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Two weeks had passed since Tessa’s audition. She’d rocked it, she said, but also admitted there were several well-known actresses also going for the role. Today was the day she was supposed to get a call from her agent to learn if she got the role or not. She said she wasn’t worried, but honestly, we were. Us guys. We all wanted this for her so bad—not because she needed the role, but because she deserved it.
So Ellis had come up with an idea—distract her (ahem,us) from the tension of waiting on the call by creating our own sex study. Because yeah, Tessa had never turned in the application. None of us minded. The study had been hers to control, hers to direct. And in the end, she’d determined it wasn’t part of who we, as a foursome, were.
The idea of doctors watching the four of us fuck was still hot, though, which was why I was currently standing in front of Ellis and Jamie in medical scrubs clearly too small for me to the point where you could see the outline of my biceps and shoulders, but also the outline of a muscle a little further south of the border.
“I don’t look like a nurseora doctor,” I complained, catching sight of the tight material over my ass in Tessa’s mirror. “I look like a male stripper.”
“Perfect.” Jamie grinned from ear to ear.
I attempted to loosen the shirt, but quickly stopped, fearing I might rip it.
“Come on,” I said, pointing to each of them, who were practically chortling like school kids pulling a prank on an unsuspecting teacher. “You two aren’t in full costume. How come I have to be?”
“Whoa, now,” Ellis held up his hands, “I’ve got the stethoscope here. And this medical bag.”
Ellis wore not a goddamn thing but black Calvin Klein boxer briefs and a stethoscope around his neck. A medical bag across his lap made it appear as if he was wearing nothing at all.
“Yeah, and I’m the sexy receptionist,” Jamie interjected, pointing to his pair of black, thick rim glasses.
He, in fact, was butt ass naked and made no qualms about it as he propped himself up on his elbows on the bed.
“You clearly have the best bedside manner. The calmest, the kindest, the gentlest,” Ellis continued, listing off my virtues-slash-reasons why I had to wear these ridiculous scrubs. “You have to be the nurse.”
“And remember, my hippie lover, this is for our dear lassie, after all,” Jamie said. His tone of voice was the same as usual: casual and nonchalant and seemingly entirely detached from any trace of emotion. But he felt everything that I felt; he just didn’t use his lips to say it.
This was for Tessa. We wanted to show her that she was enough for us, that we were more than compatible, and that we didn’t need anyone to confirm this undeniable fact for us. We wanted to do this for Tessa, because we all loved her, Jamie, Ellis, and I.
We would all do anything for her, anything at all. And I supposed that included wearing tight-assed scrubs to play doctor.
"Fine,” I sighed. “But if they rip and you can’t sneak them back to your work, it’s not my fault.”
“Not at all,” Ellis smiled. “In fact, I plan to rip them myself, if your cock doesn’t do it first.”
His eyes trailed down my chest to my groin and I only managed not to blush because all my blood was rushing down to my cock. At that moment there was the sound of the elevator dinging in the hallway.
Jamie pushed himself to his feet. “Don’t you start anything without me, lads,” he said, giving a pointed look to Ellis, who held up his hands.
“I’ll try my best,” Ellis replied. He winked at me and I couldn’t help but press my palm against my quickly swelling erection.
Jamie lumbered past me in those ridiculous hipster glasses, his half-hard cock swinging back and forth. He was a Neanderthal, but he was our Neanderthal. His slap on my ass stung like a bitch.
“Our patient is here,” he called, moving toward the front door of the apartment.
Yes, the missing piece.
My Tessa.
OurTessa.
Jamie
I opened the door and ignored the look of complete and utter shock on Tessa’s face as she stood frozen in the hallway.
“Ms. Stewart?” I asked, keeping my voice as professional as possible despite never having anything resembling a professional job in my entire life.
“What in the world are you doing?” Tessa hissed, shoving me back inside her apartment and quickly closing the door behind her. “Why are you naked? And why are you wearingglasses?”
“Are you ready for your appointment, Ms. Stewart?” I asked, realizing that the clipboard I had been holding was upside down. “Can I provide you with a glass of water first, ma’am?”
