Love Under Two Doctors Page 21

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  “Boy oh boy, someone sure has been floating all afternoon,” Kelsey Benedict said.

  “Humming along to the radio and wiggling her hips, uh-huh.” Tracy Alvarez-Kendall gave a little booty wiggle herself.

  Michelle grinned at the gentle teasing. She’d arrived for the dinner shift because Carla had called in sick. So far she’d been kept pretty busy, and there hadn’t been any real time to chat. She’d gotten straight to work, the Tuesday crowd a little heavier than usual.

  Michelle didn’t feel bad that there’d been no time to tell her cousins about the change in her relationship status. She wouldn’t have had to say a word, anyway. This was Lusty, Texas, after all, and by now the entire town would know that she’d had two dates with Joe Grant—and that he’d tried to suck her tongue out of her mouth in her parents’ driveway.

  She, Michelle Amanda Parker, was actually involved in a relationship! Of course her thrill went far deeper than just that.

  Finally she was in love—head over heels in love—and the man she loved, loved her back. He hadn’t actually asked her to marry him, but she knew with a confidence that felt completely foreign even as it went soul deep that it was only a matter of time.

  “I’ve just been in an exceptionally good mood today,” Michelle said. It was hard to keep her smile in check, but she did her best.

  “If I didn’t know better, I’d say our Michelle got laid last night.” Tracy’s very loud whisper turned Michelle’s face beet red. Knowing there was no help for it, and not really very concerned, she turned and faced her cousins.

  “Uh-huh.” And she grinned.

  “Oh! Oh, Michelle!” Teasing left Tracy’s face and she rushed over and threw her arms around her. Then she pulled back and put her hands on Michelle’s shoulders. “Honey, are you good?” Michelle sputtered and Tracy scowled. “Oh, crap, that didn’t come out right. What I meant is, are you—”

  Michelle laughed. “I’m great. I’m pretty good, too, for a novice, or so Joe said. That was probably TMI, but I’m really great. He’s great. It’s great.”

  “You’re in love with him.” Kelsey looked so happy for her.

  “I am. I’m finally in love, and…it’s mutual.”

  “I knew that man wasn’t coming around just for my cooking,” Kelsey said. She gave Michelle a hug. The door to the dining room swung open.

  “Well, boy, howdy. Don’t tell me I missed the announcement.”

  Michelle turned to grin at Ginny. Michelle had never met a woman more accepting, and more positive, in all her life than Ginny Rose, soon-to-be Kendall. Considering all that Ginny had been through, Michelle thought she was likely the best woman she knew—well, not counting Grandma Kate and Aunt Samantha, and her own mother, of course.

  “No announcements, not yet. But soon. I know it’s going to be soon.”

  Ginny Rose came over and gave her a big hug. “I’m glad. I like Joe. He’s solid and steady. And he’s not hard on the eyes, either.”

  “This from the woman who has two very handsome studs of her own,” Kelsey said.

  “I may be engaged to be married, and expecting my second child, but there’s nothing wrong with my eyesight.”

  Tracy sighed and rested her hands on her stomach. “They’re all gorgeous, aren’t they? Our men?”

  “Mmm, yes they are, indeed,” Kelsey said. Then she wagged her finger at Michelle. “You listen here, Missy. There’re already three of us here knocked up. Don’t you be getting any ideas. I’m going to have to hire a couple of people….oh, my. Hmm, maybe my warning comes too late?”

  Michelle didn’t know what exactly her boss saw on her face, but she had a pretty good idea. She never had been able to play poker.

  She shrugged and blushed and said, “Maybe.”

  Of course that brought on a new round of hugs. When it was Kelsey’s turn, the bump under her apron gave Michelle a light kick.

  Michelle and Kelsey both laughed. “Don’t you worry, Michelle. You just enjoy being in love,” the owner of Lusty Appetites said. “We’ll figure the rest of it all out.”

  “I know we will. We’re family.” And wasn’t that a wonderful thing? Michelle let her eyes wander to the clock. Only a quarter of eight, and they had another hour and a half until the restaurant closed for the night. Once Memorial Day had passed, Kelsey had extended business hours to nine thirty. Of course, occasionally there would be a private, impromptu engagement party that would stretch further into the night.

