Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“Oh god!” Sarah screams. “Yes!”
But suddenly, there’s another scream blending in with that of our curvy girl. At first, I don’t realize it because I’m so focused on pushing my tongue through the tight ring of muscle in Sarah’s back end, but then my ears register a horrific sound.
“Grant?” the woman at the door shrieks. “Braden? Why the fuck are my son and ex-husband molesting a patient at my hospital?”
I jerk my head up to stare, and sure enough, it’s my ex, Mira, standing at the door in a white lab coat with a clipboard in hand. Oh fuck, she’s Sarah’s doctor? The shit just hit the fan for sure.
Poor Sarah is looking between the three of us, trying to figure out what’s going on. I can see on her face that she understands, but she can’t quite believe it’s true.
Meanwhile, I straighten quickly, pulling Sarah’s gown back in place. I had no idea that Manhattan Hospital was where Mira worked. Besides, what are the chances my ex-wife would be assigned to take care of the woman that her son and I are sleeping with?
It’s a lot to take in, but I’m not going to let this detract from the quality of the curvy girl’s care.
“Mira, you were coming in to tell Sarah what’s going on and why she’s so sick. If you’re not able to keep things professional, we’ll have to ask that another doctor come look at Sarah.”
Mira scoffs. “You’re going to lecture me on professionalism right now? Really, Grant? Do you even understand how utterly fucked up this situation is?”
Meanwhile, Sarah pulls the hospital gown tighter around her curves, her face sheet white. She looks between me, Braden, and Mira with utter shock and horror on her pretty features. Not that I blame the curvy girl, seeing that this is akin to the worst episode of Punk’d.
“It’s not that bad,” I begin, but my ex isn’t having it.
“You and Braden are fucking the same girl, and you don’t think that’s fucking WRONG? She called you her boyfriends, and that’s disturbing. I expected more from you. From both of you.”
Sarah looks horrified. “Please, I want another doctor. It isn’t appropriate for you to treat me.”
My ex-wife snorts derisively.
“I’m the best doctor at this hospital, sweetheart. But it doesn’t matter. You’re going to need a whole different department because I run the ER here.”
Mira’s grin is devious and my heart sinks. Damn. There’s a reason why I divorced her, and this is it. She has a mean spirit and cold heart, and I’ve always detested that about her. But I have to try and make nice, given the uncomfortable situation.
“Mira, let’s put aside all our issues for a minute and talk about Sarah. What’s happening with her?”
But Sarah says no and starts ripping all the monitors off her chest. The machine beeps like crazy but the buxom brunette doesn’t seem to care.
“I’m getting out of here. This is your mother, Braden, and your ex-wife, Grant! You could’ve warned me.”
I hold my hands up.
“We didn’t know, sweetheart. It was a surprise for everyone.”
“Still! You knew the second she walked in, and you just let me blurt out that we’re all dating. This is messed up, and I’m leaving. Send me the bill, Mira, but I’m going home.”
Sarah tries to get out of bed but she’s connected to an IV and gets hopelessly tangled. Meanwhile, Braden and I push her back down.
“You’re not leaving until we figure this out.”
Mira laughs hysterically. “I should call the psych department. You all clearly need help. Don’t think I don’t know about that threesome you had when you were both living under my roof. It’s only fitting you’ve turned it into a long-term thing.”
I pale. I had no idea Mira was aware of what Braden and I did with his girlfriend so long ago. At that time, Mira and I were already separated, and I’d been in the process of moving out when it happened. Besides, my ex was working such long hours then that we rarely spoke anymore. I swallow hard, ready to apologize, but my ex sneers.
“Don’t worry, Grant, it’s not like I didn’t have my fun, too. Those TV shows aren’t all wrong about how convenient the on-call rooms are for a quickie.”
I stare at her.
“If that’s supposed to hurt me, it isn’t going to work. Our love died many years ago, if it was ever there in the first place,” I reply in an even tone. But my ex-wife just cackles maniacally.
“Well, it’s a good thing you two are so in love with Sarah, because you’re in for a wild time.”
Immediately, Braden straightens, his eyes intense.
“Is she okay? Do we need a specialist?”
His mom giggles evilly again.
“Yeah, you do, and it’s called an OB-GYN.”
I furrow my brow. “What are you saying?”
Mira grins like she thinks she’s about to ruin our lives. “Well, my dearest ex-husband and son, it seems that the two of you are in quite the predicament. Sarah here doesn’t have a stomach bug. She’s pregnant, and that’s what’s been causing the nausea and vomiting.”