Two Roped and Ready [Bewitching Desires 6] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) by Mellanie Szereto

her?”
    “No.” He and PC answered in a single voice.
    “How and why are unimportant. All that matters is what you feel in your heart and whether or not you’re able to acknowledge those feelings. Share yourselves with her. She’ll do the same when she’s able.” She smiled as she aimed for the door. “Flóra will come by to check on our patient soon.”
     
    * * * *
     
    The earlier end to the conversation with Ilona’s Aunt Agnes still bothered PC. He’d bet his left nut she’d deliberately evaded giving a direct answer. While he didn’t mind spending practically every minute with Ilona, he would’ve preferred the complete truth instead of some vague explanation that was most likely meant to pacify him.
    He flipped a page in the book he held, not really reading it. Patience had never been his strong suit, and waiting for Ilona to move a finger or give the softest groan was killing him. She should be under the care of a doctor in a hospital, with half a dozen specialists reporting on her condition.
    At a knock at the outer door, PC sat up on the bed and Quayde rose from his chair by the fireplace.
    “May I come in?” A woman PC recognized from last night peeked into the bedroom. A younger version of her stood behind her. “I’ve come to check on Ilona.”
    Maybe he and Quayde could finally get some straight answers. “Sure. She’s still sleeping.”
    “Good. I’m Flóra, and this is my daughter Heléna.”
    Both women entered the room, dressed almost identically to all the rest of the house’s inhabitants who’d come to help. Ankle-length skirt, a top the color of fall leaves, a sweater. They all had long braids, dark eyes, and bare feet. If he hadn’t experienced the hot water of a shower and a comfortable mattress, he might’ve thought he’d been thrown into a gypsy settlement.
    Quayde inclined his head. “Pleasure to meet you both. Not to be rude, but I hope you’re planning to tell us more about what’s wrong with Ilona than her other caretakers.”
    The older woman nudged Heléna toward the dresser. “Be sure to light the new candles before extinguishing those that are burning. Gentlemen, I can only inform you about that which I know. Ilona has an infection requiring sleep and the presence of her…champions. The poisons must be drawn out.”
    Poisons? Setting down the book he’d found in the nightstand, PC frowned. “Shouldn’t she be on antibiotics or something? And she isn’t getting any fluids. She needs to be hooked up to an IV.”
    Flóra smiled. “You’re protective of her already. She’s in excellent hands.”
    Seemingly finished with her account of the situation, she moved to the head of the bed and eased down the blankets, exposing the lush mounds of Ilona’s naked breasts. Flóra folded the covers past her patient’s flat stomach, the nest of curls at the vee of her thighs, and down to her feet. Every inch of her was bared.
    His half-hard dick twitched. She didn’t have any clothes on while I was lying next to her. He wouldn’t have been able to keep from touching her if he’d known. Pert, rosy-brown nipples stared back at him, begging him to take a taste. An image of his cock buried in the tunnel of her tits flashed in his mind, followed by a look of pure pleasure on her face as he came inside her pussy. He had to swallow hard against the moan crawling its way up his throat.
    Quayde squeaked beside him. He must’ve been just as affected by her beautiful body and hadn’t been able to suppress his response.
    “Do you need help, Mother?” Heléna’s question tugged PC out of his trance.
    Removing a small bottle from her pocket, Flóra gestured for her daughter to sit on the opposite side of the bed and handed her the bottle. “You can apply the eucalyptus oil after I massage her arms and legs.”
    Her gentle kneading made PC wish he’d studied to be a masseuse instead of learning to train cutting horses. He’d caress Ilona’s muscles, soothing the stiffness