9. Casey

"This is so embarrassing," she whined as she looked over her bare shoulder.

Those big brown eyes of hers that made me feel alive connected with mine. Fuck, I felt that look in the base of my balls. A muscle ticked under my eye, and my cock started to grow beneath the poorly chosen gym shorts I was wearing.

"Nothing to be embarrassed about. Your fever is coming down."

"I got sick. In Malcolm's bed." She winced. I chuckled. "If anyone deserved to have their bed puked on, it would be the big grump. He doesn't care. He told you he already ordered a new bed anyways."

"Why is that? I mean, he couldn't have known I would blow chunks."

"Rosie." I shook my head.

"But that bed is like a flipping cloud.

"I don't know," I lied. I knew exactly why he had ordered a bigger one. He was making plans for the four of us to become one. But she wasn't ready to know that yet. "He mentioned he needed something a little bigger," I muttered. With one of my hands on the small of her back, I checked the temperature of the water with the other.

"Bigger? Than the one he has? What's he planning, an orgy?" she joked, and when our eyes connected again, she licked those pretty lips of hers. I had to bite a groan away. Fuck. Are four people an orgy? Suddenly, almost like she could see too much in my heated gaze, she nervously glanced away. I didn't think we would qualify as an orgy, but we were definitely going to need more space if the four of us would be using it in the near future.

"Okay,"—I cleared my throat,— "water's good," I announced. Ahe straightened, and when she reached in, she softly yelped.

"It's cold." She looked up at me with pleading eyes. Fuck, telling her no would be a bitch.

"Rosie—" I started to remind her that she had a fever, but our girl was sassy, even when she was sick.

"It is." She frowned and then sniffled. "My fever is better. You don't have to do this. You guys don't even have to watch me. You can go back to work." I straightened and sat on the edge of the tub.

We were in the small bathroom that was attached to her bedroom.

After Jett and I had spoken in the kitchen, he returned to Mal's room and cuddled with our girl. Sneaking in to steal a peek of them snuggled close together had felt right.

We were all on the same page.

Almost.

We just had to figure out how to talk her into it. When she woke up, we made sure she had breakfast before giving her medicine. Before we knew it, she fell asleep again. She slept most of the day and into the evening, but Jett said that was normal.

Malcom had come home about three hours ago, and we woke her up to eat dinner with her. And then, about twenty minutes ago, we discovered it had been way too heavy for her when she got sick. Together, the three of us divided and conquered.

I'd been assigned to making sure she showered and changed, and Jett and Mal would take care of the mess and putting new bedding on as well as setting up the living room for an impromptu movie night so she could sit up and hopefully eat something light that wouldn't bug her stomach.

"Are you trying to get rid of me?" I playfully pretended to be offended.

"You and Jett watched over me all day."

"We did." I nodded. She watched me carefully.

"And Mal mentioned you guys are off the rest of the week," she shared softly as she studied me.

"We are."

"Is it... is it because of me?"

"It's because we are the bosses, and we're entitled to some time off."

"Time off should be for vacations. Fun stuff. Not watching me because I have some kind of funky bug that is honestly getting better." My hand moved to brush a curl out of her face.

"How long have you known us?" I asked, a little more serious than she was used to hearing from me.

"I've been working for you guys for the last six months." I knew she had chosen her words carefully. Whether to remind herself or me about the status of our relationship, I wasn't sure, and I didn't care.

"Six months, so you know we"re not the type of men to do anything we don"t want to do."

"But—"

"No buts." I leaned in and kissed the top of her forehead. It was innocent, but it was still a liberty I was taking that I shouldn't have. Especially when she was wrapped up in nothing but a towel that showed off a hell of a lot of leg and skin.

My fingers skimmed her bare shoulder before my fingertips brushed against the bottom of her chin, and she looked up at me like I could possibly have all the answers to the world.

"We want to take care of you. Please let us." I watched her neck muscles contract, and then she nodded. "Good girl," I praised, and she blushed. "You get in there and shower." I stood and then moved behind her.

