Fergus set an equally demanding pace, gripping her hips and pounding in and out of her, but he gave some hand signals to Cam, so Sierra kept a tight hold of the swing, knowing that Fergus was letting it rock deliberately, and the movement definitely enhanced the sex. It was highly erotic to have the in-and-out thrust of Fergus’s cock contrapuntally to the backward and forward movement of the swing.
Sierra found her libido going from zero to one hundred in a nanosecond. Very soon she let go of the swing straps and held Fergus, digging her fingernails into his hips, trying to force him to pump harder, to thrust deeper, to bring her to release. She couldn’t ever remember being so aroused so fast, but she was certain it was as much Fergus as the swing doing it to her.
And then it happened. Her climax exploded out of her body, her cunt gripped Fergus tightly, and Cam held the swing still as both of them shook with their releases.
This time it was Fergus who came back with the wet washcloth to cleanse her, then the three of them dropped down onto the bed to cuddle. She liked that. She really enjoyed that both men wanted to hold her afterward. Soon she’d need to take a shower and catch a taxi home, but for right now she loved being held.
“Our next date will be in the dungeon,” said Fergus authoritatively.
“I have to be able to stand in court the next day and appear as if nothing happened the night before,” countered Sierra.
“Seeing you managed to do that with an infected rope burn I don’t believe that will be much of a hindrance to Fergus’s plans,” said Cam.
“We can start moderately and see how we go,” said Fergus.
“Talking about going, I have to be in the barrister’s rooms at seven tomorrow morning. I need to have a shower right now.” Sierra wiggled out of bed and hurried into the bathroom. While the water was warming she riffled around in her purse and found some elastic bands to tie up her hair. She didn’t have time to wash it now and she wanted to use her own shampoo and conditioner anyway. The last thing she needed was limp, greasy hair in court tomorrow.
Fergus and Cam leaned in the doorway as she washed.
“Why so early?” asked Cam.
“The barrister has to be briefed in time to learn the significant points of the case. He has to know enough to speak fluently and that takes at least an hour. During court I can give him notes of points he may like to add to his speech or refute and so on, but he’s the one who’ll be talking tomorrow.”
“How often do you go to court?” asked Fergus.
“Couple of times a week, depending on the cases. Some cases might take a whole week in court. Others are over in an hour.”
“Like the one with Oscar’s cousin, George.” Cam laughed.
Fuck! I never checked back about that letter from George’s attorney. I hope there’s not something buried in my in-tray about that. I must look tomorrow after court. I don’t trust that man at all.
* * * *
Cam and Fergus were really busy at the moment. Dr. Oscar Thorne had opened several new patient beds at the clinic. Oscar, Danny Davies, the carpenter, and Ambrielle Watson, the office administrator, had fallen in love and moved into an apartment together on the top floor. The two rooms Danny and Oscar had used on the lower floor had been renovated, and painted, and were now patient rooms, and several shape-shifters had decided to come to the clinic and live-in while undergoing rehabilitation programs after accidents.
Cam shook his head and smiled. What was it about shape-shifters that they refused to follow their therapists’ instructions? So many of them thought if walking ten times up and down the hallway was good, walking twenty times would be twice as good. Not so. Twenty times put too much stress on their newly healed injuries and they became less well, not better.
Harry Harrison, a private detective and a bear shape-shifter, was here to see Oscar about something or other. He was in his security uniform, which was even better.
“Harry?” Cam waved at the big man, who towered over him and most other people.
“Yup?”
“I’ve got a patient who needs bed rest for two more days and isn’t listening to me. Can you do your stern bear act for me please?”
“Sure. Same as last time?”
“That would be great.”
Cam walked into the patient’s room, followed by Harry. “This is the patient, Mr. Harrison,” he said deferentially, ensuring no hint of a smile was in his voice.
“Do you want to get better?” Harry spoke harshly to the patient.
“Of course.” The patient’s gaze was on Harry and Cam could tell the man meant what he said.
“Well do what Nurse Smith tells you to do. Do exactly what he says, no more and no less. We heal shape-shifters here all the time and know how much activity you should be attempting. Too much exercise is just as bad for your injuries as too little. Do you understand?”