Their Divine Doctor, a Holiday Ménage by Heather Rainier

between them someday.
    Duke said, “This is what I propose. Let’s compare our lists. Whatever items are duplicated on each other’s lists we will do together, if at all possible.”
    Duke rose from the couch and beckoned them to come to the dinner table. Emma unfolded her list, and they lined them up together. Looking over Duke’s shoulder, Emma suddenly squealed and slapped her hands down on her list.
    “Oh, my God! Don’t look! Let me have it!” She was hunched over Duke with one arm over each of his shoulders. Gage envied Duke the position he was in, with her full, round breasts pressed against his back.
    Gage chuckled when Duke looked up at her with pure evil intent in his eyes. They’d both already seen one of the first items on her list.
    Duke said, “Too late.”
    Emma cringed. “Oh, no.” But she didn’t have any real fear in her eyes. “I wrote this list two years ago after Grace got married and Teresa…and Rosemary. Oh crap!”
    Duke could not have looked more triumphant. “You want a threesome.” Ever sanguine, Duke took up his mechanical pencil and mouthed, “Bow-chicka-wow-wow,” then began writing. “That’s going at the top of the list.”
    The color rose in Emma’s pale, soft cheeks as she looked up at Gage. He didn’t glance away but held her gaze instead. She averted her eyes quickly but then looked back at him. Duke’s hands stilled on the paper. He laid the pencil down and circled both of her wrists gently with his hands. She stood, but he didn’t release her wrists, and he gazed up at her and then turned to Gage.
    Gage could see what was in Duke’s eyes. They were talking about bucket lists and living life with no regrets. The time to start was in the present, but Gage thought tonight was much too soon to fulfill the number one item on their list. Emma looked ready to bolt. He could hear her breathing.
    Duke said, “We’re ready when you are, Emma.” Still holding her gaze, he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed the tops of her fingers. Gage’s cock hardened at the way Emma bit her lower lip and sighed shakily.
    “No regrets, ever, Emma,” Gage murmured, drawing her gaze. Her eyes were bright green with striations of gray around the pupils, which were now dilated. She was feeling it, too. “We aren’t after a one-night stand. We’ll do whatever you want.”
    Gage could almost hear the wheels turning in Emma’s mind. She glanced at the clock, then at the lists lying on the table, at him, and then down at Duke. She stroked Duke’s chest and drew in a shaky breath.
    “Can we start slow?” Her voice was low and quivered with emotion. “I’m…a little out of practice.”
    Gage’s dick swelled to near-painful proportions at her whispered words, but his heart went out to her. She was embracing the idea of fulfilling her bucket list and stepping out of her comfort zone. Like him and Duke, she’d been playing it safe for a long time, and he didn’t for a minute doubt that she was sincere. They needed to take very good care of her, no matter what happened tonight, so she wouldn’t regret it later.
    Duke rose from his chair, still grasping her hand to his chest, and said, “We don’t have to do anything tonight, Em.”
    Emma smiled at Duke and then placed her hand on Gage’s chest. “Oh, yes we do. Who has the biggest bed?”
    His dick pulsed, ready to explode, as Gage replied, “They’re both king-size.”
    “Begin as we mean to go on, right?” she asked as she took her phone from her pocket and laid it on the table, eyeing it as though she was praying no one would call her tonight. “I want you both to make love to me. One at a time, if that’s okay?”
    As if voicing her desire had unleashed something inside her, Emma removed her glasses and left them by her phone, then slipped her scrub top over her head. The expanse of her ivory torso and her cute little belly button were exposed and then the pink, stretchy sports bra she wore beneath her top. Her