  There’d been quite a few of those lately, and Michelle couldn’t stop the skittering of her heart when she realized that there could very well be one for her and Joe—and soon.

  She loved working here, loved her boss and her coworkers. She even loved her customers, as they were mostly so familiar to her.

  Rarely did she have customers she didn’t know. In the beginning, before Kelsey had become a Benedict, there’d been one she’d thought had been kind of cute. She recalled how excited she’d been when he seemed interested in her. Of course, he’d turned out to be a homicidal piece of shit, and had nearly cost Kelsey her life. That man was behind bars now, and it had taken her a long time to get over that.

  Michelle sighed. Knowing that she could make such a serious error in judgment had shaken her self-confidence, a commodity she hadn’t had a lot of to begin with.

  That was all behind her now. She knew Joe Grant was the real deal. Peter had worked with him on a couple of occasions, which was why she’d believed he kept coming back to Lusty to see him and Jordan and Tracy.

  Never mind logic. My heart knows he’s the real deal. Michelle grinned. She was in love, and the world was a beautiful place.

  She picked up the pitcher of sweet tea and made the rounds of her tables. She exchanged pleasantries with her customers, able to make conversation on any number of topics. Whether the diners she served wanted to talk about football, the drought, or the upcoming election, she was versed enough in it all to converse.

  Joaquin and Portia Ramirez came in, hand in hand, and settled down at one of the tables in the corner.

  Michelle always grinned when she saw them. They usually seemed so focused on each other. Their own kids were grown and on their own, though none of the younger generation had married yet. More cousins for Grandma Kate to play matchmaker for.

  She was glad to see the Ramirez’s back to normal. They’d been devastated by the events of a few months before. The nephew they’d taken in, out of the goodness of their hearts, had turned out to be a gangbanger who’d nearly killed not only Tracy, but Peter and Jordan, too.

  No one blamed Joaquin and Portia. She was glad to see they were no longer blaming themselves.

  I guess I’m not the only one who can be wrong about a person.

  Ginny headed over to them. Michelle nodded, and then continued on with her tea. She stopped at the table of her great-uncle, Albert Parker.

  “Ah, there’s my Michelle. Did I mention that you’re looking particularly beautiful tonight?”

  Uncle Albert came in nearly every evening for dinner. He tended to split his patronage between her and Ginny. She remembered Aunt Fiona, and how the two of them had been inseparable.

  Fiona had passed several years before. They’d never had any children of their own, and so had doted on Michelle and all of her cousins.

  “Yes, you did, Uncle Albert. Thank you. You’re going to give me a big head. More tea?”

  “Just a smidgen.” He took his glasses off and used his napkin to clean them. “I was talking to your mother this morning.” He lowered his voice to a very soft whisper. “She tells me you have a new beau.”

  Michelle felt her smile grow huge. Bless him for trying to protect her privacy. She knew that there likely wasn’t a Parker, Benedict, Kendall, or Jessop who didn’t know by now that she did indeed have a boyfriend.

  “Yes, sir, I do. His name is Joe Grant.”

  “Ah, that federal agent—a friend of one of Tracy’s husban
ds, isn’t he?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Seems like a fine young man.”

  “Thank you, Uncle Albert. I think so, too.”

  She headed back into the kitchen. Four of her six tables would want their checks in the next few minutes. She’d take a half a break, sit down on one of the stools at the side counter, and write them up.

  “Busy night,” Kelsey said. She stretched her neck, left and right, then sat down beside Michelle.

  “Aside from the good food, it’s the warm weather and your AC.” Michelle pulled her order pad out and flipped back to the first one that needed to be tallied. “A winning combination.”

  “Add the excellent service our customers get into that mix,” Kelsey said.

  She looked up and met Kelsey’s gaze. “Thanks, Boss.”

  She put her attention back on the bills, totaling them. When the kitchen door swung open, she didn’t even look up.

