I Discharged Two Shrimper Brothers, Then Took Them Both Home novel · Chapter 3 of 24

Chapter 3: Boots at the Door

In her bed she takes Rhett in her mouth while Boone eats her from behind, and neither has had anyone since October.

Rhett lay on my iron bed with his jeans open, and I knelt between his knees with his cock in my hand.

He was thick and hot and heavy, and the head was already wet, and my fingers did not close all the way around him.

He had his arms thrown back over his head and his hands wrapped around the bars of the headboard.

I had not told him to do that.

He had done it by himself, and he was holding on hard.

"Doc," he said. "Please."

"Not yet."

I ran my thumb up the underside, slow, and watched his stomach muscles jump.

Boone stood at the foot of the bed in his open jeans, with his chest bare and his eyes on both of us.

"Boone," I said without looking away from Rhett. "Take your pants off and get behind me."

I heard the denim hit the floor.

The mattress dipped as he climbed on, and his hands came to my hips.

Both of them were warm and broad, and they covered more than half of me.

He pushed my dress up over my ass, and he was quiet for a moment.

"Ma'am," he said, hoarse. "Tell me what you want."

"I want your mouth," I said. "And I want you to take your time."

I bent down and took Rhett into my mouth.

He tasted of salt and skin.

He filled my mouth so full that I had to open my jaw wide and breathe through my nose.

I heard him groan above me, a deep, ragged sound, and the bed frame rattled under his grip.

At the same moment, Boone's tongue slid along me from behind.

I jerked and almost lost my rhythm.

He licked me slowly, from my clit all the way back, with the flat of his tongue and then the tip.

He held my hips still when I tried to rock, and I could not move at all.

I was on my hands and knees between two men who each outweighed me by a hundred pounds.

They had me where they wanted me.

I did not mind.

I took Rhett deeper and sucked, and I felt him hit the back of my throat.

"Jesus," Rhett said. "Doc. Christ."

I hollowed my cheeks and went up slowly and down again, with my hand working the part I couldn't fit.

Behind me, Boone found a steady rhythm, and he used his fingers, too, two of them, easing inside me while his mouth worked my clit.

I moaned around Rhett's cock, and Rhett swore and arched his back.

"Don't stop," Boone said into me, so low I barely heard it. "Please don't stop."

I wasn't sure which of us he meant.

I didn't stop.

I sucked Rhett until his thighs shook, and I let Boone eat me until the pleasure climbed my spine in a tight, bright line.

I came first, with Rhett in my mouth, and the sound I made went into him.

He swore again and his hips jerked up.

His big hand slid into my twist-out and closed, not guiding me, only holding.

"That's it, Doc," he said, ragged. "Take it. You take everything I've got."

I pushed back against Boone's tongue and sucked harder, and the sound Rhett made filled the room.

Boone's fingers curled inside me and found the place that made my vision spark.

I rode his hand and his mouth and I did not let go of Rhett.

Boone kept going through every wave, gentle now, his tongue barely moving.

When I was shaking and too sensitive to bear it, I pushed his head away with my free hand.

He sat back on his heels, breathing hard.

I lifted my mouth off Rhett and looked up at him.

His face was wrecked.

His eyes were wide and wet and fixed on me, and his knuckles had gone white on the headboard.

"Doc," he said. "I'm about to come."

"I know," I said. "Do it."

I took him back in, and I looked at him the whole time.

He came with a rough shout, and his hips came off the mattress.

I swallowed all of it and kept my mouth on him until he stopped shaking.

I sat up and wiped my lip with my thumb.

Rhett lay there with his chest heaving and his eyes closed.

"Thank you," he said, a little drunk. "Thank you, Doc."

"No," I said.

He opened one eye.

"Nobody says thank you in my bed," I said. "That's for patients. You're not my patients anymore."

"Yes, ma'am," he said.

"I mean it, Rhett."

"I know you do."

He smiled, slow and broken, and I felt it in my knees.

"I'm going to go on being grateful. You can't stop me."

I turned my head and looked over my shoulder at Boone.

He was kneeling on the mattress behind me with his hands on his thighs, and his cock stood out hard and flushed against his stomach.

He was long and a little narrower than his brother, and it was wet at the tip.

He had not touched himself once.

"You haven't come," I said.

"No, ma'am. I didn't think I was supposed to."

"Lie down."

