Monroe, Marla - Their Broken Lady (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (3 page)

“Nothing we can do about it right now, though. Let’s stop by and see her several times a day to be sure she’s okay, and to get her used to us.”

“I like that idea. Only thing is that she’ll have to get to the door to let us in.” Bryan hated for her to have to hobble all the way into the front part of the house to answer the door.

“True, and she’ll be stove up tomorrow from the fall. Damn!” Tanner popped his thigh with his hand.

“What?” Bryan turned to look at his brother.

“We didn’t get her prescription filled for her pain medicine. She’ll need that.”

Bryan grinned. “Well that can be easily remedied.” He turned the big truck around in the middle of the road and headed back to town.

“I can write a script for her pain medication,” Tanner said. “That way we won’t be getting her out of bed twice.”

“We don’t have to get her out of bed even once. I can open her door with just a credit card. I told you her lock was flimsy.”

Tanner grinned and shook his head. “Do I want to know how you learned how to do that?”

“Probably not.” Bryan pulled into a parking space in front of the drug store.

“I’ll just be a minute.” Tanner got out of the truck and headed for the pharmacy door.

Bryan thought about Amber’s hourglass figure. She had the prettiest auburn hair and blue eyes he had ever seen. Her hair seemed to have a natural wave or curl to it and fell just past her shoulders. He figured her to be about five feet four inches, just the right height for him and his brother. His mouth watered to taste her breasts. Would she have pretty pink nipples, or rosy red ones? His brother was an ass man. Hers was definitely a keeper, nice and plump and heart shaped.

A few minutes passed and Tanner climbed back in the truck. “Got it. Let’s drive through somewhere and get her something to eat.”

“I’m all over that.”

They picked her up a hamburger and fries then headed back to Amber’s house. Bryan pulled in behind her Nissan, and they climbed out of the truck. Tanner carried everything while he pulled out his wallet to get out a credit card. He easily slipped the lock and let them in.

“Amber! We’re back. I forgot your pain medication,” Tanner called out.

“You what? How did you get in? You don’t need to be here.”

Bryan recognized panic when he heard it. She was in a tizzy. What was wrong? He and Tanner hurried to the back of the house to find her half in, half out of the bed with nothing but the sheets covering her.

“Are you okay?” Bryan asked, rushing over to help her back in bed.

“Don’t! I can do it.” She fought off his hands and the sheet slipped some, exposing her breast.

Pretty pink nipples.
He pulled the sheet back into place and was rewarded for his effort with a scowl.

“What in the hell are you doing in my house? Get out!” she yelled as she finally managed to get back in bed. She held the covers up to her chin with one hand and pointed toward the door with the other one.

“Easy, Amber. We brought you your pain medicine and something to eat,” Tanner said with a barely concealed smile.

“What medicine?” She frowned.

“Didn’t Dr. Quincy give you something for pain?” Tanner asked.

“No, the nurse said that he said to take four ibuprofen every four hours.”

“I’ll be damned. I would have given you something more for pain since you were nearly mowed down by a car.”

“I’m okay. My ankle only throbs when I have it down—mostly.”

“Well, we also brought you something to eat. You need to eat to take your medicine. That includes ibuprofen,” Tanner told her. He handed her the bag of food.

“I’ll go get you a plate and something to drink. Have any preferences?” Bryan asked.

“Really, you don’t have to do this. I can take care of myself.” She ran a hand through her disheveled hair.

Bryan wanted to run his fingers through it and pull on it as he buried his cock in her cunt. Instead, he turned and headed for the kitchen. He could hear Tanner trying to soothe her ruffled feathers. He took advantage of being out of eyesight to readjust his cock. After seeing her breast and realizing she was naked beneath the sheets, Bryan was having a difficult time keeping his dick under control. It was swollen and pushing for somewhere besides his pants to go.

He fixed a glass of tea and found a plate in one of the cabinets. When he carried them back to the bedroom it was to find Tanner sitting on the edge of the bed talking to her. She still didn’t look to be a happy camper, though.

“Okay, here is a plate for your hamburger and fries. I’ll put the tea on the bedside table so you can reach it,” Bryan said.

He fixed the hamburger on the plate then added the fries. He set the plate on her lap wondering if she had on panties, or if she was totally nude beneath the covers.

“Do you understand how to take your pain pills if you need them?” Tanner asked.

“Yes, thanks for getting them for me. I’ll pay you back if you’ll just hand me my purse.”

“No need. They didn’t cost much.”

“Well, thank you. And thanks for the hamburger and fries. Please lock the door on your way out.”

Bryan smirked. The little witch was throwing them out. He leaned over and kissed the top of her head.

“Remember, you need anything, call us. We’ll be checking on you periodically.”

He looked at Tanner when he turned around and walked out. Tanner followed him. He wondered what she would make of that.

Once they were in the truck and on their way home, he started chuckling. Tanner grinned.