  “What’s wrong?” Tracy’s voice held dread, and Michelle jerked her head up in response. Peter Alvarez-Kendall, one of Tracy’s husbands, stood just inside the door. But it wasn’t Tracy he was looking at, sympathy all over his face. It was her.

  She met his gaze and felt everything go cold inside her.

  “Michelle…honey, I just got a call from the FBI’s Dallas office.” He ran a hand through his hair. “You need to come with me, now. Joe’s been taken to emergency. He’s been shot.”

  Chapter 18

  “Yes, that’s perfect,” David said. “How does it feel? We don’t want you in discomfort. We just want you submissive.”

  How did it feel to be on her knees, naked, aroused, before the two men she knew she would love until the day she died?

  “It feels wonderful, Sir.”

  “Your back needs to be just a bit straighter.” Robert put his hand on her back, and she adjusted her pose slightly.

  “Am I allowed to speak, Sir?”

  “Always, sweetie, unless instructed not to,” Robert said.

  “I’m going to have to practice this. With my knees so far apart it puts some stress on my inner thighs, and my back.” She even found it a challenge to keep her hands palms up.

  The best part of this exercise was she felt hornier with every passing minute.

  “Feel free to practice anytime.” David’s humorous tone made her smile.

  “We’ll call this showing respect,” Robert said. “David and I will ask you to show us respect, and your response will be to slip to your knees, and present yourself just like this, initially with your eyes lowered, for a few seconds.”

  Jillian could see he wanted to say more. He looked at David, who shrugged. When he turned his gaze back on her, he said, “If we go to the club, or to a private residence of another Dom, we may ask you to show respect to that Dom.”

  “Will I be naked, Sir?” Jillian found the thought of being taken to a club and shown off, naked, set butterflies loose in her stomach. She didn’t know if she wanted that, or not.

  “We’ll see. We haven’t really discussed your hard limits, yet. We’ll negotiate. Safe, sane, consensual. Those three words apply to everything, sweetie.”

  “Tell us how you felt when you envisioned yourself, just now, naked and on display in front of others.” David hadn’t asked a question. He’d commanded a response. Jillian couldn’t help the tiny shivery-thrill that skittered down her spine to her cunt.

  “Butterflies, Sir. Half intrigued and half afraid.”

  “We’ll shop online for some outfits, with varying degrees of transparency.” David got down on his knees in front of her, copying her pose exactly. “We’ll find what works for us, baby. And then that’s what we’ll do.” He shot a look down at her pussy. “You’re wet.”

  “I’m always wet when I’m with the two of you, Sir.”

  “Good.” He got to his feet and held out his hand. “Let me help you up, Jillian. That’s enough for tonight.”

  She took his hand, unable to suppress the gasp as her back reacted to the change in position.

  “Come here, baby.” David eased her into his arms, snuggling her tight to his hot and aroused body. She felt his cock press against her belly and sighed in pleasure. She laid her head on his shoulder and absorbed the affection.

  Robert put his hand on her lower back. “Here?” he asked.

  “Yes. It’s not bad, just gave me a little twinge as I got up. Every once in a while my body reminds me I’m nearly forty.”

  “You’re just approaching your prime.” Robert kissed her shoulder. “David and I think you’re the most beautiful, and the sexiest, woman in the world.”

  “You’re very good for my ego.”

  “Robbie only spoke the truth, baby.”

  Jillian had never felt so loved, nor so full of joy. “I need you. I need you both so much.”

  “Then you can have us,” Robert said. “Let’s go to bed.”

  Even though the bed was right there, Robert lifted her in his arms, and laid her gently on it. He cupped her face with one hand. Jillian would never get tired of seeing that look in his eyes.

  “We need you too, Jillian. Never, ever doubt that.” He laid his mouth on hers, and his kiss tasted sweet, nearly chaste. Reverent. Jillian would never get used to the way these two wonderful men treated her. They were her Doms, her masters, and yet they nearly worshipped her with their hands, their mouths, and their bodies.

  She reached for him, twined her arms around his neck, and melted into him. She needed to give, to melt and sink into them, into their bodies and their touch and their taste.

