The Patient Is a Shark [Shape-Shifter Clinic 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Cara Adams Read Free Book Online

from your tears. Here, let me go get my bedding and remake your bed,” said Rainer.
    Quinn scooped her up in his arms and carried her out to the living room and placed her on the couch. The room was almost empty now as the U-Haul trailer was packed except for her bed and the last-minute things. They’d planned to leave early tomorrow morning. Well, today now, she guessed. She watched as Rainer picked up his sheets and pillow and took them into her bedroom, returning with a bundle of linen he placed by the front door.
    “Take off that damp sleep shirt. You can’t stay in it. You’ll catch a chill,” said Quinn.
    “But I’ve only got my clothes for tomorrow left out,” she objected.
    Quinn pulled his own T-shirt off. “Here, that’ll more than cover your sexy bits.”
    She hadn’t felt sexy since she’d hurt her leg, but she had to smile at his words. And at his chest. My oh my, what lovely, defined muscles he has . That was the nicest six-pack she’d seen in a long time, and she lived at the beach and got to see lots of them.
    Mumbling her thanks, she pulled her sleep shirt off over her head and tugged his T-shirt on. It felt warm and smelled of hot man. Really, both of them were so good to look at. She was incredibly lucky about that. And as well, they genuinely cared for her. Right now Rainer was remaking her bed, having given up his for her. All her spare sheets were packed in the trailer already. “Where is Rainer going to sleep for the rest of the night?”
    “He’ll be fine. He’s still got his blanket. It’s much more important that you’re comfortable,” said Quinn.
    Quinn carried her back to bed, and Rainer tucked the sheet around her. It’d felt so good to be held in a man’s arms. It was way too long since she’d felt cared for like this. She knew she was just their job, but she couldn’t help asking, “Will you both stay with me for a little while, please? Just ’til I fall asleep.”
    “Of course, sweetie,” said Rainer, gently stroking her hair and her shoulders.
    The painkillers were starting to take effect now, and Wynter wiggled around in her bed until she was comfortable. It was so good to have sheets that were cool and fresh against her skin, and a shirt that smelled of Quinn. She buried her nose into the pillow and thought she might have scented Rainer on it. For the first time in many years she felt cherished and protected. Of course it was just their job to look after her, but she could pretend they cared about her as a person as well as a patient. She could imagine they were sitting beside her now out of love as well as duty.
    Rainer’s hands in her hair were so gentle and relaxing. Quinn’s chest was a hard wall of strong muscles protecting her, keeping her safe.
    She rested her face against Quinn’s naked chest, breathing in his all-male scent as deeply as she could, getting to know him by his smell. He seemed earthy, woodsy even to her, which was unusual to smell for a shark used to oceans, salt water, and sand. But his aroma tugged at her senses and seemed right somehow, perfect for him.
    Behind her, Rainer continued to massage her head and shoulders, helping her tense muscles to relax. She hadn’t been aware how very stressed she’d become until he started to soothe her. Now she could feel him unraveling knot after knot in her back and shoulders, leaving behind him peace and the knowledge that she’d soon be sleeping better than she had since she’d injured herself.
    “Thank you. That feels so much better.”
    “Relax, sweetie. Go back to sleep now.”
    She did relax. Wrapped in the arms of two men, two complete strangers, she felt safe, cared for, cherished, wanted, and as her pain eased and her muscles were soothed, she drifted into sleep. I wish this was real. I wish you were both mine.
     
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    Rainer stared over Wynter’s sleeping body at Quinn. “I don’t dare leave her. She could wake up in pain again,” he said very softly.
    “Poor little