Gina's Private Police Force [Men of Montana 3] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) (22 page)

Finally, she lifted her eyes to his and in a near whisper said, “I want that.”

Confusion written on his features, Jared sat back in his chair slowly though leaning close to her. “Want what, Gina? Are you sure you’re all right?”

Nodding, she looked down at his hand holding hers. Bringing her free hand over, she covered the back of his hand, sandwiching it between her soft ones. Trying to be brave, she cleared her throat. “I want you to tie me up.”

Jared’s mouth dropped open in shock as the door to the room opened, flooding it with light from the corridor.

The scene Connor walked in on was priceless. His friend gaping at their woman whose rosy cheeks bespoke of embarrassment or arousal.

* * * *

Hands full, Connor kicked the door shut with his foot, the auto-retractor catching it before it slammed. As he walked over to Jared’s side of the bed with the tray from the cafeteria, he noticed neither occupant had said a word. Jared was still gaping at whatever had just happened and Gina’s head was still bowed.

Setting the tray down on the moving table, Connor stepped in beside Jared and placed his hands on his hips in frustration. “Someone want to tell me what’s going on?”

Still in a state of shock, Jared turned and looked up at his boss, friend, and partner as if realizing for the first time he had returned. “Our woman just told me she wants us to tie her up.”

Chuckling lowly, Connor lifted his gaze to Gina’s face. Eyes still downcast, her cheeks seemed to inflame more as her hands trembled against Jared’s.

“Darlin’, look at me,” Connor commanded gently.

When she didn’t comply, Connor set his hip on the bed next to hers and lifted his leg to rest his knee on the edge of the bed. Lifting his hand, he placed two fingers under Gina’s chin and gently applied an upward pressure. Even though her head lifted, her blue eyes remained downcast, avoiding his own gray ones in defiance.

Connor understood her trepidation of the revelation, but he thought they were beyond the timid frightened stage that Gina was portraying. The green-eyed monster began to shimmy its way into his subconscious prickling at him.
She only wants Jared to tie her up and fuck her, you idiot! That’s why she won’t talk to you! You are not important to her, only Jared is!

As his mother used to say before she died, he recognized it for what it was.
Get thee behind me, Satan!

Running his free hand through his hair, he shook off the doubts. He knew she loved him. He could see it in her eyes. He knew it in his heart.

Gray eyes slipped from Gina’s face to Jared’s concerned one. He knew that the man was just as confused over what was happening at the moment. Looking back at Gina, Connor let his thumb graze her lips, hoping to entice her to look at him.

They trembled beneath his digit letting him know she was battling her own inner demons. He and Jared would need to let her set the pace of when to try new things as this was a new relationship, but he was raring to get moving on their future.

Not only did they have to get past Gina’s doubt of their relationship, her fears she wasn’t good enough for them, but they also had to get past the fact that someone wanted to hurt her.

Sighing in irritation, he commanded harsher, “Gina! Look at me!”

Gina's eyes rose quickly to meet his, her breath seeming to catch as the heat in his gray eyes seemed to burn into her. “Is this true?” he asked, his voice ragged.

“Yes,” she said in a mere whisper after nearly a minute.

Connor hadn’t realized he was holding his breath until she answered him in her breathy response. His cock jumped behind the metal zipper of his jeans, begging for release as he released his breath. Moving his hand down from her chin, he took one of her hands, feeling the softness that only twenty-four hours prior had been wrapped around his cock as she pleased him before he had gone to work.

“Darlin’, you don’t know how much I love you right now.” His hoarse voice belied his strong persona.

Pink lips turned up on her face as she squeezed his hand. “I love you, too, Connor. And you, Jared…I love you, too.”

Jared stood as her nervousness radiated through the room. “But?” he added for her.

“I don’t understand why the things you say to me get me so…” Her head lowered again but not before both men saw it stain pink.

A chuckle emanated from them both.

“Hot and bothered?” Jared asked, a lilt in his voice.

“Horny?” Connor asked, raising her hand to his lips and kissing it.

Her lips rose a bit higher though she kept her head down, not sure she could be so open with him. It wasn’t something she was used to. Bearing her deepest thoughts wasn’t something her parents encouraged from her. Then also, speaking of sexual exploits, she was taught not to speak of them out loud at all. Not only was this new relationship odd for her, but the way they spoke so openly about things was something she wasn’t sure she could get used to.

A quick nod of her head was her confirmation but neither man would have it. Connor and Jared glanced at each other, a smirk on their lips.

Giving a quick nod of his head, Jared deferred to Connor as the Alpha Dom. Even though they were partners in this relationship, there could only be one Alpha to lead the family. Jared knew that Connor had more experience as a Dom, but since he was also the oldest of the two, he was happy to give him the respect.

Shifting slightly so he was closer to her and had a better view of her, Connor began to rub her hand with both of his as he looked into her face. Her eyes were still downcast as her lips trembled.

“Gina, I know this is difficult for you. We kinda swooped down on you and brought you into this odd situation. If we are moving too fast for you, you only have to speak up. But, if you do want this, you have to speak up, too.”

After nearly a minute, and with trepidation, her eyes lifted. Cautiously she looked at Connor first and then to Jared. Both men were practically holding their breaths waiting for her to respond. Both were fearful that they were asking too much of her and that was why they needed her to communicate vocally with them so there wasn’t any chance mistaking intentions and desires.

Blue eyes glittered with unshed tears, sending both men’s hearts to flip-flop in their chests. They glanced at each other before looking back at Gina propped up in the hospital bed.

Connor felt his world may collapse before him, never giving him a chance at the relationship he had wanted for so long with Gina. He knew Jared had to be experiencing the same thoughts at the moment.

