Sidney’s Triple Shot [Apache Crossing] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (38 page)

“I promise you that I’m fine, Noah,” Sidney said for the hundredth time as Noah hovered near her spot on the couch. “In fact, I’m better than fine. I’m bored, and getting irritable because I’ve been stuck in this house for two weeks. I need to get back to work, and I have to go back to Greenville to pack up my stuff before Robert’s parents give it all away.”

“Xavier told you that we will take you there as soon as the doctor releases you. Until then you are resting, as directed,” Noah said, handing her a can of soda and the remote control.

“That’s it! Call Doc Woolsey right now and see if he can move my appointment up to today. I’m not waiting any longer,” she snapped back as she threw the remote on the end table next to her.

Rising to her feet, she tottered for just a second on the walking boot holding her foot before hobbling her way back to her room. Well,
their
room, she thought to herself with a grin. Ever since she was released from the hospital, they had all four shared Xavier’s oversized bed. Tyce and Noah had gone online to order a custom-made bed that should arrive in a couple of weeks, but until then, none of them were willing to sleep without each other.

For the two days she was actually in the hospital, all three men had slept in the room with her, and she was content with that. Even knowing that Robert was dead, she was still having the occasional nightmare about the whole ordeal. The doctor from the hospital had been adamant that she needed to seek out therapy to help her cope with her PTSD, so Xavier had called on a friend in town who was a therapist, and she was working on it.

She just wished the guys understood how much she needed her life to get back to normal. She couldn’t take the china-doll treatment much longer. They hadn’t touched her sexually in more than two weeks, and her body was revolting. Every time one of them got close enough for her to smell, she was throbbing with need. It was time to take matters into her own hands and get that damn doctor’s release.

Showering alone was tricky, so she had to rely on Noah to help her, but that only pissed her off more. Noah was almost clinical in the way he washed her body and supported her on one foot. It was not the Noah she knew and loved. He seemed scared to touch her too much. Finally showered and dressed, she perched on one of the barstools in front of the bathroom mirror. Tyce had finally brought one into the bathroom for her when she complained that she wasn’t going to make them hold her up to put makeup on over her bruise.

Now, looking at her face, there was barely a yellowish tint to the skin around her eye. It turned out that she had a fractured orbital socket, a broken wrist, a sprained foot, and a couple of cracked ribs. She knew she was lucky, though. If Robert had gotten her back into that car and out of Texas, she wouldn’t have survived. The cast on her arm would remain on for a couple more weeks, but hopefully the walking boot could come off soon.

After dabbing on a little bit of concealer to cover the remaining bruising, she ran a brush through her hair and headed back to the living room with her purse in hand. Noah was seated at the bar reading the newspaper when she stomped in.

“Let’s go,” she said.

“What?”

“I said, let’s go. I am either going to Doc Woolsey’s office to be released, or you are taking me to the bar to work. I will not sit here immersed in my own pity for a moment longer.”

The smile that grew on Noah’s face eased her irritation, and she smiled back. “Well then, I better get some boots on, huh?” he said jovially.

It was mere minutes before they were walking into Doc Woolsey’s office, and she returned the greeting from the young girl at the reception desk. Once she explained what she wanted, it wasn’t long before she was seated in a small clinical room in a gown waiting for the elderly doctor. The nurse had taken her vitals, drawn blood, and even asked her to pee in a cup. Now she was perched on the cot in the middle of the room while Noah was seated next to her in a plastic chair. Impatience crawled over her skin, and she sighed heavily just as the doctor entered the room.

“Well, Ms. Rowe, you seem to have had yourself a hell of a fight.” Doc Woolsey was an older man in his earlier seventies, but he was good looking in a stately sort of way. His silver-white hair was still thick and matched his mustache and neatly groomed beard. He was tall and didn’t stoop as some do when they age. He had just the slightest pudge to his middle, but he moved with the grace of a much younger man, and his green eyes sparkled with life. “I hear you’re tired of playing the invalid.”

