The Patient Is a Shark [Shape-Shifter Clinic 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 5

  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 his boxers in a determined fist.

  “Wynter?” he gulped.

  “Fuck me, please. Take me from behind so it doesn’t hurt my knee. Do it, Rainer, please, please, please. I need you to fuck me right now.”

  She let go of his cock and placed her hands on her panties, trying to tug them down. His brain was out to lunch right now, but his hands instantly cooperated in sliding the tiny garment down her legs and off over her feet.

  “Quinn, suck my breasts. Lick them, bite them, help me to come,” she ordered.

  Rainer’s cock was already trying to push into her pussy from behind, but with his last functioning brain cell he managed to ask, “Wynter, are you sure about this? Are you sure you want us to fuck you?”

  “Yes, yes, now, please. Fuck me now.”

  Rainer couldn’t wait any longer. It was what he wanted above all things anyway. He pressed his cock between her legs into her hot and welcoming cunt. She was very wet, very ready for him, and he held her hips and began to pump into her, his mouth pressing kisses to her shoulder as he did.

  On the other side of her, Quinn was groaning, his mouth on her breasts. Well, Quinn wasn’t holding back saying it wasn’t professional either.

  Rainer stopped thinking and started feeling. Feeling her skin pushing back against him, her ass cheeks no longer soft, but rough and scratchy now, her back the same. Feeling the tightness and heat of her gripping his cock in a warm, firm, wet fist, more wonderful than he could ever have imagined.

  He pressed his chest to her back, holding her shoulders, kissing her skin, pumping into her with his hips working hard, wanting to pleasure her with everything he could offer her.

  Wynter was making little whimpering noises now, her butt pushing back against him, her hips rotating and driving him wild. Quinn’s face was against her skin, and over Wynter’s happy little noises he could hear Quinn’s murmurs of appreciation, too.

  He slid one hand down her side, stroking and petting her every inch of the way until he reached her hip. For long moments he drew circles on her skin with his fingertips, gradually working his way closer and closer to her pussy, until finally he could touch her clit. It was burning hot and engorged. Happily, he stroked it while he continued to thrust into her strongly, trying to penetrate her as deeply as he could with his cock, to pleasure her to the utmost.

  Quinn’s face was buried between her breasts, and he had one hand on each, playing with the nipples. Rainer could see how huge her nipples were, could feel how aroused her clit was, and could hear more of the happy noises she was making. She was still pressing back onto his cock, driving him wild with need.

  It didn’t last, it couldn’t. He was far too aroused, and she was much too animated and frantic in her movements for him to slow the action down.

  She gasped, shook, and collapsed between them, and his cock exploded without him being aware of doing anything extra.

  To his surprise she leaned forward, grabbed Quinn’s erection and sucked him down her throat. Rainer withdrew from her to give them a bit more space, but Wynter used her hands and mouth on Quinn so fast that only a few minutes later Quinn warned, “I’m coming,” as she held him in her mouth and swallowed.

  Wynter lay down again, and Rainer rested his head on her back. Her skin was hot and rough. They really needed to get her to the beach soon, but he was curious to know why she wanted them to make love to her. How did a man ask a woman that? Wasn’t it supposed to be the man who seduced the woman?

  She didn’t say anything, so as a gentleman, he supposed that meant he shouldn’t say anything either.

  He must have fallen asleep, because it was a while later when he slid off the bed, pulled his boxers back up, and went into the bathroom. After a really quick shower, he got dressed in the living room. Quinn followed him out only five minutes later.

  Rainer was wearing his board shorts, flip-flops, and a T-shirt.

  Quinn nodded at him. “Yeah, I was thinking we need to get her into the ocean pretty fast.”

  “I heard that. I’m ready.” Wynter walked into the room, once again moving very slowly and upright. She was wearing a bikini with a sarong over it, sandals on her feet.

  Rainer rushed forward. “You’re all tense again. You’re going to be knotted up in pain like last time if you keep doing that. Here, let me carry you.”

  “When we get in the water I’ll take off my bikini before I change into my shark. You’ll have to hold it until I transform again. It’s the only way I can swim in public.”

  “I’ll look after everything for you. Let me get us some towels.” Quinn went back to the bathroom and snatched up the towels they’d just used, the only ones not already packed, and picked up the car keys from the coffee table where the men had left them last night after loading the trailer.

  “I’ll carry her, you drive,” said Rainer.

  “Okay, where’s the beach?” asked Quinn.

  And sometime soon, maybe as we travel today, I need to know what drove her crazy in bed. Not that I’m complaining, I loved it. But I need to know.

  * * * *

  Wynter was still having trouble believing that she, meek and mild, careful Wynter, had seduced two men into fucking her in her own bed! Two men she’d only met the day before. But two men who drove her wild with desire with their scents and actions. Well, too bad. After somewhere between three days and a week in her car with them crossing from one side of the country to the other, then she’d never see them again. It was rather like a summer romance. Except the only one romancing here was her, in her head.

