Chapter 49
It took a week of begging, borrowing, and pleading to get my release paperwork completed by one very stern-looking nurse. She was the kind of nurse that gave the best care, because she was too scary for her patients to defy and mess around with their own recovery.
She also threatened that if I misbehaved at home, she’d take on the role of my home health nurse, visiting me daily at home for bandage changes, and I shivered at the thought of her standing in my bedroom.
“I’ll be the perfect patient,” I smirked up at her. “You just wait and see.”
She pursed her lips but cracked a smile with a proud nod, “Go home and live your beautiful life, Frankie.”
I smiled back, glancing up at Eli, standing behind me, hands on the wheelchair ready to break me free from my prison. “You heard her, let’s get out of here.”
He pushed me to where his truck waited on the curb, locked the brakes and came around to lift me effortlessly from the seat. I used to worry about hurting my men when they’d insist on carrying me or manhandling me, but now, I simply sat back and let them do it.
They both proved they could carry my curvy ass around, and I was done pretending that I didn’t love every second in their arms.
What I didn’t love were the burns covering both of my lower legs and feet.
Those were a real fucking bitch that made existing pretty miserable, but I would not complain. The alternative was too crude comparatively.
Besides, it meant that the guys stayed close, taking care of me and spending quality time with me non-stop.
Which my black, dark soul was eating up like an aphrodisiac-laced catnip.
I loved being doted on by Travis and Eli.
“What are you masterminding up in that pretty head of yours?” Eli asked as he gently set me in the front seat of his truck, lingering in the open doorway as I shrugged with a smirk.
“Nothing proper.” I mused, and his stare darkened as I winked at him. “I can’t wait to be in our bed again, that’s all.”
“Hmm,” He hummed, unconvinced. “Well, don’t let those thoughts stray too far, because Travis and I are sleeping on the couches while you heal.”
I gasped, making a deliciously dramatic noise, clutching my chest in outrage and slapped his arm. “Don’t be so cruel, my fragile heart can’t take it.”
He snorted, leaning in to kiss me, lingering just long enough to make me melt before he pulled back and winked at me. “Recovery, Frankie.” He mused, shutting the door with a resounding thud before walking around to his side, “You heard what the doctor said.”
I snorted in disbelief as he pulled the truck out of the hospital parking lot, aiming it toward home, where my babies and Travis waited for us. “Yeah, but that’s just what they have to say—”
“No.” He shook his head, reaching across the center console, that I hated being down, taking my usual seat in the center, “Not a chance. Six weeks. Minimum.”
Now my gasp was more of an outraged gurgle of incredulity, but he wouldn’t waver, staring out the front window, while his thumb rubbed back and forth over my knuckle.
Like hell I was going six weeks without sex.
My feet were broken.
Not my vagina.
I didn’t argue with him, because it wouldn’t do me any good in the truck on the way home, my mind was too distracted with seeing my babies and snuggling with them on our couch instead of in my hospital bed like I’d been forced to do for the last week.
Besides, it wasn’t like he was the only one with a dick I could ride in the house.
And he always came around to my wicked ways when I was naked, getting fucked.
I obediently rode home, touching him only on the hand, and he looked at me out of the corner of his eye, as if he was expecting me to keep trying to persuade him.
But I didn’t.
I was the perfect and patient girlfriend.
For now.
As soon as we pulled into the driveway, clearing the dense trees and breaking through up near the house, my heart rate sped up with excitement for a different reason.
“Welcome home, Black Cat.” Eli smiled, leaning over the console to kiss me once again, teasing me.
“It’s so damn good to be here.” I said back and then Travis was at my door, opening it up and leaning in, surprising me and making me squeal with laughter.
“Welcome home, Shade.” He purred, kissing me, with dominant hands on my cheeks, using tongue just the way I craved from him.
I whimpered against his lips, digging my nails into his wrist and moaning for him, desperate for the comfort his kisses were giving me before he pulled back and forced a deep breath into his big barrel chest. “Sorry. I got carried away.”
I whimpered again, this time in a pout as Eli chuckled at my disappointment when it was obvious I wasn’t about to get railed in the driveway.
Rude.
Travis at least had the decency to look guilty over the tease as he lifted me from the seat, tucking me in against his chest to make the quick walk up the porch and through the front door.
My bandages made pants impossible, so my short pajama shorts did little to ward off the cold, even paired with one of Eli’s hoodies that hung to my knees.
As soon as we made it through the front door, the warmth of the fireplace pushed away the cold, and I managed to only stare at the flames dancing in the hearth for a moment before my kid's cries of glee distracted me.
“Mommy!” Toby cheered, leaping off the kitchen barstool, directly into Eli’s arms as he caught him right before he landed on my lap in Trav’s arms.