“Doc Woolsey, I feel fine, and I really want to get back to my life. I
need
to get back to my life.” She cringed at the desperation in her own voice, but Doc seemed to understand.

“Okeydokey, well, let’s get started then. I want to check those ribs first. Noah, you need to step out for a few minutes.”

Noah hesitated, but when she nodded he stood and brushed a quick kiss over her forehead. “I’ll be in the waiting room.”

“The nurse will get you after we’ve checked her out. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of her.”

He made quick work of checking her out, seeming pleased that she was healing properly. When he finally completed his exam, he took a seat on the rolling stool by the counter. “Sidney, you’ve been through terrible trauma in that last year, and although I think that rest is important, I also understand that sometimes you have to just let go of the past. I’m going to release you to all activities, but I don’t want you lifting anything with that wrist until the brace comes off, and if you feel tired or worn out at all, I want you to get off of your feet.”

“Can I go back to work?”

“As far as I’m concerned you are free to go back to work and resume all activities.”

“Thank you so much, Doc. I have been anxious to get back to the real world!”

“I’m going to have the nurse get Noah now,” he said with a gentle pat on her leg.

When Noah entered the room, he immediately came to her side and pulled her against his chest. “So…Doc, is she released to
all
activities?” Noah asked, and Sidney almost laughed out loud when his cheeks flushed lightly.

Doc Woolsey just chuckled. “Yes, son, she is released to
all
activities. Just take it easy until she builds her strength back up.”

Noah and Sidney both shook Doc Woolsey’s hand and hurried out of the office. Sidney could see lust burning in her man’s eyes as he helped her into his Jeep, and she grabbed his wrist before he could step away.

Tugging gently, she pulled him close. “Noah, I want you. I need you to fuck me.”

His groan sent a gush of moisture flooding her pussy, and he pressed his mouth to hers. The kiss was deep. It reached all the way to her core and tugged at her heart. This was her man. Her soul mate. And she wanted him with every fiber of her being. She tried to convey that with her lips, teeth, and tongue, but he still managed to pry away from her.

“Honey, I want to continue this, but not until we get home. I want to do it right,” he murmured against her forehead before he stepped back and slammed the Jeep door shut.

She groaned loudly as she settled back into her seat and buckled up. If he was determined to drive home first, then she would wait, but not without touching him. Once he was situated and driving them down the road, she reached over to stroke the bulge under his zipper.

“Fuck. Sidney! What are you doing?”

“I’m just keeping you warm, Noah. I don’t want you to lose interest before we get home,” she said seductively as she squeezed his hardening cock.

“There isn’t a chance in hell of that happening, Sidney. Please, honey, give a man a break. I don’t want to kill us in the five minutes it takes to get home.” His jaw was clenched, and his breathing was choppy.

Removing her hand from his package, she instead began massaging her own breasts through her shirt. Letting her head fall back onto the headrest, she closed her eyes and began stroking herself through her clothing, knowing that anyone who happened to be looking through their Jeep window would be able to see. Teasing her own breasts was turning her on more, so she lifted her shirt high enough to expose her lacy yellow bra.

“Oh my God, did you have to wear that one?” Noah said through gritted teeth as he tried to keep his blazing-hot gaze on the road while sneaking peeks at the sexy demicup bra he had picked out for her.

She grinned back at him, enjoying putting the pressure on him and pulled the lace half cups down far enough to expose her diamond-sharp nipples. Taking one of them between the fingertips of her good hand, she tugged gently, feeling the responding tug in her pussy and arching her back. “Mmm…Noah, this feels so good. I wish it were your hands,” she murmured in what she hoped was a seductive voice.

