of them.
“Oh, we’re feeling it all right,” Mick yelled.
She stepped out of her jeans, leaving only her little pink thong. “Your touch will get me through.”
Hunger rolled through Dustin like a lion. “Damn right, it will.”
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br /> “My body is so hot, hot, hot.”
Mick pounded on the mattress. “Like a volcano, baby.”
She grinned, covering her breasts with her hands. “Let me fire it up for you.”
“Oh shit, I can’t take much more of this, Dustin.”
“Me either. We’re going to have to take matters into our own hands now.”
She leaned over the footboard. “My skin is sizzling. You know just what to do.”
“Fuck yes, we know what to do.” Mick leapt from the bed and ripped her thong off of her. He lifted her up in his arms. “Your part of the show is completed. Now it’s our turn.”
Just as the song ended, Mick carried her to the bed.
“Please, Sir. Don’t forget his injury. Be careful placing me in the bed next to him.
Dustin smiled. “I’ve got this, sub. Set your doctoring aside until I say so.”
“Yes, Sir, but—”
“No ‘buts,’ sub.”
“Yes, Master.”
God, I can’t get enough of her.
“I am going to be careful, though, Dustin. If we’re going to drive back to Destiny tomorrow, we don’t want you to rip your stitches tonight.”
“I know, but she needs to stop worrying. You and I got this.”
“Yes, we do.” Mick lowered her carefully down onto the mattress next to him on the middle of the bed, and then crawled in on the left side, placing her between them.
“This is perfect.” Dustin couldn’t believe how lucky he was. How long had they all waited to be together? Now their future was finally about to begin. “Sub, lean over here and give me a kiss.”
“Yes, Master.” She gingerly did as he’d commanded, making him want her all the more. As her lips pressed into his, he reached up and fondled her full breasts, paying special attention to her nipples with his fingers.
He gazed into her gorgeous brown eyes. “God, you are beautiful.” He brought his finger up to her soft lips. “Time for you to show me what this mouth of yours can do.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She shifted down the bed and grabbed his cock, pulling a lusty moan out of him. She sat up, releasing him. “Dustin, are you all right? Did I hurt you?”
He laughed. “You’re not even close to my injury, baby.” He pointed to his right side. “I’m fine. Stop worrying or I’m going to have Mick slap your ass until you do, understand?”
She bit her bottom lip and lowered her gaze, which made her look even sexier. “Yes, Sir. I understand.”
“Very good. If you don’t get started, baby, injury or not, I’m going to take you here and now.”
Without a word, she bent down and dragged her tongue up and down his shaft, fueling his primal side.
While she bathed his cock, his brother fingered her pussy.
“How wet is she, Mick?”
“Our sub is soaked, bro. I think I’ll drink up her sweet juices while she gives you your blow job.”
“Sounds hot to me. Get on all fours, baby, so he can crawl under you.”
“Uh-huh,” she responded, which was fine since her mouth was full of his dick.
Mick shoved his head between her legs and began lapping up her cream.
She moaned, vibrating her lips along his shaft. She circled his cockhead with her tongue, driving him mad with possessive desire.
When she swallowed his dick, he stroked her hair, loving the feel of her silky locks on his hands. “So good, sub. I love your beside manner. I’m feeling much better. Keep it up.”
She tightened her lips around him, sliding up and down his cock. The suction she created and hearing his brother eating her out made him even hotter.
“She tastes so good, bro. She’s getting close.”
Seeing the goose bumps popping up on her soft skin, Dustin knew Mick was right, which sent him into a sizzling frenzy. “Swallow me, sub. Swallow all of me.”
She bobbed up and down him, sucking on his cock hard.
He could feel his heart thudding in his chest as the pending eruption rumbled inside him.
“That’s our girl,” Mick said. “Come for us.”
His brother’s words let Dustin know she’d reached climax, which sent him over the brink.
“Fuuuck.” He came, and she swallowed every drop. His body was out of control, and he moved slightly, despite the bite of pain from his wound that followed. His injury didn’t matter at this most intimate moment.
All that did matter to him was Paris. She’s mine and Mick’s.
Paris released his cock and gazed at him. He could see in her eyes she was concerned about him.
“I’m fine, baby.” He pointed to his bandage. “Still in place and no blood.”
She sighed in relief. “Thank goodness.”
“It’s Mick’s turn, sub. Think of me not only as Master but as your director, too.”
“Yes, Sir.”
His brother was a Dom, so he had to follow protocol. “That work for you, Mick?”
“Absolutely, bro.” His brother stretched on the left side of the bed. “You call the shots, tonight.” Mick reached down and pulled a condom out of the pocket of his jeans. “I’ll make sure she gives you the show you want.”
