Page 49 of My Three Hometown Firefighters
He walks back in a few minutes later with a steaming cup in his hand. The other two men follow him into the room.
I move to sit up against the headboard, so Warren can hand me the cup. “Thank you,” I whisper. The first sip burns, but after a few more, it doesn’t hurt as much.
Grayson sets my meds and some water on the nightstand. “How are you feeling?”
My mind catalogues how I feel right now. “I don’t think my fever is as high, so that helps. My throat is still killing me, though.”
“The antibiotics should help soon,” he says.
Tucker sets a duffle bag I recognize on the foot of the bed. “I went back to your place last night and grabbed some stuff I thought you might need.”
“Thank you,” I tell him.
“You can thank me later by explaining everything that’s in your bedside table,” he says with a wink.
I blush. At least this time it’s because of something other than my fever.
“I wasn’t even trying to be nosy. I was just trying to find these,” he says, holding up my pack of birth control pills. “I knew you’d want to have them.”
True.
“What was in the drawer?” Grayson asks.
“Toys… lots of toys,” Tucker says with a gleam in his eyes. “I think Little Miss ‘I Don’t Think I Like Sex’ has been holding out on us. She might not have enjoyed sex with partners a lot of the time, but our girl has had a lot of fun by herself.”
My teeth grind together as I glare at him.
He holds up both of his hands in front of his stupid, handsome face. I want to rip his damn mustache right off his face right now.
Okay, no. I actually don’t want to do that.His mustache is surprisingly very handsome.
“Don’t look at me like that, Sunshine. You’re the one with all the supersized dildos and butt plugs.”
Reaching beside me, I grab one of the pillows and chuck it at him.
“Anal?” Grayson and Warren ask in unison.
Yes… Fuck. I like anal.I’ve always been too scared to do it with anyone else, but in the confines of my bedroom, I love it.
“Dammit. I can’t get hard right now,” Grayson growls. “Take your meds so you can get better.”
Tucker busts out laughing. “Because he suddenly can’t think of anything besides fucking your ass.”
“Shut your mouth,” Grayson barks.
“Are you going to lie through your teeth and say youaren’tthinking about fucking her perfect ass right now?” Tucker taunts.
“We’re all thinking about her ass now,” Warren groans. He steps around Grayson, handing me my meds.
I take them. It doesn’t hurt as much as last night.
Warren shows me how to work the remote, so I can watch a movie on the television mounted on the opposite wall.
Grayson leans down, kissing my cheek. “I wasn’t lying about wanting to fuck you. I don’t think that feeling is ever going to go away, but I’m glad you’re feeling a little better. You scared the shit out of me last night.”
“Me too,” Tucker says, crawling up onto the bed beside me. He wraps his arm around my shoulders, so I lean into him. I wiggle down until my head is resting against his chest.
The next twenty-four hours pass in a blur of movies, snuggles, and medicine.
