“Uh… yeah…” I look over at Blaine who’s bending his pickle spear into shapes and ignoring Matt completely. “Anna gave me a muffin the size of my head earlier.” I’m trying to subtly catch B’s eye; does he not notice how sexy Matt is? I know he’s been angry with him, but I want it to end. I wish I could force him to give in.
Matt finishes his barbecue, wipes his chin, and takes a long drink of his iced tea, before leveling us both with a look. “What’s the redheaded nurse at the Center’s name again?” I pay way too much attention to his muscular hands wiping any lingering barbecue sauce off.
“Kim?” Blaine looks up squinting at him. “Why?” Please don’t let fight number two hundred million erupt between them. Yesterday they fought for fifteen minutes about the channel the television was on.
“One of the residents said that she and some others have noticed her watching Eden.” That revelation gives me pause. Why would that be? She’s been decent to us, even refraining from reporting us. “I want to know immediately if either of you notice her at the hospital. Right now, we can’t be too careful.”
“I haven’t seen her, but I’ve had a couple of other uncomfortable visits today after Anna left.” Blaine stood by during those visits with a death glare on his face.
“Oh? Who was it?” Matt’s Adam apple bobs as he takes another drink of his iced tea, and it has me getting a bit hot and bothered. This is new. I don’t think anyone has ever inspired dirty thoughts in me by drinking something in front of me.
“Um…” I look away to get a grip over myself. “Dr. Hart came by to check on me. He was actually kind. Not a word about Keir being in my room or being kicked out of the program. He did offer me an out on the study, because of what happened.” I’m still shocked that the study and the documentary are continuing. Even further shocked that Dr. Hart wasn’t happy about that.
“The other visitor?”
“Jolie Reynolds. I think she only stopped in the room, because my door was open, and I saw her walking by. She’d been by to check on Keir.” I’m still seething over that. Just when her reprehensible behavior seems to be unbeatable, she sinks lower. “She didn’t stick around long, because Blaine kept making nasty comments to her.”
Matt snorts and rolls his eyes. “So, he was being his lovable self?” Oh no. Here we go again. I wish they’d just fuck and get over this clashing.
“Well, it worked. Although Eden got a good dig in, she told her that she missed all the years that Jolie had chosen not to speak to her.” Blaine moves to my side and sits close wrapping his arm around me. “The look on her face was priceless.”
Matt gets up and stretches his arms over his head, letting out a low groan. “I need to start getting to the gym again, I can feel the inactivity in my muscles. Everything feels tight.” He twists to the right and we make eye contact. I can’t hide the way my eyes are devouring his body. Blaine’s grip on my shoulder tightens but he’s watching Matt, too.
My heart thunders in my chest. I know all the reasons that I shouldn’t say what I’m about to. I’m in a hospital bed with a gunshot wound. Staff comes in to check on me constantly. I’m hooked to monitors. I’m sponge bath clean, but the creases and crevices I may have missed… the spotty shaving job. I don’t care. I just don’t care. “I want you. Both of you.”
Matt’s eyes widen and he slowly sits back down. “Sweetheart…” He swallows and looks at Blaine who is biting his lip and studying his lap like the answers to all the world’s issues lie there.
“I know… and I don’t care. I want you in the worst way.” My voice bottoms out on a slightly breathy and needy note.
Blaine kisses my shoulder. “We can’t lock the door of the room.” Good point, there is no lock on the door. “It’ll set all the bells and whistles of your monitors off, too.” His voice husky with desire.
Matt moves over to the bed and leans down on my other side and whispers in my ear, “The things I’d do to you if I could…” I grip his shirt pulling him closer.
“Don’t tease me. Just do it,” I say looking in his bottomless blue eyes. “Show me…” Matt backs away and looks around the room. Then he takes the doctor’s stool and wedges it under the door handle and then uses a doorstopper laying near the bathroom door to stop it from moving away. That should slow anyone attempting to enter enough to give us time to adjust. Anticipation is making my breathing shallow and I’m past the point of worrying about the state of cleanliness I’m at.
Blaine has moved the gown off my shoulder and has been peppering it with small, sweet kisses as his hands roam and move aside my gown under the thin sheet covering me. “God, you’re the sexiest woman that exists. Even in a fucking hospital gown.” Blaine’s hard on brushes my side as he moves to stand. Blaine and Matt face off over me and I hold my breath. Are they going to start bickering again or…
I move my bed up to a sitting position and keep watching them. “I want the fighting to stop. Please, for me?” I deliver the request softly. I pull Matt to me, and his lips find mine with urgency. He has a way of kissing that’s demanding, and it makes me forget every last thing but that tongue of his. Blaine makes a noise next to me. I break away from Matt and pull him towards me.
Blaine bites my lower lip lightly and moans. He puts a bit more pressure on and his tongue slips into my mouth. Massaging my tongue in a slow and languid dance. I’m so turned on and wet that I feel the slickness on my thighs. “Fuck… how do we do this and not hurt your leg?”
Matt moves aside my sheet and uncovers my lower half running his hand over my slit with a half-lidded look. He turns to Blaine. “Part her thighs and use that tongue of yours to drain all the chaos from her brain.” His look is almost predatory, and I need one of them to do something and soon.
Blaine comes back in for another kiss and then says to me as he backs away to get situated between my legs, “You heard the man. I’m going to clear that head of yours of any thoughts other than us.” The fact he’s including Matt in this is a big step forward and I’m cheering inside.
As Blaine’s talented tongue licks over my clit, Matt kisses my throat and then my collar bone, tracing the back of his hand over the side of my breast. He pauses to watch Blaine lick and suck on my clit and then take a swipe inside of me. Matt adjusts his dress pants and the noticeable bulge of his dick. “That’s right. Erase every thought in her head.” I get his attention by grabbing his ass and turning him. I yank his zipper down and work my hand into his underwear. The weight of him in my hand making me even hornier. I want him inside of me.
Blaine looks back up at me with my juices coating his mouth and part of his chin. He licks at it and winks at me. “Feeling relaxed?” he asks me in a seductive whisper.
I feel boneless. This may be better than the strongest pain relievers they could deliver by IV. I hear voices close to my door and it ramps up my neediness. “I need one of you inside of me. Before someone comes in. Hurry…” They both chuckle at me.
Blaine backs off the bed and starts to undo his shorts, but Matt beats him by moving me to a sitting position on the side of the bed and he shoves his pants down below his ass. He’s inside me in seconds and Blaine yelps. “What the fuck?”
“Too slow…,” Matt moans out. “Better luck next time.” I hang onto him like we’re on the ledge of a deep drop. I can’t move like I want to, but Matt’s making up for it. This is sheer ecstasy. Blaine moves behind me on the bed and kisses my cheek before his hands find my breasts where he plays with my nipples and then shifts to suck on one of them.
I tighten with an orgasm and Matt drives in faster to follow me. Then Blaine pulls Matt from me, and his head goes back into my lap to lick at my clit. He sticks two fingers inside to rub at my detonation spot. Blaine wasted no time once we started having sex to learn my body and where my G spot is. I’m coming again, my body shaking. Matt hasn’t backed too far away, and his dick is still hard as he watches.
“Matt…” I reach out to him. He steps closer and Blaine turns abruptly. They’re inches apart and before I can push them to do something… anything. Matt cups the back of Blaine’s head and attacks his mouth in one of his demanding kisses. It’s so sexy that my heart’s at a gallop and my monitor spikes slightly and beeps. I start to laugh like a maniac.
