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

the doorway. Sighing with relief, she rested her mug on the floor and opened his bag. The medications were right on the top.
    She was balanced with her leg stuck out behind her, one hand on the luggage and the other reaching for the pills, when she wobbled and slammed her hand flat on the floor so she wouldn’t fall. However, she knocked over the mug with a crash and dropped the bag of medications, sending containers rolling in every direction.
    Rainer sat up in bed, blinking at her, saying, “Wynter?”
    Quinn raced into the room and grabbed her. “Wynter, what if you fell? What do you need? Pain pills?”
    Quinn scooped her up and placed her on the bed, in Rainer’s arms, before he switched the light on and began to collect the spilt containers of pills. He handed the bag and what he’d collected to Rainer then crawled under the bed to get the rest.
    “I’m sorry. I spilled the water.”
    “It’s not much. I’ll get a cloth and wipe it up and bring you more, when I’m sure I’ve picked everything up,” said Quinn.
    Wynter felt tears of failure gathering behind her eyes. Every little thing was too hard for her now, and once again she’d screwed up.
    “Aw, sweetie, don’t cry. I know the pain’s bad, but in fifteen minutes you’ll be getting better again,” said Rainer, hugging her.
    “It’s not that. It’s just that I can’t even get a pill without spilling the water these days.”
    “Yeah, well, you can’t kneel down yet. Once you’ve had the operation and can kneel, life will get simpler again.”
    Rainer rocked her gently in his arms, and she could feel him pressing kisses to the top of her head. He was so kind and caring the tears began to flow, and she determinedly sniffed them back. Just because he was rocking her like a baby it didn’t mean she could cry like a baby.
    Quinn handed her the mug refilled with water, and Rainer passed her the pain pills. She gulped two down and leaned against Rainer, loving the solid strength and support of his arms and body against hers. Quinn wiped up the water from the floor and checked under the furniture, but he must have collected all the things she’d spilled because he didn’t hand any more to Rainer.
    Quinn climbed up on the bed with them and tucked her in, the two men bracketing her and holding her.
    “Relax now, sweetie, and let the pills do their thing,” whispered Rainer.
    She was entranced by his chest. Last night she’d slept with her face against Quinn’s naked chest. Rainer’s was just as hard and muscled, but his body hair was much darker. She’d seen them both in swimwear and noticed the differences, but up close like this she was able to tangle her fingers in his chest hair and play with it.
    “I’m glad you don’t wear a shirt to sleep in,” she said.
    “It saves doing laundry,” he muttered.
    Suddenly she became aware of two other hard muscles, the cocks both in front of her and behind her.
    Behind her Quinn’s earthy, woodsy scent was sending her wild. In front of her Rainer’s lighter fragrance was just as appealing. Before her brain knew what her mouth was doing she said, “After you fucked me I slept really well. Would you do that again, please, both of you.”
    “I’d love to, but are you sure it’s what you want?” asked Quinn.
    “Yes. You’re both irresistible.”
    And they were. She had no idea why she wanted them so much, had to have them both again, right now, but she did. It was her body, begging for them. For these few brief days they were hers, she needed them, craved them more than even water to swim in, for some strange, unknown reason. And this morning had been wonderful.
    “Let us make love to you properly then,” said Quinn.
    Quinn pulled the bedding down while Rainer rolled her onto her back and lifted the sleep shirt off her body. Quinn removed her panties, being very careful of her knee, which was still throbbing, although not nearly as much as ten minutes ago.
    Quinn sat against the headboard of