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“Shit, man,” Drew said, “you look like you lost a fight with an elephant.”
“May have been one, for all I know,” Aithan replied.
I sat on the edge of the bed. “What can I do to help you?”
He smiled weakly. “You’ve done more than enough, Zel. I have tramadol for the rest.”
Drew grunted. “That shit’s addictive.”
“Yeah, which is why I’m taking less than the recommended dose. I just wanted ibuprofen, but Dr. Nathus won’t let me take it with the concussion.”
Drew nodded. “Yeah. It slows cognitive recovery and can prolong the headaches.”
I peered up at him. “How do you know so much about concussions?”
He shrugged. “I’m an author. I know all kinds of weird shit.”
I tilted my head in acknowledgment and turned back to Aithan. “You know this is gonna end up in one of his books.”
“Probably.” He took a cup from the bedside table, but frowned into it.
I reached out. “You need more water?”
“Thanks.” He passed it to me and I went to refill it in the bathroom.
“What you need is a good screw, man,” Drew said. “That’d help you sleep.”
“I wish,” Aithan replied as I returned and handed him the full glass. “But the doc said no strenuous activity for two weeks.” He opened a prescription bottle and shook out an oval pill.
Drew grinned and pulled me against him. “And fucking Zelmustbe strenuous or you’re not doing it right, eh?”
Aithan’s smile was rueful. “Exactly.” He snapped the pill in half and took one portion with the water, returning the other half to the bottle.
I bit my lip. “I don’t suppose the hospital did STD testing?”
His pout was adorable as he shook his head.
Drew leaned his chin on my shoulder. “Nothing wrong with your eyes or your hands, man.” He brushed my hair back from my ear and his breath made me shiver. “I owe him a show, babe.”
Aithan’s gaze flicked from Drew to me and hunger flared behind it. A slow smile curved his lips. “You know, Zel, those pajamas may be comfortable, but they’ve got to go.” His eyes held mine. “Take them off.”
Drew guided my hands to the hem of my shirt.
My breath caught. A little frisson of excitement skittered down my spine. I lifted the blue shirt up and over my head, baring my breasts to both men. They exhaled a collective breath.
“Bottoms, too,” Aithan commanded.
Drew obliged, helping me step out of them even as I dropped my shirt on the floor. His sweatpants did nothing to hide his erection. It pressed against my ass, a promise of pleasures to come. He lifted my arms to wrap them around his neck and, like when Aithan had fucked me in front of him, my back arched and my breasts lifted. Drew’s lips found my neck, his fingers found my nipples. I relaxed into him, sighing as his mouth raised gooseflesh all over my body and my tits tightened.
“How does that feel?” Aithan asked.
“So good,” I murmured.
“Just good? What would feel even better, beautiful?”
I opened my eyes to find Aithan’s cock straining against his own pajama pants.
“What should Drew do to make you feel even better? Tell him, Zel. Make him please you.”
