Page 43 of Koa's Little Girl
“Pippa sent you this picture,” Zale said, walking forward to hand Giana a piece of paper. He waited as she fumbled with the covers to get a hand free to take it. Koa stepped closer to see a decorated, coloring book page showing a bunny with an icepack on his head. Underneath, Pippa had carefully printed,Let Daddy help you.
When Giana glancedup at him, Zale said, “It’s your choice, little girl. I’m glad to examine you and help you feel better, but I will treat you as a little girl. If you’re not comfortable with that, I’ll be glad to suggest a great doctor who treats adults if you don’t currently have a physician.”
Giana was quiet for a few seconds. Zale would treat her as intimately as her own daddy did. Pippa had told her before that Pippa understood Zale would see others naked to take care of them. Giana had seen how much Zale cared for Pippa. She understood Zale’s intention was simply to do as he stated—to help her feel better.
“I feel awful, Zale. Everybody trusts you. Please help me.”
“You got it, Giana.” Zale turned to Koa and asked, “Would you undress Giana completely so I can examine her while I get myself organized?”
“You’ve got it.” Koa brushed his fingers through Giana’s hair before leaning down to kiss her forehead. “Let’s get you feeling better, Flame.”
When she nodded, he gently turned back the blanket he’d thrown over her earlier. He helped her sit up and stripped off the uniform shirt she still wore from work and her no-nonsense bra. Giana settled back against the covers with a sigh of relief when that small expenditure of energy challenged her. She could see the concern wrinkling Koa’s face when she was so weak.
“Zale’s going to help you, little girl. Let’s get these pants off you.” When she tried to help, Koa gently tugged her hands away and finished removing her clothing.
“Roll Giana onto her side, facing the middle of the bed,” Zale directed, picking up the thick thermometer case.
Koa moved her into position with her knees bent up toward her tummy.
Giana tried to roll backward. Koa stood by her side, holding her in position. “Be good, little girl.”
“I’m going to check your temperature first, Giana. Relax your bottom,” Zale instructed, gently parting her buttocks with a gloved hand.
Cool air flowed over her small entrance for a split second before Zale’s finger applied lubricant to the tight ring of muscles. Giana groaned when he pressed that digit inside and rubbed the mixture on the sides of the narrow passage. Despite Koa’s frequent attentions here as he cared for her and during their sexy times, the touch felt taboo and arousing. She could feel herself getting wet. Both men would see.
Koa’s hand caressed her shoulder as Zale’s finger slid from her bottom. “What a perfect little girl you are, Flame.”
She knew what was coming next. The thick thermometer filled her. She shivered at the feel of the cold glass invading her. Koa quickly subdued her move to straighten her legs and roll away.
“Behave, Flame. I will spank you if you’re naughty,” Koa warned.
Giana froze immediately. She’d quickly learned that Koa always told the truth. He wouldn’t threaten anything that he didn’t intend to follow through on. Time seemed to creep by as the thick device in her bottom warmed. Finally, Zale removed it from her bottom.
“That’s too high, Giana. No wonder you don’t feel good,” Zale commiserated with her.
Zale tucked something under her hips before Koa rolled her onto her back. It crinkled under her weight.
“Let’s sit her up, Koa. Why don’t you prop her up from behind?” Zale suggested as they lifted her torso from the covers.
The bed dipped behind her as Koa propped one knee on the mattress. He helped her settle back against him. Zale smiled at Giana as she met his gaze. Somehow, looking directly at him felt more intimate. Giana crossed her arms over her chest.
Zale gently pressed her hands down to her sides. “None of that, little girl. I need to see all of you to help you feel better. Okay?”
That slight effort had wiped out the last of her energy. Giana nodded and whispered, “Okay.”
“Good girl. Can you open your mouth for me, Giana? It sounds like a frog is living in your throat,” Zale teased.
Obediently, Giana followed his directions and let Zale examine her. The feel of the tongue depressor was familiar and reassuring. Zale knew what he was doing. The thought that his use of the wooden stick proved his medical knowledge tickled Giana. Unfortunately, that started her coughing.
“Yep, you’ve got it, Giana,” Zale said sadly.
“What?” she whispered.
“The crud,” he said seriously before winking at her.
“I knew it,” Koa joked from behind her.
Giana rolled her eyes. They were such daddies, trying to distract her from feeling so bad.
