Page 82 of Drilled

“I’m going to fucking kill him. I swear to God, I’ll kill him,” Dax growled, pacing back and forth like he was still debating going after Sandy.

“We should call the ambulance,” Sy said, holding my hand and pulling out his phone with his free one.

“Hold on,” Dax said, finally shutting the door behind us and locking the rest of the world outside. “We should check the damage first.”

“Come on, Miller, that’s not—” Sy started.

“If anyone knows a thing or two about getting banged up and needing to figure out the difference between a break and a bruise, it’s me,” Dax said flatly. He hurried over and crouched down in front of me.

I was surprised by the gentleness of his hands as he carefully slid off both of my shoes. “Where are you hurt?”

“Everywhere,” I wheezed, then realized that wasn’t very helpful. “My ribs, mostly. And my right leg.”

Dax’s fingers ran flat and firm along my rib cage. I tensed at the contact even though he was being incredibly gentle with me. He listened for something, asking me to breathe for him as deeply as was comfortable. When he was satisfied, he turned his attention to my lower body, checking my hips and legs and then eventually my ankles.

He prodded around the bone and frowned at the swelling, but his entire body seemed to deflate with relief when he was done.

“Nothing’s broken, Red. You’ve got a classic grade-one sprain here, and your ribs are badly bruised. No clicking and no internal shifting. You’re gonna be sore as hell tomorrow but nothing is structurally compromised.”

His mouth twitched as he said the last bit. Was he seriously making a joke? I recalled the story Silas told me about Dax’s disaster with structural integrity and managed a weak laugh, flinching at the tug in my side. “I dunno if I trust your structural deductions, Miller.”

He chuckled but his eyes were glassy. He caressed his thumb across my cheek, his throat bobbing. “God, I thought…when you were laying there like that, I…I'm gonna kill him, Lane, I swear.”

“Shh,” I stopped him, placing two fingers on his lips. He closed his eyes and kissed the pads. The gesture took me completely by surprise. I expected softness and sweetness from Silas. But from Dax, it shocked me down to my core. Something stirred inside seeing him this raw and nurturing.

Sy returned with an icepack and moved to my ankle, manually keeping the cold compress on my injury. He sat on the coffee table and used his lap as an elevation cushion.

“You guys don’t have to go through all this effort, seriously,” I said, already sounding a bit better now that I was no longer winded. I tried to move and was greeted with the pain of a thousand thick, flaming needles stabbing me all over my torso.

Dax gently pressed me back at the shoulder. “You need to keep tension out of your core, Lane. Relax, let us take care of you.”

“But—”

Now it was his turn to place his fingers over my lips to silence me. “Let us take care of you.”

There was a shift in his tone, a husk to the words that sent a shiver down my spine even through the pain.

His eyes were still red but they were also now filled with something else. Something dark and familiar that brushed up against the tenderness. And Sy’s fingers were straying far above my ankle now, tracing the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh.

I tried not to breathe too heavily as Dax moved closer, sliding a hand around the back of my neck and pressing his forehead to mine. “Let us make you feel better, Red. Let us show you how happy we are that you're really okay.”

I placed a hand on his broad chest, then slowly traced a path from his chest to his shoulder and eventually his neck. He leaned closer and when his mouth pressed against mine, the rush of pleasure instantly started drowning out the pain.

This was a different kind of kiss. It wasn’t hurried or lustful or a heavy precursor to fucking. There was a yearning behind his lips, a promise that he was giving me through his hard-earned gentleness.

And I was accepting every bit of him. Sy’s touch on my legs was soft, not intrusive or trying to redirect my attention, but more a grounding reminder that he was still here. Still holding me, like he always did.

When we broke apart, I kept my lips against his. “I want both of you.”

Dax hummed, moving his head so his nose grazed my jaw and neck. He gently kissed the spot behind my ear and I practically melted into the pillows. Sy started kissing my leg, gently replacing his lap with an actual stack of pillows before slowly making his way up my body until he joined Dax and me on the couch. Sy’s mouth found the other side of my neck and both sets of hands started roaming my chest.

I sighed, closing my eyes and letting myself dissolve under their attention. Being between both of them like this felt amazing. The pure physicality of their bodies, the heat and strength and power I’d witnessed throughout their time working on my house, was such a contrast to the softness of their hands as they explored my body.

Powerful thighs were pressed against mine, and I could hear their soft breaths as they grew more and more turned on.

I let my own hands trail, savoring the feel of them even through the clothes.

The two of them began to sync their movements, running symmetrical lines of pleasure down my neck. It's like they were mirroring each other–Sy would nip my right ear and Dax would follow on the left. Dax's hand cupped my left breast and flicked my nipple with his thumb and Sy would copy on the right.