Love Under Two Doctors (21 page)

His lips left hers and he placed gentle little kisses on her cheeks and her closed eyelids. He surged in her hand at the same moment she rolled her hips.

She wanted more than anything to feel this man’s cock inside her.

“I got myself tested.”

Michelle opened her eyes and met his gaze.

“Just after I met you, I knew. I hadn’t been with a woman for a long time, but I got myself tested, and I’m clean.”

“Joe?”

“Are you on the pill, sweetheart?”

Michelle didn’t understand where he was going, but she shook her head. She had heard there were some men who really hated using condoms. Was he one of them? “No, I’m sorry, there’s never been any need—”

He leaned over her and kissed her quickly, effectively silencing her.

“Don’t apologize, baby. That was the answer I was hoping to hear. I’m not getting any younger, Michelle. I want our forever to start here and now. But if you need more time, that’s okay. I’ll wear a condom.”

Oh, God
. How could she have known when she awoke this morning that her deepest longings and dreams—the ones she’d believed she’d given up forever—were about to come true?

“I don’t need more time. I just need you, naked and inside me.”

She thought he would have covered her then, but he surprised her, kissing a trail down her body, heating her blood. When he parted her legs, she opened for him. When he set his mouth on her cunt, she mewed and arched, and then reached down and held his head to her as his tongue and lips set her on fire.

“Oh,
yes
. Oh, that’s so…I need…” Arousal became a swirling tornado inside her as the sensations and her emotions entwined and consumed her. Thought ceased, speech faltered, and all Michelle could do was cry out as her climax burst over her, drenching her inside and out with a pleasure so keen, so hot, she could only breathe and feel.

Joe moved up her body, and then she felt the huge hot bulb of his cock press against her pussy. He pushed, just a little, and the sensation of his cock at her wet opening made her come again.

“I’ll be as gentle as I can, sweetheart, but the first time might hurt.”

She’d envisioned this moment, of what it would be like for her, before she’d ever known if it would really happen. And then again, in the early morning hours, as she’d hovered at the edge of sleep. She’d dreamed of this and him, and knew whatever pain there may be would be a solid, real symbol of the moment when she gave herself for the first time to the man she loved.

So she wrapped herself around him, arms and legs, and said, “Take me, Joe. I’m yours. Take my virginity and give me your child.”

His nostrils flared, his cock pulsed, and the look in his eyes made her feel beautiful—beautiful and loved and claimed.

“Give me your mouth and your body, wife. Give me everything.”

Michelle surrendered to him, above and below, and shivered with joy as his tongue shared her flavor and his cock surged into her pussy, claiming her innocence.

“Please tell me what you need from me.”

David raised one eyebrow as he looked over at Robert, and wondered just exactly how his brother was going to answer their woman.

He didn’t have to wait long.

“First and foremost, I need you to be yourself. You’re already so responsive to us both, physically.” Robert drew the petite feminine hand he held toward his mouth and kissed it. “And you’re absolutely responsive to the Dom in me.”

“You mean the way that my body complies when you tell me to do something, even before my brain can interpret your command?”

David grinned as Robert chuckled.

“Yes, just exactly like that.” He looked over at David. “We also need you to let us give you what
you
need.”

Robert was older than him, chronologically, by only about fifteen minutes. However, he’d always been much older both mentally and emotionally. He’d also always been, hands down, the leader that David had merrily, and without question, followed.

His brother’s happiness and well-being had always been important to David, often more important to him than anything else. But in the years they’d been away from Lusty that importance had become much more acute.

Something had happened to Robert during that second to last year in Chicago, something that had wounded him deeply and changed him irrevocably. David had managed to only get most of the details of how and why, and only long after the fact. He’d had to push and prod to get the man to open up to him even that much.

Sharing his emotions wasn’t something that came naturally to Robert Jessop. He’d always held his thoughts and feelings close to the vest, as it were. That and his sense of responsibility for everyone and everything were a dangerous combination.

David would never be able to repay Jordan Fitzpatrick for the guidance he’d provided to his brother. Some might claim that the last thing a control freak like Robert had needed was being shown a way to cement that control, but David knew there’d been more involved in the Dom training they’d both taken than that.

“That can’t be all.” Jillian tilted her head as she looked at Robert. “There has to be more to it than that.”

“That’s what your instincts are telling you.”

“Yes.”

Robert nodded. “There can be. There’s a club in Houston—similar to the one we belonged to in Chicago—that David and I would like to take you to, eventually.”

“A D/s club?”

“More specifically, a BDSM club, but yes.” Robert looked over at David again and David nodded to him.

He felt it was very important that when it came to explaining the D/s relationship with Jillian, that she have only one real master, and that master be his brother.

“If and when we decide to go to The Lyon’s Den, there will be a mode of dress and behavior that you’ll be expected to adhere to there. Eventually, we might even perform a scene there, the three of us.”

Jillian sat back, and David could see she was thinking. Robert had nailed it when he`d told her she had an agile mind.

Their woman had no problem whatsoever thinking for herself. Neither did she seem to have any problem expressing herself, a fact which suited them both just fine.

Neither of them wanted, nor needed, a doormat.

“You said yesterday, when we were having sex, that we were in a scene. Or rather, when we were done you said the scene was over. So when you say we might perform a scene at this club, do you mean that we’d have sex in public?”