  She wasn’t stupid. She wasn’t going to fall in love like a teenager and have her heart broken. But she wasn’t going to waste two such perfect men dropping into her life however briefly either. Fate had brought them together and undoubtedly fate would rip them apart again all too soon. Meanwhile some cuddling and sex was the way to go. Besides, there was something about their scents that called to her on the deepest possible level, that made them irresistible to her. That told her more clearly than words they were honest, upright people, good men, not con men about to take her away to be tortured and abused.

  She showed them the one-lane dirt road into the tiny, unpopular beach she swam from and was relieved to see no other cars stopped at the end of the track. That’s why she came here. It didn’t have much of a view and there wasn’t very much sand, so few people came here. Lovers sometimes, but no one much else. There was no easy way to get a boat or a jet ski from the end of the track and into the water, so that was another point against people coming here. Or a point in
the beach’s favor, in her mind. Sadly, she mentally farewelled the beach. It’d been as much her home as her apartment was for the past two years. But even if she came back to California again, she likely wouldn’t come back to this town. Any beachside community would do. Anywhere she could swim.

  Quinn lifted her out of the car and carried her across the sand. Wynter wanted to stay in Quinn’s strong arms forever. He carried her as if she weighed nothing, which she knew was a lie. Her body was rounded, even a little chubby, although she was only five foot four. She was a shark after all and no one ever saw skinny sharks.

  Quinn took her right out into the water, removing her sandals and letting her slide down onto the ocean bottom when he was knee-deep in water. She looked all around but saw no sign of people and quickly stripped her sarong and bikini off and handed them to him, then she dropped down into the water.

  Oh God that felt good. Her skin was dry and itchy and the water flowing over it was wonderful. She swam out until the water was deeper than she could stand up in as a human. Once again she looked around carefully but saw no one other than the two men. She sank down under the water and transformed then swam fast the length of the beach turned and swam back. Oh yes, that was good.

  Ever since she’d hurt her knee she’d been frightened to go out too far into the ocean. This close to shore there was a risk of being seen by the shark patrol or hit by recreational water vehicles, but this particular beach had neither. She swam and played just at the edge of the deeper water, diving down from time to time, but mostly just rolling around, swimming backward and forward until her skin was perfectly hydrated and smooth again.

  She couldn’t stay long today. She knew she needed to meet with the manager and get onto the road. They had a hell of a long road trip ahead of them.

  Wynter faced toward the shore again and swam slowly back. She raised her snout and looked quickly around but once more saw only the two men. Quickly, she transformed and put her head above water for a much longer and more searching check but still saw no one. Thank God for that.

  By the time she’d swum close to the water’s edge, Rainer was there holding a towel for her. He wrapped it around her and picked her up, carrying her back up the beach to where the two men had been sitting. Quinn offered her a second towel to dry her hair, and then she put her bikini and sarong back on.

  Rainer picked her up and carried her back to the car as she held their three towels. Once they were headed back to the apartment Quinn, all business, said, “Rainer will go with you to get your deposit back as soon as you’ve had your shower and gotten dressed. While you’re doing that we’ll take the bed out to the trailer. I’ll pack the last few things when you’re getting your deposit back, and we’ll eat on the road. Does that sound okay with you?”

  “Sure.”

  Wynter felt a bit guilty. She hadn’t really offered them much to eat, but she’d deliberately eaten up most of her food and not bought any more. She’d planned to buy a loaf of bread and perhaps some fruit for the journey. She’d already filled all her water bottles with water from the tap and put them in the freezer. Of course they wouldn’t stay cold forever, but the water should be drinkable for the length of the journey and it was free.

  “I should probably clean the floors one last time, too. I’ve been keeping the apartment reasonably clean but—”

  “You can’t vacuum or mop right now. I’ll do that,” said Quinn.

  She relaxed back on to her seat. She was so spoiled. They were treating her like a precious possession and caring for her so perfectly. Oh God, I want them so much. They’re everything I could ever wish for in a man. Kind, thoughtful, caring, and nice to look at. I can’t get used to it though. I’m just a job for them right now. Soon I’ll need to look after myself again.

  * * * *

  Quinn pulled out the tiny notepad he always kept in his pocket, along with his pen, and said, “I’ll get a couple loaves of bread, and iceberg lettuce, sliced cheddar cheese, and tomatoes to go in it to make us sandwiches. I noticed you’ve got peanut butter so we can make a few sandwiches with that, too. You said you had water in the freezer so I’ll pick up a six-pack of sodas as well. Is Coca Cola okay for you, Wynter, and Rainer?”

  “Yeah, we may need the caffeine,” said Rainer.

  “I’ll mostly drink the water, so choose whatever you prefer yourselves,” added Wynter.

  “Bananas? Oranges?” asked Quinn.