He lay down next to his brother, careful to leave a gap between their shoulders, and a stripe of sheet showed in the middle.

Neither of them looked at it.

I climbed over Boone and settled on my knees with his cock in my hand.

His breath stopped.

"Dr. Brailsford," he said, and his voice cracked on it.

"I'm not at work."

"No, ma'am."

I took him in my mouth.

He was different from Rhett, longer and slimmer, with a faint taste of soap, and I could take almost all of him.

He made a small, helpless noise, and his hand came up and rested on the back of my head without pushing.

I looked up the length of him.

His gray eyes were open, and he watched me the whole time.

I took him deeper, and he said "oh" in a voice I had never heard him use.

While I was sucking Boone, Rhett's big hand closed on my hip.

He pulled, and I went with him, my mouth still on his brother.

He tugged me sideways until my knees were on either side of his face.

I should have seen it coming.

Rhett lifted me by the waist with one arm and set me down on his mouth.

I cried out around Boone's cock.

Rhett's tongue was broad and hot and unhurried.

He licked me open and held my thighs apart with both of his big hands, and he groaned into me, hungry and unhurried at once.

I felt the vibration all the way up my spine.

"Oh God," I said, and lost Boone for a second, and took him back.

Boone's hand tightened in my hair.

He did not guide me.

He only held on, and his knuckles shook.

I rode Rhett's mouth and sucked Boone's cock, and the two of them didn't touch each other anywhere.

Between us there was only me.

I was a small woman in the middle of the bed.

A man's tongue was inside me, and another man's heat was on my tongue.

I was the only thing they were both holding.

The second orgasm came up slowly.

It built in my thighs and my stomach, and when Rhett closed his lips around my clit and sucked, it broke.

I came hard, grinding down on his face and moaning around Boone, and Rhett held me through it with his hands under my ass.

Boone groaned loud above me.

"Ma'am, I can't hold it."

I hummed around him, to say yes.

His hips lifted.

He came in a hot rush on my tongue, saying a word that wasn't my name.

I took it, and swallowed, and stayed with him.

When it was over he lay back with his arm over his eyes.

I was not finished, and Rhett knew it.

His hands were still on my ass, and he did not let me climb away.

He slid me down his chest and over his stomach until my knees straddled his right thigh.

The muscle was tight and hot under me, and I left it slick.

"Ride it, Doc," he said. "Go on. Take what you want."

I braced my palms on his chest and rolled my hips, and my clit dragged along the length of that thigh.

I was so sensitive it bordered on pain, and it was perfect.

Boone had lowered his arm.

He lay beside us, wrecked and wide-eyed, with his hand pressed flat against my back.

"Look at me," I said to him.

He looked.

I ground down on his brother's leg, faster, and Rhett pulled my hips harder along him.

"That's it," he said. "Use me."

Boone's fingers closed on my wrist, and he made a low, hungry sound.

The third one came short and sharp, with Boone's gray eyes on my face and Rhett's hands holding my hips.

I cried out and rocked through every last tremor on that thigh, and Rhett said "Doc, Doc" under me, rough and low, until I stopped.

I bent over Rhett's chest, shaking, and then I fell sideways between them, onto the stripe of sheet.

The three of us lay there, staring at the ceiling fan and listening to each other breathe.

My legs were shaking.

My jaw ached.

Rhett's hand found my waist and Boone's found my shoulder, and neither one reached across me.

"It's been since October," Rhett said, to the ceiling. "Before the boat."

"Same," Boone said.

I looked at him.

"I didn't want anybody," he said. "Until you put your hands on my shoulder."

"Why don't the two of you ever talk to each other?" I said.

I felt Rhett go still beside me.

"He was in Savannah," Rhett said. "The week I was in the hospital."

His voice stayed even.

"They took me back in for the second surgery, and he was in Savannah."

Boone did not answer.

His hand stayed on my shoulder, but it had gone cold.

"Yes sir," he said, at last, very quietly.

Nobody said anything else.

The ceiling fan turned, and I lay between them, holding both of their hands, hearing what they weren't saying.

After a while Rhett's thumb moved on my waist.

"Doc," he said. "Is it Saturdays only?"

"That's the rule."

"Tuesday's close to Saturday," Boone said.

I turned my face into the pillow so they couldn't see me laugh.

"Ask me again in the morning," I said.

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