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Cattle
Valley
Best Selling Series
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Total-E-Bound
Publishing
Erotic Rating: Total-e-burning
Genre: Contemporary/Gay/Ménage
à trois
Book Length: Novel
ISBN: 978-1-906590-57-4
Format: e-Book
Book five in the Cattle
Valley Series
Doctors Sam
Browning and Isaac Singer opened the Cattle Valley Medical
Clinic when they were both fresh out of medical school. It
was the best thing they ever did, other than loving each
other for more than twenty-five years. They’ve enjoyed a
thriving practice and an even better sex life, but lately
routine has started to set |
in.
With the growth of the town, the doctors decide it’s time for the
clinic to hire a physical therapist. They thought hiring Matt
Jeffries over the phone and offering him the use of their garage
apartment was the smart thing to do. That is until Matt shows up,
suitcases in hand. Three months after returning from the war in
Iraq, Matt has bigger problems than his attraction to two gorgeous
older men. Night sweats and flashbacks are keeping him locked in his
own shell.
Can two doctors offer the physical therapist a little therapy of
their own?
Wonderful heartwarming
story.
~
Anonymous from GA
By reading any further, you are
stating that you are 18 years of age, or over. If you are
under the age of 18, it is necessary to exit this site.
Opening his eyes, Matt sat
straight up, a scream still resonating through the room. He rubbed
his eyes as he tried to even out his breathing. It was always the
same dream, different soldiers, same outcome.
Matt flung back the sweat drenched sheet and swung his legs over the
side of the bed. He knew from experience there wouldn’t be any more
sleep for him. After slipping on a pair of sweats and a T-shirt, he
opened the door to his garage apartment, and stepped out onto the
small landing.
The night was cool, cold
actually, but it was just what he needed. He walked down the stairs
to the little courtyard at the back of Isaac’s and Sam’s house and
took a seat on the comfortable chaise.
Trying to push the dream from his mind, Matt focused his attention
on his schedule for the coming day. Kyle was making great progress
in his therapy, pushing himself harder in each session.
Who could blame the guy? Kyle’s desire was to walk down the aisle
with his husband-to-be on his wedding day.
A sound from the open window above him drew Matt’s attention. There,
silhouetted in the moonlight, stood Isaac. Damn. He’d been busted.
It wasn’t the first time Isaac had caught him up and about in the
middle of the night. At least this time he was wearing clothes.
A week after he’d started working for the Doctors Browning and
Singer, he’d awakened after yet another nightmare. Seeking refuge in
the garden, he hadn’t bothered putting on anything but a robe.
It had been a Saturday night, and his bosses had gone to Sheridan
earlier in the evening to some kind of dinner party. They’d asked
him to go, but he felt uncomfortable spending too much time with the
couple. It wasn’t that he didn’t like them, it was just the
opposite. His daydreams were filled with visions of the two of them
in various states of undress.
Stretched out on the chaise, Matt tried to think of something,
anything, to get his mind off the dream. That night, like now, he’d
heard a noise coming from the perpetually open window above him.
What started as voices, talking too softly to be understood, quickly
turned into moans of pleasure.
Closing his eyes, Matt had pretended he was in the room with them.
His hand reaching down to untie his robe, he fisted his erection as
the noises grew louder.
“Fuck me, goddammit!” He heard Sam yell.
Matt’s available hand went automatically to his long neglected hole.
He rimmed the tightly puckered skin with the pads of his fingers as
the sounds of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the cool night.
Bringing his hands to his mouth, he spat on both of them. One
returned to its place wrapped around his cock, the other smoothed
the moisture onto his ass.
As he worked in two fingers, Matt jerked his cock faster, trying to
keep up with the sounds coming from above. He was on the edge of
bliss when he heard two voices cry out in ecstasy.
The howls of pleasure from the men upstairs, had his hands working
at lightning speed. His fingers seeking out the void in himself that
so desperately needed to be filled. His mind drifted and he could
see himself sandwiched between the two doctors. His climax roared
through him, painted his chest with his own seed. He hadn’t realised
he’d cried out, but when his breathing returned to normal, he saw
something that put a hitch in his breathing. Isaac stood above him
at the window completely nude. Their eyes locked for what seemed
like hours but was actually only a matter of seconds.
Suddenly embarrassed, Matt quickly closed the robe over his sticky
chest and retreated back to his apartment above the garage. They’d
never spoken of that night and Matt was eternally grateful. It was
one thing to have fantasies about ones bosses, but it was completely
different to beat off while listening to them fuck.
Shaking off the memory, Matt looked back up at the window. He heard
Isaac say something over his shoulder before disappearing back into
the darkness.
Turning his attention to the spring flowers visible in the
moonlight, Matt tried to figure out what to do. He’d already put out
feelers for another place to live. Kyle said he could rent the
apartment above the bakery since he’d moved in with Gill, but Matt
was holding out for a house. Of course, if things got much worse
between himself and his present landlords, he might have to make the
sacrifice.
Leaning his head back on the chaise, he couldn’t keep his eyes from
glancing up once more. To his surprise, it was Sam who now stood
looking down on him.
A noise from directly behind him had Matt out of the chair and
dropping to the ground. He closed his eyes as he fought the images
trying to swallow him whole. Visions of sniper fire and Danny’s
death. Danny.
A cry rent the air around him. It wasn’t until comforting hands
began rubbing his back, that Matt realised the cry had come from
him. He looked up into Isaac’s concerned face.
“You okay?” Isaac asked, as Sam burst through the open French doors.
Matt closed his eyes and nodded. “I’m fine. You startled me.”
Isaac helped him sit back up on the chaise and took a seat beside
him. “Need to talk about it?” Isaac asked.
“No,” Matt answered. “Just one of the many presents I brought home
from the war.”
God help him, but it took every ounce of self preservation not to
lean into Isaac and accept the comfort the man was obviously willing
to provide.
He couldn’t help but notice the look the two doctors exchanged. Matt
hadn’t officially been diagnosed with PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress
Disorder), but that was only because he’d refused to see a doctor.
Funny, he was now faced with two. Two doctors who were both looking
at him with pity in their eyes.
Copyright © Carol Lynne, 2008
All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A
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