  The world spun when Robert slid his arms beneath her, and then rolled them on the bed so that he lay under her. His cock, hot and hard and pulsing with his arousal, sparked her heat. She slid along his length, her labia opening and sliding along his cock so that she could spread her juices up and down his length. She continued to move in a slow, seductive rhythm, shivering with pleasure as she undulated her hips and brought her clit in contact with the heat of the head of his cock.

  Robert stilled her, his hands bracketed on her waist. “You can pussy-jack me later, sweetie. Right now I need to feel your hungry cunt surrounding my cock.”

  Jillian couldn’t explain the frenzy that spawned within her. She needed both of her men inside her. She needed them to be a part of her, just as she needed to be a part of them.

  David had climbed onto the bed behind her. He reached around her and held a condom out to her. As soon as she took it, he cupped her breasts, pulling and pinching on her nipples. The bite of pain made her jerk her hips against Robert’s cock.

  “Mmm, we’re going to have to get you some nipple clamps, sweetheart,” Robert said. “You just gushed all over my cock. Christ, I never had so much trouble controlling my dick as I do with you.”

  Jillian grinned. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” Her hands trembled as she tore open the foil pouch. She had to move back in order to slide the latex on him.

  Moving back put David’s sheathed cock tight against her anus. “Oh, God, yes.” She wanted everything they had. She had a bit of trouble sliding the condom onto Robert, because his cock was slick with her juices. Desperate, needy, she edged back just a bit further and then used her lips and tongue to clean herself from him. The sense of wildness inside just increased, and she whimpered, needing to take it all, have it all, but not sure how to quench this incredible erotic fire inside her.

  “Fuck, I’ve never seen anything so hot.” David’s voice cut through her haze, anchored her. She finished sliding the condom in place, and then Robert lifted her, and brought her down onto him.

  Before she had fully offered David her ass, he’d spread lube on her, moved into position, and begun to push into her.

  “Lie still.” Robert ran his hands up and down her back, then across her shoulders. “You just lie still and take what we give you.”

  “She feels so fucking good. I’m not going to last very l
ong.” David had gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks. He wasn’t holding her overly hard, yet he’d spoken through his teeth.

  “Tell me about it. God, her, her cunt just got tighter, like a fucking vice.”

  Jillian felt an idiot-smile take over her face. She didn’t care that they were talking about her in the third person, as if she wasn’t there. Oh, no. Her feminine ego had just grown to a gargantuan size. These gorgeous, virile men were nearing the edge of their control, both of them, and she had done that.

  She’d done that by doing nothing more than submitting to them. She gave them everything and received back more than she’d ever believed existed.

  “Oh, God. Yes. Don’t move, baby.”

  David’s cock was in her ass to the hilt. She loved the sensation of being full of them both, of feeling his balls brush the bottom of her pussy, and hearing Robert’s heart beating beneath her ear.

  Last time she’d barely been able to control the urge to move, to pleasure them both. This time, she focused, used her breathing techniques, and held as still as possible.

  Four hands caressed her, back and shoulders, ass and hips.

  “Jillian? Are you still with us, sweetie, or did you slip into sub-space?”

  Sub-space. She understood what that meant now, at least as it was referred to in the BDSM community. Her masters had explained it to her.

  “No, I’m with you. I’m just trying to do as you’ve both asked me to do. I’m trying to lie still and just enjoy the pleasure of being so full, and so horny.” The tingles and thrills shooting through her felt so damn good she shivered. Both men cursed.

  “We’re going to fuck you, baby. We’ll start slow, and gentle, but it won’t last.”

  “Good. Because I want hard and fast and deep. I want you to fuck my brains out.”

  Robert chuckled underneath of her, and his laughter made her jiggle, which in turn made both men moan.

  “Hang on, baby. Get up on your knees for us. Yes, that’s it.”

  Oh, God. Now their cocks felt bigger and deeper. She could feel her clit and her G-spot and some other place that seemed to connect to them both. It was as if they had fuses, all three parts of her, and those fuses had been lit.