“Think she’s steamed?” Bryan asked.

“Oh, I know she is. You should have seen her face when you walked out. If looks could kill, I’d be doing CPR on you right now.”

“She’ll get over it, eventually. Until then, I, for one, plan to keep in touch with her. What are your plans?” Bryan took his eyes of the road to look over at his brother.

Tanner drew in a deep breath and sighed. “I’m with you. I’ve never felt as possessive of anyone as I feel toward her. I actually didn’t want to let her out of my sight in the emergency room, even with Dr. Quincy.”

“She’s going to put up a fight. I can already see it. She isn’t at all interested in us.” Bryan wondered what was up with that. Most women ran after them. They did little pursuing.

“Did you see her face when we walked in and she was almost nude?” Tanner asked.

“Yeah, then when I handed her the rest of the sheet, I thought she was going to explode. Her face turned the prettiest shade of pink. Even pinker than her pretty nipples.”

“Damn I’m having a hard time getting comfortable with my cock plastered to my damn zipper.” Tanner adjusted himself.

“I know the feeling. When I caught sight of her nipple, I nearly jumped her right then and there,” Bryan said.

“Okay, we’ve got to have a plan. She’s going to be work.” Tanner looked out the side window as they pulled into their drive.

“I plan to enjoy my work,” Bryan said with a smile.

Chapter Three

Amber woke up around six the next morning sore from head to foot. She had finally resorted to taking a pain pill at nine the night before, and it had put her right to sleep. She had known she would be sore, but hadn’t really been prepared for it. She needed a bath. A soak in a hot tub with bath salts would go a long way to making her feel better.

After removing her night shirt that she’d put on after the men left, Amber downed her ibuprofen. Then she hobbled to the bathroom and started the water, sprinkling bath salts into it. She waited until it was deep enough and turned it off.

It took a considerable effort to manage getting into the tub. It wasn’t until she was comfortably lying against the back of the old claw foot tub that she thought about how she was going to get out. Instead of panicking, she put it to the back of her mind for when she needed to worry. Right now, she was going to enjoy her hot bath.

The salts and warm water soon lulled her into a gentle doze.

About thirty minutes later, the water began to cool off, and she realized the time had come to figure out how to get out. Her left elbow was swollen and hurt to move. Her right ankle was almost useless. She tried to get to her knees, but couldn’t stand any pressure on her ankle or even the lower part of her leg.

She tried to pull herself up using her right arm, but didn’t have enough strength to do any good. Panic set in, followed soon by tears. She couldn’t stay in the damn bath tub for the rest of her life.

She heard a noise through the bathroom door and strained to figure out what it was. Then the unmistakable sounds of footsteps reached her ears. She made a grab for the towel to cover herself and missed.

“Amber? Where are you? It’s Bryan. I brought you some breakfast.”

Aw, hell.
She wondered if he would just leave if she didn’t say anything. When he knocked on the bathroom door, she covered her face with her hands in defeat. He would come in whether or not she told him not to.

“I’m in the bathroom. You can leave it in the bedroom, but you really shouldn’t have gone to any trouble.” Even she heard the tears in her voice. He would know something was wrong.

“Amber? What’s wrong, baby?”

“Nothing. Go away.” Tears slid down her face.

The door opened and Bryan walked into the bathroom. Amber hid her face in her hands.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurting?”

“I can’t get out of the tub,” she finally said in a small voice.

“Oh, baby. I’ll get you out. Hold on.” He reached for her towel. Then he pulled the plug to let the water out.

“Let’s wrap you up in this.” He bent over her and wrapped the towel around her body.

“How are you going to get me out?” she asked.

He reached down and picked her up without a hitch. Then he settled her on the lid of the toilet and grabbed another towel. He started drying her off where the other towel didn’t reach.

“I can dry myself.” She didn’t try to stop him though. “Thanks for getting me out of the tub. I didn’t realize until I’d already gotten in that I wouldn’t be able to get out.”

“No problem.” He picked her up again, and carried her into the bedroom. “What did you want to put on?”

“I can handle it from here. I really appreciate all you’ve done.”

“I’m not leaving until you’re safely in bed again,” he said, crossing his arms.

Amber sighed and hung her head. Then she resigned herself to having to put up with him for a little while longer.

“I was going to put on a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. They’re in the chest over there.” She pointed to the bottom drawers.

Bryan pulled out a T-shirt and shorts then searched until he located her underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of red panties with a mischievous grin on his face.

“I don’t figure you need to wear a bra,” he said.

“Look, I can dress myself. You can leave now.” Amber could tell he wasn’t planning on it.

Instead, he pulled the panties gently up her legs and stopped just shy of her pussy under the towel. Then he pulled the T-shirt over her head letting her poke her hands through the armholes and covering her towel-clad body. Then before she realized what he was going to do, he pulled the towel off under the T-shirt.