Nursed by Three

last minute to splurge and treat myself with something a little better than the usual five-dollar table stuff. Saved by my own self-indulgence… Who could have guessed?
“Damn,” Evan grins, voice like slow and sensual music, “I don’t blame you. I could use a drink myself after the week we’ve had…”
Yeah, I can imagine. Not only are these sinfully hulking utter fucking babes, total hard-partying bad boys, they’re also seriously dedicated nurses at the general hospital a few blocks over from our apartment building. Which means that chances are, under all their swaggering dominant style, these guys just might actually have the hearts of angels. As if they couldn’t get any more perfect than they already are…
So I mean, yeah, with the Corona stuff playing out in real time, I’m not in the least bit surprised that they’re in serious need of some full on R and R…even if “Rest and Relaxation” for these guys means partying until dawn every night they’re free and then going back to work with barely a few hours’ sleep in between. They told me tonight was supposed to be their first night off in fifteen days and now that this has happened, I can’t help but feel like these poor dudes just can’t catch a break…
It all happened so fast…
One minute I was watching that new documentary series on Netflix, greedily slurping my fine wine with one hand and shoveling chocolate into my mouth with the other as my eyes bulged at the insane drama I was watching…and then the drama was happening in real-time all around me. I heard a pounding sound from way down the hall as someone banged their fist against a door. Then a muffled voice announcing it was the paramedics. They barely gave whoever it was time to answer before they knocked down the door and barged their way in. I found out later from the guys that it was old Al Hoffman the ancient super who was just the sweetest old soul you could meet. Turned out he’d called them after suffering an attack of breathing difficulties. Apparently he didn’t even know there was a pandemic going on out there…
Sweet old Al, the kindest super there could be, who came round to everybody’s place at least once a week to check in and make sure everything was working ok. Really the guy was probably just lonely, but nobody minded indulging him. Al was like the beloved old grampa of the floor. I really hope he’s going to be ok…
But the fact that Al caught sick of all people is pretty troubling for the rest of us. Because he’s pretty much been to everybody’s place just in the last week alone. Which means we’re all under orders to stay inside until further notice, because according to the guys it’s like ninety-nine percent certain that we’ve all already been exposed.
Suddenly I feel like the delicious studs with the golden hearts aren’t the only ones who could use a drink right now…
“Well I say,” more than a little stunned at my own boldness, “since you guys are technically still off for the night, I do have more than one wine glass you know…”
Bren and Evan exchange a devilish glance, all arching eyebrows and flashing male eyes, that makes me feel like those glasses aren’t the only thing about to get a little wet right now…and I can’t believe this is actually happening to me…

TWO
 
19:45
Liza
 
Woah…when my eyes see the time flashing on the clock beside my fridge I can’t believe it’s been forty-five minutes already…we should really slow down here…
And yet I can tell I’m the only one thinking it—as devilishly handsome Bren on one side of me leans forward with those Robin Hood good looks and holds me in place with those wicked coffee-brown eyes—while on the other side, Evan’s huge impossibly firm thigh brushes against my own as he leans forward to take another drink from his almost empty glass. The scents fill my nose and my body veritably thrums in response, the richness of the wine, the deep male deliciousness of their complimenting colognes. I feel that intoxicating throb between my legs too, as a familiar stickiness teases me at the touch of Evan’s leg on mine, the closeness of Bren’s still-teasing smile as he considers me. God, this is more than I know how to handle!
“So hey,” Evan smiles, his voice a playful growl, deepened by the wine on his vocal cords and making me shiver at the thought of that mouth meeting the ache between my legs. “with a figure like that I’m guessing you like to dance?”
I glance at him quickly, half-expecting that it’s a mean joke, but the heat in his expression as those big blue eyes pierce me is all genuine appreciation. I’m more than a little thrilled at the compliment. After my boyfriend dumped me last month and I moved into this new place, I have been working on my figure, doing yoga every afternoon before my shift at the restaurant—or at least I was before I got laid off last week thanks to the pandemic. But hell, it looks like that effort might have actually been paying off after all.
“Well…yeah,” I splutter out, “sure I like to dance.” The memories of dancing around in the apartment in my PJs to Sia on full blast flashes in my mind and I try not to cringe—especially because that was probably how tonight’s indulgences would have ended up anyway once the wine took full affect. If not for these guys, that is…
“Oh I bet you’ve got some moves,” Bren practically purrs, with a wicked grin that makes me feel like Little Red Riding Hood staring down the Big Bad Wolf…and wanting him to eat her right up on the spot. “We’ve seen you in the halls, practically dancing to your door…mysterious little