Page 23 of The Triplets and the Blonde

“No.” I was leaving out the part that I had never actually had sex. I mean I had fooled around with a few guys, but that was it. “These things are hot around my legs. I can’t take it anymore.”

“It should be. Sex is life, literally. You know you could wrap those hot legs around me.” Derek licked his lips.

For a moment I contemplated it. What it would feel like to have his strong, hard body between my legs. He had to be experienced. He had so many flings, that there was no way he was awful in bed. Vickie had told me that some men had no clue how to please a woman. All they cared about was getting theirs and then they were done. She called them one pump chumps. There was no way Derek was one of those people.

I was certain all three of The Trips knew how to please women. Even Jason who seemed to have no interest in his brother's way of banging women and then disposing of them. I had bet Jason dated women for long periods of time. Maybe that was why he didn’t share. He knew how Aiden and Derek were.

My legs were achy. I needed to move them. How long had it been since I stood on them? I sat up and scooted to the end of the bed. Even though I had a catheter in and an IV I was going to stand. My legs were getting restless.

Before I had the chance to push off from the bed Derek was there. When had he opened the gate? Had it been open the whole time? I guessed they weren’t concerned with me running away. Not that I could get very far.

“What are you doing?” Derek asked. His voice was filled with concern. Probably because he wanted my legs around him.

“Getting up. I can’t stay like this.” I waved my hand around.

“Fine.” Derek scratched his head. “If you must, give me a few minutes. I’ll get the doctor in here. If she gives you clearance, I’ll walk you around.”

“Or, I get up now and you can’t do shit to stop me.” I pointed to the gate. “I’m already locked up. What more can you do?”

“Look, if she gives you clearance, I’ll take you for a walk outside.” Derek cupped my face.

His hand against me sent a chill through my body. I leaned into his touch.Shit. Kira, concentrate.“And what if she doesn’t?”

“Then you lay your ass back down and obey her instructions.” Derek pulled his hand away.

“You seem serious, you are Derek, right?” I had assumed it was him without asking.

“Duh, you couldn’t tell. I’m the sexiest triplet.” Derek grinned.

For a moment, my heart melted. I laughed. There was no sexiest triplet. They were impossible to tell apart. Yet, Derek was making jokes and I was laughing. Ugh. I had to stop this. I had to keep reminding myself, they were keeping me prisoner. They were the bad guys.

“Deal?” Derek asked when I still hadn’t said anything about listening to The Doc.

Getting outside could prove useful. If I could learn where I was in correlation to getting out of the mansion, that would be useful. Once I had the chance I could escape. Then I could meet Vickie in Mexico. “Deal,” I replied.

It didn’t take long for The Doc to arrive. She wasn’t too pleased with me removing the ‘socks’ that were around my legs. That was what she called them. I said they were death traps.

After a little bit of back and forth she agreed to remove the IV and catheter. I had to promise to drink lots of water and rest as much as possible. Since I was trapped in a cell I didn’t think the resting part would be too hard. It was a bit odd that she didn’t mention anything about me being in a cell. Like that part didn’t matter to her.

It must have been because I was homeless. Yes she was a doctor but that only took kindness so far. Only the Rich could afford that type of education. They became doctors to help themselves and The Elite. They didn’t roam the streets looking for new patients to help.

“So, she can take a stroll?” Derek asked the doc.

“Yes, but be mindful and have a wheelchair ready in case.” She pointed at me. “Don’t push yourself too far.”

I nodded but was already looking around for my pants to put on. There was a new shelf in the room. It had a cup, some toiletries and a vase on the top shelf. Underneath that was some clothing folded up. I went through them. A pair of sweatpants, t-shirt, underwear, and three skirts. I shook my head, I had a strong feeling the skirts were Derek’s idea.

Once the doc was gone, I started getting dressed. It proved harder than I thought. My legs were weak, my back still in pain. The infection must have been worse than I thought.

Stumbling, I grabbed onto the closest thing to me. It was Derek. He scooped me up and placed me on the bed. I went to grab my pants and he took them from my hand.

“Stop being so stubborn. I know we made a deal for a walk but maybe you should rest. Or wear one of the skirts.” He grinned.

“Funny. I just lost my balance. I got this.” I reached for the pants again.

He swatted my hand away. Reluctantly I lifted my leg for him to dress me. He was gentle. Even though my bits were exposed he seemed to not look. He quickly slid on my pants, he even lifted my bottom to slide them over. He didn’t make one comment or make a quick graze over anything. It was like he respected me.

“Huh,” I let out a sigh of shock.

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