Emmie came barreling down the stairs in dress-up shoes and a jersey. “Mama’s home!”
I chuckled, swatting away the guys as they sat me down in the chair next to the couch. “I’m home.” I swaddled both of my babies up in my arms, pulling them onto my lap and away from my bandages. “God, I missed you both like crazy!”
The kids snuggled in hard, trying to get under my skin and stay within me, and I welcomed it, smelling their sweet little innocent scents and basking in the cozy warmth of our home.
Hal and Maggie lingered at the edge of the living room, next to my mom and I gave them a little wave as Toby leaped right into a full recounting story of his time at the Hayes’s farm the last few days while Travis and Eli doted on me.
It was nice having my men with me in the hospital, both off work for a few weeks to take care of me, but it was even better having everyone at home together again.
The kids visited me each day at the hospital, and we talked multiple times on the phone daily, but it was still so much fun hearing about their times all over again.
Their storytelling skills were really coming in, the recounts were animated and magical, and I lived for it.
I lived.
I was taking nothing for granted ever again, either.
And I sat back, enjoying every second of my favorite brand of chaos.
Mine.
The cabin was finally quiet.
The kids were asleep in their beds, exhausted from the excitement of the day, Maggie and Hal had left with my mom, promising to be back the next day to keep the guys from smothering me with their attention.
I should have been asleep too, my body was tired enough, still tender and sore deep in the early stages of recovery. But the words my asshole doctor dared to mutter in front of both Travis and Eli haunted my head like a curse.
No strenuous activity for six weeks.
Six.
Meanwhile, I had two gorgeous men under the same roof who hovered over me like saints yet refused to touch me like sinners.
It was rude as hell.
Earlier, I had tried to push my luck, going for my most likely victim. I had Travis with me alone after he helped me get settled into bed for an afternoon nap.
And I tried to work my magic, a kiss that lingered too long, with more tongue and teeth than was necessary.
Sliding my hand up under his shirt, he groaned, crawling up onto the bed with me, hovering over me as I internally smiled, getting further than I had managed all week to getting them to break their own self-inflicted celibacy.
And then Eli barged in like he knew what I was up to.
Kill joy.
The worst part about the whole thing was I had Travis right where I wanted him. Hard. Horny. Desperate, just like I was.
“You can’t,” Eli glared at me with his hands on his hips, and Travis actually groaned in a pout back at him.
“Don’t listen to him.” I kissed Travis again, pulling him back to me as he chuckled, kissing me deeper as Eli grunted from the doorway. “He’s a cock block.”
The door shut behind him, and then Travis was yanked off the bed to stand at the side with a smug-looking Eli, and I huffed in frustration.
“Not fair.” I pouted.
“Yeah,” Travis stuck out his bottom lip in a very dramatic way that was so not him, maybe he was closer to breaking than I thought. “I’m horny.”
“Then I’ll take care of you.” Eli said, shocking me speechless as I sputtered.
I watched Travis’s pout morph into something sinister as Eli pulled him in, kissing him deeply.
“Holy fucking balls.” I groaned, mouth hanging open, body on fire.
There was no hesitation on either of their parts, no tentative exploring or indecision.
It was raw, and powerful, and needy.
So fucking needy.
I moaned when Travis put his hands on Eli’s hips, pulling their bodies flush before Eli dropped his hand to the front of Trav’s jeans, palming his hard cock that I put there with my kiss a moment ago.
“What the hell have I missed this last week?”
Travis groaned and smiled up at the ceiling as Eli pulled back to stare up at him as he stroked his dick. “We’ve kissed a lot.” Trav replied. “But not like this. Fuck yes, Sunshine.”
Trav’s hips flexed, pushing against Eli’s hand, and I sat up higher on the pillows to watch my favorite porno.
I didn’t even care that they weren’t giving me any attention, even though I was on the brink of a full-on tantrum moments ago. I needed to see what they were doing more than I needed to come.
I had to see it.
“Sunshine!” Emmie called out from the kitchen, “Saw!” and the guys parted like they were burned by each other’s touch, chests heaving and both of their jeans were tight in the crotch. “I’m hungry!”
“I’ll be right there!” Trav called back, rubbing his hands over his face as he took a few calming deep breaths before glancing over at me where I sat on the bed, hanging on by a thread over the whole thing. “Duty calls.”
“I hate you.” I hissed, glaring at both of them. “Before, it was just him!” I pointed at Eli defiantly, “But now, I hate you both.”
My men both grinned, dismissing my claims before walking back out to take care of my kids.
I huffed, falling back onto the pillows, but even as much as I tried, I couldn’t keep the stupid grin off my face as I replayed their sexy kiss in my mind.
Damn, I was a lucky woman.
And not once in my life had I ever thought that about myself.