Judging by the speed of their vehicle, her taunting was working on him, and before she knew it, he was slamming on the brakes in front of their house so hard that she jerked against her seat belt. She blinked, and he was at her car door, unbuckling her belt and jerking her shirt down over her breasts before he scooped her up into his arms and stormed toward the front door. Somehow he managed to get the door unlocked without releasing her, but the moment they were in the house, he had her back pressed against the wall. She did her best to help him get her clothes off while keeping her lips locked to his. His tongue thrust in and out of her mouth, mimicking the motion that she desperately craved from his cock, and she rocked her now-bare pussy against his abs.

“Please!” she gasped.

Noah released the buttons on his jeans and freed his thick, purplish cock. Without another pause, he slammed it home, thrusting deep inside of her and pushing her into the wall. With one hand under her ass and the other hand braced against the wall, he bent his head and took her nipple into his mouth. She screamed when he bit down on it, and she felt her dripping-wet pussy clench down on his cock. Locking her ankles behind his back, she used the wall as leverage and began lifting herself against him, desperate to reach her orgasm. The smell of sex flooded her nostrils, and her vision grayed as her climax approached.

“Yeah, honey, come for me. Come all over my cock.” He groaned against her breasts as she felt her body catch fire in his arms.

The burning in her belly spread out through her limbs, and she would have sworn she saw flames licking her skin as she screamed out her pleasure. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, and she was gasping for air as Noah’s cock began to pulse and empty inside of her. Her cunt spasmed around him, milking him until he was drained and they just rested there numbly. The only sound was their heavy breathing and the ticking of the clock on the living room wall. It felt like a stolen moment of paradise to Sidney, and she giggled.

“What’s so funny?” he said against her skin, swiping his tongue out to lick at her still-tingling nipple.

“Nothing. I’m just glad you take directions well,” she said and then laughed harder when he lifted his head to glare at her.

“What? Hey, are you crying?” He was suddenly in panic mode as he withdrew from her body and lifted her back into his arms. “I’m so sorry, honey. Where do you hurt? Do I need to call the doctor?”

She laughed even harder, but the tears continued to slip from her eyes. “No! I’m not hurt. I’m not even sure why I’m crying. Just an emotional wreck, I suppose.”

He stared down at her as he set her on a barstool next to the kitchen island, but he didn’t look like he believed her.

“I promise you, Noah, I’m fine. I just…love you so much,” she said, breaking off as a sob broke free from her throat.

His arms wrapped around her, pressing her face to the skin of his muscular chest, and he pressed a kiss to the top of her scalp. “Oh, sweet girl, I love you more than anything else in the world. You’re the best thing to ever happen in our lives.”

“Well, you three are the
only
good thing to ever happen in my life,” she said with a sharp laugh.

They held each other quietly. She was unbothered by the fact that she was naked while he still wore his jeans and boots. It was a moment of solidarity, security, and pure love. She wouldn’t have missed it for the world. After several minutes, though, her body betrayed her, and she shivered against him.

“Are you cold?” he whispered.

She nodded, and he released her. Taking her hand to help her up, he walked her back toward the bedroom. Instead of snuggling her into the bed though, he surprised her by walking her into the bathroom. She smiled as he turned on the tub faucet and rooted through the cabinet under the sink for some of the bubble bath that he had purchased for her. Once the tub was full of soft, white bubbles and steaming-hot water, he stripped off his jeans and boots and stepped in. Before sitting down, he held his hand out to her and helped her carefully step over the side. His concern for her injuries was evident, but he was trying his best not to point them out, and it made her love him even more.

Resting between his legs with her back against his chest in the hot bubble bath, she really did feel like she was in heaven. He seemed content to just enjoy the moment without any words, so she thought back over everything that had happened.

There would be no trial, as Tyce had clearly acted in her defense when he killed Robert. The whole town of Apache Crossing had embraced her into their fold since the shooting. They had enough casseroles in their freezer to eat one a night for a month, but she enjoyed the constant flow of visitors, and she had gotten much closer to Anna, Kara, and Marie.