  “Oranges may be too messy to eat as we drive. Bananas or apples would be better,” said Rainer.

  “Got it. Anything else you’d like?”

  Quinn turned around to look at Wynter sitting on the backseat, but her head was down. “Wynter?”

  “Nothing else, thank you, that all sounds good.”

  Quinn wasn’t convinced, but he wondered if she was worrying about the cost again. Still, they had to eat something, and it seemed to him he’d been hungry ever since he left home. Besides, they’d gotten a fair price for her television, and she’d insisted on selling the microwave oven as well for what she termed “walking around” money. A couple of loaves of bread wouldn’t cost much, and at least it’d fill them all up.

  As soon as they got back to her apartment, Quinn and Rainer dismantled the bed and carried it out to the trailer. It was easy enough to put it back together again. Just a few bolts at each end where the sides locked into the headboard and footboard, then they could put the mattress back on. At least she’d be able to lie stretched out and rest if she was in too much pain on the backseat, although they were filling the backseat with a couple of blankets and all her pillows in the hope she could travel comfortably there.

  It was still not eight o’clock yet, so he and Rainer took the last few items out to the trailer, then Rainer cleaned the bathroom while he mopped the floors. Promptly at eight they all left the apartment. Rainer and Wynter went to get her deposit back while Quinn raced to the store. He picked up the bread and salad items, the sodas, a big bag of chocolate chip cookies, half a dozen bananas, a bag of apples, and at the checkout, he added a couple of women’s magazines and a little book of crossword puzzles and sudoku puzzles to his purchases. He had no idea whether or not she enjoyed solving puzzles, but it was going to be a long and boring day for her he was sure. Perhaps these would help her. If not, it was no big deal.

  When he got back to the apartment block, he found he’d timed it just right. Rainer was carrying Wynter down the stairs to the parking lot. While Rainer settled her in the backseat, Quinn hooked up the trailer, and they were on their way.

  For the first hour their conversation was desultory and mainly focused on keeping themselves on the correct route. But once they were on the Interstate they could relax. Quinn wanted to do as much of the driving as he was able to do, so Rainer could concentrate on looking after Wynter, but they both needed to be sure of the navigation, so they talked about the way they were going, which towns they’d pass through, and where they’d turn off at night to get to the place they were staying in Albuquerque.

  He glanced in the rearview mirror to check she wasn’t asleep, then asked, “Tell us about your childhood, Wynter. Did you grow up in a pack—pod?—of sharks?”

  “You can say a pod, like whales, or a school, like fish, but I prefer the term ‘shiver.’ A shiver of sharks.”

  “Really? You aren’t joking? It’s actually called a shiver of sharks?” Rainer sounded as though he didn’t believe her.

  “You can Google it on your cell phone if you like. It really is a shiver of sharks.”

  Quinn guessed she was telling the truth, but he waited for Rainer to check.

  “Hey yes. And listen to this. You say a congregation of alligators, a cloud of bats, and a murder of crows.”

  “I knew the one about the crows. I’ve heard that before,” said Wynter.

  “That was a movie, an old movie ages ago. I remember seeing it on late-night television. Some lawyer steals an old man’s book and publishes it as his own and then the police think he real
ly committed the murders in the book,” said Quinn.

  “I don’t think I ever saw it. How about a waddling of ducks, or a skulk of foxes.”

  “Keep going. I’m enjoying these.” Quinn glanced in his rearview mirror at Wynter as she spoke and was pleased to see a little bit of pink color in her pale cheeks. Well, good. He was glad this was keeping her entertained, and he had all day to find out about her life anyway.

  “Hmm. A bloat of hippopotamuses? A mess of iguanas, and a cartload of monkeys.”

  “A cartload of monkeys? I always thought that was just a joke,” said Wynter.

  “I did, too. Let me keep looking. A parliament of owls and a pandemonium of parrots. An unkindness of ravens. Now really, calling them that is pretty unkind all in itself. They might have thought of something better. Who comes up with these names anyway?”

  “You’re the one with the cell phone. Can’t you Google that, too?” asked Quinn.

  “But I’ll lose my place,” complained Rainer.

  However, Quinn saw Rainer’s fingers dancing over the keyboard on his phone and knew Rainer was enjoying this as much as he was. Besides, it was making Wynter smile and anything that distracted her from her pain was good.

  “Here we go. The collective nouns for animals were introduced by hunters, in France first then in England. Gentlemen used to show off the fact they knew all the proper names. And oh, yuck. How about this? There were special names for all the droppings as well,” said Rainer.

  “Seriously?”

  Rainer turned around, and Quinn guessed he was smiling at Wynter or maybe even showing her his phone.

  “Yes.”

  When Rainer was facing the front again, Quinn asked, “Are there any more good names for the animal groups?”

  “We were up to ravens,” said Wynter helpfully.

  “Oh yes. A crash of rhinoceroses, an ambush of tigers, and a descent of woodpeckers.”