“Great. Give me your phone.”
She retrieved it from the foot of the bed and handed it to him.
He restarted Gya Gaynor’s sexy song. As the pulsing beat rang out, he commanded, “Sub, get on top of Master Mick. I want you to sing while he makes love to you.”
She smiled. “I don’t know if I can do that, Sir, but I’ll try to sing.”
He touched her cheek. “You can do it. I know you can.”
“Yes, Master.” She crawled onto his brother. “Like this?”
“Yes, baby. Just like that. Now take his cock and put it inside you.”
“You’re hired, bro. You can direct me any time.”
He laughed. “Sub, time to ride Master Mick and sing.”
Breathlessly, she belted out the words. “Feel my sexy coming on. Your touch will get me through. My body is so hot, hot, hot. Let me fire it up for you. Ahh…is sizzling. You know just…ooh…Fire it up. Fire it up. This dance is just for you. God, yes.”
Watching her obey sent a fresh blaze of lust through him. Dustin had awakened her inner exhibitionist in her, which thrilled him. There would be more nights like these, and he couldn’t wait to let Mick take over the director’s chair and he’d be the leading man.
His brother held Paris by the waist, thrusting deep into her body. The look of sheer ecstasy on her face excited him and he began fisting his own cock, imagining how it would feel to have her pussy tightening around it.
“Sexy. Touch. Body. Fire. Yes. Yes. Yes.” She pounded on Mick’s pecs. “Coming. I’m coming, Masters.”
“Me, too, baby,” Mick yelled, thrusting up into her body. “Damn. My fire is blazing.”
“Me, too.” Dustin pulled hard on his cock. “Fuuck.” He shot his second release onto his stomach and chest.
Still breathing hard, Paris collapsed between them. “That was the most…I mean…never have I…what can I say…” She kissed him and Mick. “Wow.”
Chapter Twenty
On the road back to Destiny in her SUV, Paris sat in the passenger seat as Mick drove and Dustin stretched out in the back with the blanket and pillows Maude had provided them. Dustin had grumbled when she’d lowered the seats to make him the best bed possible, saying he was fine. She’d finally convinced him it was for the best due to the length of the drive and not wanting to aggravate his injury.
“I really think you are going overboard with my treatment, baby.”
She grinned. “We’re only thirty minutes out of Wilde and you’ve only told me that five times, honey. Can I expect you to continue for the whole trip with your complaints?”
“I really am able to sit up and drive.”
She turned and smiled at him. “Doctors are always the very worst patients. They always think they know what’s best. But you better liste
n to me and—”
“I think you’ve forgotten something, Paris Cottrell.” He stared at her with his gorgeous gray eyes. “You’re a doctor, too.”
Mick shook his head. “God help me if you both get sick at the same time.”
They all laughed.
“Dustin, will you please, for me, do what I’m asking you to do so I won’t worry.”
“You got him on the ropes now, baby.” Mick chuckled. “Don’t pull any punches.”
“Okay, sweetheart. I’ll be your best patient ever. But when I get the green light that I’m okay, you’re going to have to pay for your bedside manner and I have some very wicked ideas as to how.”
She tingled with excitement, hearing Dustin’s voice deepen. “Ideas? I’m sure you do, Dr. Ryder.”
“Hey, Mick. What do you think about us ramping up the old game of ‘playing doctor’ with Paris?”
“Damn right, I’m in.”
“Perfect. And we’ll find out what kind of patient she really is.”
“You two are devils.”
Dustin smiled. “Doms and devils, baby.”
Mick placed his hand on her thigh and squeezed. “And we’re your devil Doms, Paris.”
“Always,” Dustin added.
Mick looked into the rearview mirror. “Your dad is keeping up with us with Old Martha. I’m impressed. My truck isn’t the easiest vehicle to drive.”
“Dad can drive any vehicle. He loves cars almost as much as Eddie and Curtis Blue.” Since her dad had flown into Wilde, he’d offered to drive Mick’s truck back to Destiny. “He’s always over at their garage shooting the breeze. Mark my words, he’s going to have a list for you to get your truck running perfectly.”
“I have no doubt about that, baby.”
“Speaking of lists.” Dustin sat up. “We need to start ours for our wedding.”
“First we need to set a date,” Mick said.
Dustin nodded. “I agree. The sooner the better. We’ve wasted enough time.”
“Why don’t we just get Ethel to marry us in her chambers? No fuss. I just want to be Mrs. Ryder.”
“Are you sure, sweetheart?” Dustin reached over the seat and touched her cheek. “You deserve whatever you want.”