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

critter. She’s been doing it tough,” agreed Quinn.
    Rainer wasn’t sure that a great white shark could be termed a “little critter,” but she’d certainly been in far too much pain for one woman to have to deal with alone. He slid his legs into her bed under the blanket and pressed against her back. She seemed to snuggle against him. She was now sandwiched between the two of them, her face buried in Quinn’s naked chest. Rainer watched as Quinn carefully moved his legs under the bedclothes, then pulled them up over his chest. The bed wasn’t really meant for three people, but since they were all lying on their sides they seemed to fit okay, and if anyone fell out it wouldn’t be Wynter, so the system would work for the rest of the night.
    Rainer hadn’t looked at the time, but it felt like two or three in the morning to him, and that made sense as her painkillers would have worn off by then, too.
    He breathed the scent of her hair deep into his lungs. She smelled of the ocean, fresh and salty. He liked that. He petted her arms, the skin feeling slightly rough under his hands. Oh fuck, they hadn’t taken her swimming before bed. They’d have to go early in the morning before they left. They couldn’t leave until eight because she had to hand in her apartment key and get her deposit back. It was all organized, but the apartment block manager didn’t start work until eight, so it couldn’t happen until then. Hmm. Perhaps one of them could take her down to the beach while the other loaded the last of the things into the U-Haul trailer. Although it would require both of them to carry the bed. Damn. Why hadn’t they remembered to take her for a swim?
    He was the care attendant. It was his job to put her needs as the top priority and already he was failing. Likely lying in bed with her stroking her hair and skin wasn’t totally professional either, but it had soothed her and put her to sleep, so he wasn’t going to stop now.
    Of course he wouldn’t mind touching her other places, too, but that really would be unprofessional. And talking about unprofessional, the size of his erection fit that category as well. But she was so sweet and beautiful he couldn’t blame his cock for thinking about the parts of her hidden under Quinn’s T-shirt. He’d seen her breasts through that damp sleep shirt she’d been wearing, and they’d looked exactly the right size to fill his hands—and his mouth.
    Cautiously he spread his legs wider apart. His cock was huge and aching with need. Need for her, his patient. Not happening unfortunately. But once she wasn’t his patient he’d be more than ready to fuck her. She might even be willing to play with him and Quinn in the dungeon. Rainer had been wondering how to tell Quinn he’d like to be his sub again. Quinn had punished him absolutely perfectly and sent him flying to subspace. Quinn was the right Dom for him. He couldn’t become Quinn’s permanent sub because he only fucked women, but if he could add Wynter to the mix that would be the perfect solution. He wouldn’t even mind sharing her with such a caring man as Quinn. But that was all a long way ahead. About two and a half thousand miles and a week ahead, to be precise.
    Very carefully he rested his hand on her right hip, relishing the feel of her slightly rough skin under his palm. He could hear her breathing, soft and light, and Quinn’s, deeper and heavier, and guessed they were both asleep. Quietly he lowered his head to the pillow and lay still, basking in the pure joy of holding a beautiful woman in his arms.
    He must have fallen asleep because it was starting to grow light when he opened his eyes next. Wynter was grinding her ass against his cock, and his cock was loving it. He loved it, too, but his brain was trying to remind him it wasn’t necessarily a good idea.
    Before he could say anything, she lifted Quinn’s T-shirt off and threw it on the floor, then reached behind her and grabbed his cock out of