Gina squeezed both their hands with hers before her eyes shifted downward again in nervous retreat. Finally, looking back up at both her men, she found the terror written in their features and her heart broke. She wanted this more than anything at the moment and she knew that she had to step out of her comfort zone and grab the brass ring.

“First off, I want to say I’m sorry for putting you through all of this—” She started before being interrupted by Connor.

“Gina, you don’t have to apologize for the accident. It wasn’t your fault,” he said, his voice soft and caring.

Shaking her head, she said, “No, not for that, but I am sorry about your truck.” Holding up her hand as he started to speak again, she wanted to keep him from interrupting her again before she lost her nerve. “But, I’m sorry that I sound so wishy-washy. I know you are trying to teach me things and I know the importance of speaking my thoughts and wishes, but it’s hard for me. I am not used to talking about sexual things with anyone, so you are taking me out of my comfort zone. Just please be patient with me.”

Pink-tinged lips turned upward as her pale blue eyes pleaded with them silently.

Silence consumed the room for a few moments as each man processed her words. This time it seemed it was Gina’s turn to become weary of their silence. Her eyes bounced from one man to the other and back again until she felt dizzy. Feeling like her future was slipping away from her, she sighed as she laid back fully against pillow, resigning herself for the worst.

As if an invisible hand slapped both men at the realization of her words, both men raised her hands to kiss them. Smiles covered their faces that this woman was giving them the answer they had sought for the past few months.

Leaning his body over hers, Connor laid his mouth upon hers gently. His tongue played upon the seam of her mouth requesting entrance, which she granted him. Their tongues lazily danced together as she savored his taste. His hand moved from hers, skimming up her arm, moving higher until it rested on her cheek.

Jared’s hand moved from hers in between Connor’s and Gina’s bodies and began to play with her breast. Squeezing at the bare globe, save the thin hospital gown she wore, Jared sent her arousal higher. Her moans echoed through the room from both men’s ministrations.

A throat being cleared and the light illuminating in the room brought the trio’s little tryst to a grounding halt. The door closed with a quick hush but the sound of a tapping foot turned all three heads in that direction. Faces flushed with excitement as well as embarrassment, they found a frustrated Nurse Patti standing in front of an amused Doc Anderson.

Quickly extricating himself from the bed, Connor stood while Jared put his hands into his lap, both men looking extremely ashamed of their actions. Flustered hands smoothed down her gown as Gina tried to find something to do so she wouldn’t have to look into the eyes of the two professionals at the door.

The old saying, the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife, was an understatement as everyone continued to look at each other. Finally, it was Doc Anderson who decided to break the ice. Stepping forward, he moved over to the side of the bed that was unoccupied by masculine, testosterone-laden men. Keeping his voice light, he said, “Well, young lady. You must be feeling better. Are you?”

Crimson colored her cheeks at the comment before she bravely looked up at the older man. “Yes, doctor. I am feeling much better. Thank you.”

Snickers came from her men as they looked at each other in light of her forthcoming answer. Patti made her way over to the bed, pushing the men out of the way. Checking Gina’s pulse, she kept her fingers on her wrist. Letting her gaze slide up to meet Gina’s, she had to smile. Winking at her as she finished, she dropped the smile as soon as she turned to where the men could see her face.

“I warned you two yesterday I was going to kick you out. I believe I am going to have to do that now,” Nurse Patti said, shooing the men toward the doorway. Both men turned to try to dissuade the nurse, but she kept pushing until Connor had to open the door so he and Jared could escape the woman’s pestering pushing.

Turning the lock on the door, Nurse Patti locked the two men out with a “Humph!” and headed back to the bed.

* * * *

The doctor was looking down at his patient as he examined her head wound as he had taken the bandage off already. Nodding, he was relieved to see no signs of infection and no further bleeding had taken place. Taking his pen light, he examined her eyes to determine whether or not the concussion had passed.

“Looks very good, my dear,” he said pleasantly. “I believe you may be able to go home soon.”

Glancing between both the doctor and the nurse in confusion, she looked back at the doctor. “Then why did Connor and Jared have to leave?”

Doc Anderson looked over at Nurse Patti quizzically, one eyebrow raised. The woman stood more erect, her pride wounded that she would be questioned by the patient, let alone the doctor. “I told them if they continued to bother you I would kick them out. When we came in, they were all over you.”

“I’m sorry, Patti,” Gina said with a secret smile on her face. “That was my fault. I gave them some good news and they were showing their appreciation.”

Pulling the light blanket and sheet from Gina’s body, Nurse Patti spoke as she worked. “Well, missy. They are professional men and they weren’t acting very professional. What if someone else walked in instead of the doctor and I? What would they say?”

A giggle escaped Gina’s lips as she thought about the question and before she could contain herself, she said, “They would have thought the patient was getting excellent care and that they had cured her of her injuries.”

A chuckle emanated from the doctor and he quickly tried to stifle it with his hand over his mouth. A glance at Nurse Patti told him she wasn’t pleased, but he could see the mirth in her eyes as she herself tried not to laugh.

* * * *

Gina’s giggles persisted as Patti pressed a button on the remote keypad hanging from the side of the bed. The head of the bed began to rise a bit until Gina was at a sixty degree angle from the horizontal mattress. Patti pulled the foot of the bed out and then pushed it down, revealing stirrups, which she pulled up.

Tapping the footholds, Patti waited to help Gina adjust her feet in the steel pieces. Doc Anderson went about washing his hands while Patti helped lay out the utensils needed for the examination.

“Normally, I wouldn’t do this in the hospital,” Doc Anderson explained while drying his hands. “But I know you and your men are waiting for this, so might as well include it in the hospital visit.”