Monroe, Marla - Their Broken Lady (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free

was throwing them out. He leaned over and kissed the top of her head.
    “Remember, you need anything, call us. We’ll be checking on you periodically.”
    He looked at Tanner when he turned around and walked out. Tanner followed him. He wondered what she would make of that.
    Once they were in the truck and on their way home, he started chuckling. Tanner grinned.
    “Think she’s steamed?” Bryan asked.
    “Oh, I know she is. You should have seen her face when you walked out. If looks could kill, I’d be doing CPR on you right now.”
    “She’ll get over it, eventually. Until then, I, for one, plan to keep in touch with her. What are your plans?” Bryan took his eyes of the road to look over at his brother.
    Tanner drew in a deep breath and sighed. “I’m with you. I’ve never felt as possessive of anyone as I feel toward her. I actually didn’t want to let her out of my sight in the emergency room, even with Dr. Quincy.”
    “She’s going to put up a fight. I can already see it. She isn’t at all interested in us.” Bryan wondered what was up with that. Most women ran after them. They did little pursuing.
    “Did you see her face when we walked in and she was almost nude?” Tanner asked.
    “Yeah, then when I handed her the rest of the sheet, I thought she was going to explode. Her face turned the prettiest shade of pink. Even pinker than her pretty nipples.”
    “Damn I’m having a hard time getting comfortable with my cock plastered to my damn zipper.” Tanner adjusted himself.
    “I know the feeling. When I caught sight of her nipple, I nearly jumped her right then and there,” Bryan said.
    “Okay, we’ve got to have a plan. She’s going to be work.” Tanner looked out the side window as they pulled into their drive.
    “I plan to enjoy my work,” Bryan said with a smile.

Chapter Three

    Amber woke up around six the next morning sore from head to foot. She had finally resorted to taking a pain pill at nine the night before, and it had put her right to sleep. She had known she would be sore, but hadn’t really been prepared for it. She needed a bath. A soak in a hot tub with bath salts would go a long way to making her feel better.
    After removing her night shirt that she’d put on after the men left, Amber downed her ibuprofen. Then she hobbled to the bathroom and started the water, sprinkling bath salts into it. She waited until it was deep enough and turned it off.
    It took a considerable effort to manage getting into the tub. It wasn’t until she was comfortably lying against the back of the old claw foot tub that she thought about how she was going to get out. Instead of panicking, she put it to the back of her mind for when she needed to worry. Right now, she was going to enjoy her hot bath.
    The salts and warm water soon lulled her into a gentle doze.
    About thirty minutes later, the water began to cool off, and she realized the time had come to figure out how to get out. Her left elbow was swollen and hurt to move. Her right ankle was almost useless. She tried to get to her knees, but couldn’t stand any pressure on her ankle or even the lower part of her leg.
    She tried to pull herself up using her right arm, but didn’t have enough strength to do any good. Panic set in, followed soon by tears. She couldn’t stay in the damn bath tub for the rest of her life.
    She heard a noise through the bathroom door and strained to figure out what it was. Then the unmistakable sounds of footsteps reached her ears. She made a grab for the towel to cover herself and missed.
    “Amber? Where are you? It’s Bryan. I brought you some breakfast.”
    Aw, hell. She wondered if he would just leave if she didn’t say anything. When he knocked on the bathroom door, she covered her face with her hands in defeat. He would come in whether or not she told him not to.
    “I’m in the bathroom. You can leave it in the bedroom, but you really shouldn’t have gone to any trouble.” Even she heard the tears in