"Wait, where are you?—"

"I'm going to wait here," I shared as I shut the toilet seat and sat down. "Go." I pointed at the shower wishing we would have predicted this moment and had chosen a glass shower door instead of a lavender shower curtain.

"You're going to…" The look on her face was adorable. "But I have to..." Her hand clenched around the front of her towel.

"You have to?" I pretended not to understand what the problem was.

"Casey," she growled. I fucking fell deeper in love.

"Maybe you are feeling better." She rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fine. I'll close my eyes." I hated having to do it, but I wouldn't want to see anything she wasn't absolutely ready to show me. I shut my eyes, and darkness enclosed me.

Somehow, though, I could feel her staring at me. "You're not going to peek? You promise?"

"Promise." I smiled, and to play with her, I crossed my fingers and held them up.

"Case!" She sighed, and I shook my head.

"I'm kidding! I promise, baby. I won't look unless you ask."

"Fine." A whoosh sounded, and my eyes tightened shut. She'd let the towel drop and was standing in front of me naked. Fuck! My hands had been resting on my knees now fisted so hard, my nails dug into my palms.

But I didn't look at her.

"Thank you, Casey," she said softly, and my head jerked. I could feel her looking at me. Soon enough, she wouldn't be saying my name when she thanked me. She'd be thanking daddy.

One of her three daddies. I forced myself to breathe in and exhaled slowly. A moment later, the shower curtain shuffled open and then rustled shut.

But I still didn't open my eyes.

"The water"s cold," she whined. I grunted and cleared my throat.

"It's to help keep your body temp down. To help with your fever," I called out. My hands opened and stroked the tops of my thighs. I tried to ignore the throbbing between my legs, but fuck it was hard when the air around me started to smell like our Rosie. Maybe it was her shampoo or her body, but whatever it was made my mouth water.

"You can open your eyes now," she called from inside the shower, but I didn't for a long moment.

When I did, my eyes landed on the discarded towel on the ground. I was hyperaware of every sound she made inside the shower. My mind ran wild with images of water sluicing down her curves and the way I would do my damnedest to lick every drop up before letting it fall on the ground. Her hands would glide up and down her smooth skin until I would stand and pin them up above her head.

"Casey?" she called my name and snapped me out of my dirty thoughts.

"Yeah?" I coughed and cleared my throat. The curtain rustled, and when I looked up, her pretty face peeked through.

"Thank you. I probably sounded like a brat right now, and I just… I'm not used to this, you know?"

"Used to what?" My head tilted as my eyes locked on hers.

"Someone taking care of me. I mean… my sister is great, but it's been a while since it"s just been us. When she got married, they moved here and… I don't know." She chewed on her lower lip. "I haven't been close to a lot of people. I just don't want you to think I don't appreciate what you guys have done."

"You don't need to thank us. It's our pleasure." She had no fucking idea how true that was.

"Your pleasure?" She giggled and shook her head before disappearing behind the curtain. My hand moved between my legs and covered my aching cock. "You're crazy, Casey."

"You have no idea." I tried to keep the sound of my voice light. I gripped my length trying to stave off the need boiling in my balls. She had no idea how crazy I was about her. Soon enough, we'd have her where we want her. Calling us daddy while wearing masks. She'd unleashed something inside of me when she said that last night.

Fuck me. I'd always enjoyed some dirty talk, and I sure as fuck didn't mind being called daddy, but Rosie had kicked something else up inside of me, and it had gone into overdrive. Dark images ran through my mind as I quietly stroked my cock while she showered and talked to me. But I I stopped before I made a mess I wouldn't be able to explain.

The water shut off, and I stood up. I reached for her towel and handed it to her through the curtain with my back turned to her as I willed my cock to give me a fucking break. But it was close to impossible when her sweet scent surrounded me.

When I had volunteered to help her shower, I thought I had taken on the easy job. But maybe this was the hardest one after all. It sure felt that way behind my shorts.