Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49258 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49258 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
“You’ve got it.” Koa brushed his fingers through Giana’s hair before leaning down to kiss her forehead. “Let’s get you feeling better, Flame.”
When she nodded, he gently turned back the blanket he’d thrown over her earlier. He helped her sit up and stripped off the uniform shirt she still wore from work and her no-nonsense bra. Giana settled back against the covers with a sigh of relief when that small expenditure of energy challenged her. She could see the concern wrinkling Koa’s face when she was so weak.
“Zale’s going to help you, little girl. Let’s get these pants off you.” When she tried to help, Koa gently tugged her hands away and finished removing her clothing.
“Roll Giana onto her side, facing the middle of the bed,” Zale directed, picking up the thick thermometer case.
Koa moved her into position with her knees bent up toward her tummy.
Giana tried to roll backward. Koa stood by her side, holding her in position. “Be good, little girl.”
“I’m going to check your temperature first, Giana. Relax your bottom,” Zale instructed, gently parting her buttocks with a gloved hand.
Cool air flowed over her small entrance for a split second before Zale’s finger applied lubricant to the tight ring of muscles. Giana groaned when he pressed that digit inside and rubbed the mixture on the sides of the narrow passage. Despite Koa’s frequent attentions here as he cared for her and during their sexy times, the touch felt taboo and arousing. She could feel herself getting wet. Both men would see.
Koa’s hand caressed her shoulder as Zale’s finger slid from her bottom. “What a perfect little girl you are, Flame.”
She knew what was coming next. The thick thermometer filled her. She shivered at the feel of the cold glass invading her. Koa quickly subdued her move to straighten her legs and roll away.
“Behave, Flame. I will spank you if you’re naughty,” Koa warned.
Giana froze immediately. She’d quickly learned that Koa always told the truth. He wouldn’t threaten anything that he didn’t intend to follow through on. Time seemed to creep by as the thick device in her bottom warmed. Finally, Zale removed it from her bottom.
“That’s too high, Giana. No wonder you don’t feel good,” Zale commiserated with her.
Zale tucked something under her hips before Koa rolled her onto her back. It crinkled under her weight.
“Let’s sit her up, Koa. Why don’t you prop her up from behind?” Zale suggested as they lifted her torso from the covers.
The bed dipped behind her as Koa propped one knee on the mattress. He helped her settle back against him. Zale smiled at Giana as she met his gaze. Somehow, looking directly at him felt more intimate. Giana crossed her arms over her chest.
Zale gently pressed her hands down to her sides. “None of that, little girl. I need to see all of you to help you feel better. Okay?”
That slight effort had wiped out the last of her energy. Giana nodded and whispered, “Okay.”
“Good girl. Can you open your mouth for me, Giana? It sounds like a frog is living in your throat,” Zale teased.
Obediently, Giana followed his directions and let Zale examine her. The feel of the tongue depressor was familiar and reassuring. Zale knew what he was doing. The thought that his use of the wooden stick proved his medical knowledge tickled Giana. Unfortunately, that started her coughing.
“Yep, you’ve got it, Giana,” Zale said sadly.
“What?” she whispered.
“The crud,” he said seriously before winking at her.
“I knew it,” Koa joked from behind her.
Giana rolled her eyes. They were such daddies, trying to distract her from feeling so bad.
“I’m going to check your ears and nose, Giana, but I suspect you’ve caught the strep throat going around. I need to swab inside a bit. I’ll try to be quick. Try not to cough if you can.”
Zale opened a tube and quickly brushed the tip of the swab over the sore spots in her throat. Giana struggled not to cough, but it was so hard. Thankfully, Zale was an expert at getting a quick sample.
“That’s it, Giana. You can cough now,” he assured her as he sealed the collector inside the tube and labeled it. “Koa, help her take a drink.”
“That…” cough, cough, cough, “was mean,” Giana accused, sending him a mean look.
“Be nice to Zale, Flame. He has a tough job having to do things he knows you won’t like, but that need to be done,” Koa reminded her as he held a cup to her lips.
Giana relented slightly. “Okay.”
“I’m going to listen to your heart and lungs next,” Zale told her. He handled the responsibility and her criticism easily. She guessed he was used to it.
“Take a deep breath for me, Giana,” Zale instructed, pressing the bell of his stethoscope against her chest.
“C-cold,” Giana protested at the feel of the metal circle on her skin. Her nipples contracted into tight buds as she rounded her shoulders forward.