“In
public
? No. Within the confines of the club? Yes. And would others watch us? Yes. But remember, Jillian, whether or not we ever do that would be your choice. That’s what
informed consent
means.”

“You wouldn’t…invite other people? To join us?”

“If you mean would either of us offer to share you with anyone else, if we would let another man have sex with you, the answer is
never
. Hell, we wouldn`t even let another man touch you, period.”

Jillian bit her bottom lip and let her gaze go from Robert to him. But it was Robert she looked to when she inhaled deeply and said, “I wouldn’t want either of you to have sex with other women, either. If we’re in this, we’re in this exclusively.”

“Of course.” Robert lifted her hand to his mouth again. “We said that you’re ours. But darling, we’re yours, too.”

David copied his brother’s move and lifted Jillian’s other hand to his lips. “That’s a promise, baby.”

Robert had told her, earlier, that she was theirs forever. David had wondered at the time if she`d balk at that. He didn’t for one moment think the fact she hadn’t called him on it meant she was okay with the concept.

She’d likely just set it aside for now.

So David followed Robert’s lead, and left that word out of his lexicon. For now, at least.

“Good. I never intended that I would let a man get close to me, ever again. I was married for a long time, and I don’t regret that, because I got a terrific son out of the deal. But there wasn’t anything else for me in that relationship. Except for work, and stress, and unhappiness.”

“That’s because your husband didn’t give you what you needed, sweetie. Likely he couldn’t because he had no idea what your needs were.”

“I didn’t either—know what I needed.”

“Sometimes we don’t understand our own needs.” David kept his gaze locked with Jillian’s when she turned to him, even though he was speaking to not only his woman, but his brother. “Sometimes, what we really need hides from us, or there’s something about those needs that somehow feels threatening to us. And so we go on living in ignorance.” He was very aware that Robert hadn’t given Jillian a full answer to her question. He hadn’t told her what he really needed, and maybe that hadn’t been avoidance, or prevarication on his part. Maybe he really didn’t know what he needed.

And then something strange occurred to David. As he focused on their woman, as he let his mind drift, just a little, to the ways in which his brother and their woman weren’t really all that different, he wondered. Maybe neither of them knew what the other needed, but would somehow, intrinsically, meet those needs.

He could only hope.

“Yes!”

She sat straighter, as if she felt on the edge of a personal epiphany—or on the edge of sharing one she’d already had.

“I can’t really explain to either of you how I feel about all of this.” Her cute little pink tongue came out and moistened her lips. David found himself completely drawn to the sight. He wanted to suck that tongue into his mouth.

“There’s a sense of relief inside me”—Jillian turned her gaze to Robert—“and there has been since that first moment, when you startled me in the clinic and then told me not to stay late and to go over to the restaurant.”

“So you’re not feeling uneasy, or threatened?” David asked.

“Not at all.” She lowered her gaze to the water and then shot them both a coy look in turn. “I’ll tell you what else I’m not feeling.”

“What’s that, love?” David bet he knew what she was going to say, because the expression on her face shot straight to his cock.

“I’m not feeling tired anymore.”

* * * *

Jillian thought she could have added that she was feeling more than a little aroused, too. She looked from Robert to David, and wondered just what the two of them were thinking. For the most part, David had remained silent as Robert had answered her questions.

She really didn’t mind that he deferred to his brother. In fact, it made her feel more comfortable with the arrangement between the three of them.

Jillian was quickly coming to the conclusion that what she needed more than anything was to have someone in charge. The more she thought about it, the less guilty she felt. Maybe there really was nothing wrong with turning the reins over to a man, once in a while.

It was an opinion that she wanted to reverse with Robert’s next words.

“Sweetie, there’s nothing that David and I would like more than to bury ourselves balls deep inside of your arousing little body. Except for one thing.”

“You can’t see those tiny shadows under your eyes, love,” David said. “We can.”

“Nap, then dinner, and
then
we’ll feast on you for dessert,” Robert said.

Jillian felt her mouth sliding into a pout. “I’m not tired.” What happened to informed consent? She didn’t want to nap, damn it. She wanted to have sex. She wanted hot and heavy and down and dirty sex with both of these studs at the same time.

“You might want to wait until you get out of the spa before you stamp your foot, baby. It’ll have more effect that way.”

She swivelled her head and looked at David. “You’re laughing at me.”

“Maybe a little bit.”

Robert reached over and gently turned her face toward him. “When I told you earlier that you need to let us give you what you need, I wasn’t just talking about spanking and orgasms, Jillian. There will be times—like now—when we’ll judge that you need to be cared for, and in those times we will, by damn, take care of you. Jillian, you’re exhausted. Nap time.”

“Well, hell.”

How could she put into words the sensations flowing through her at that moment? For all of her married life, she’d had to make all the decisions, do all the dirty work, and handle all the little crises. She’d hated that. Then, if Neil did put his foot down, it was usually about something stupid and unimportant. He’d randomly make some dumbass decision, but she’d never had any trouble getting her way with him. And yet, every time he gave in she felt cheated, somehow. She used to just berate herself that she couldn’t be happy, no matter what.

Even after the divorce she’d held on to that belief, never fully admitting to herself the truth of things.

The flaw hadn’t really been in her at all. She couldn’t even blame Neil, not with a good conscience.

He’d never been able to give her what she needed because he hadn’t been able to
understand
what she needed.