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"Clever girl."
The words slid up her spine and along her ribs burning trails along her skin. Even in her current state, medicated to the gills and taking brief sabbaticals in dreamland, Murphy's voice lit up every inch of her skin. Sam drew her head from where it lay on Connor's thoroughly toned shoulder to grin at the front seat.
The brothers, it turned out, did not own a car themselves. Fortunately they knew someone who did. So as Connor worked his Irish charm on the nurse, Murphy was already on the phone to one, David Della Rocco. Damn if Rocco wasn't prompt. Sam's discharge papers had barely come out of the printer, before his shaggy mop of brown hair and goofy grin popped around the corner. They'd wheeled her out in the hospital's wheelchair, and helped her into the backseat of Rocco's car. Just as Sam had managed to buckle in her seatbelt, a popping sound echoed behind her. She'd turned her head to see what had happened only to find Connor seating himself next to her, and Murphy heading toward the front passenger seat, rubbing the back of his head. Somewhere during the trip, Sam had given up on trying to fight the meds, and slumped peacefully against Connor's side.
"Aye, that she is," Connor's chuckle rippled through his body and into hers. She looked from one pair crystal blue pools of heaven peering at her in the rear view mirror, to the other pair at her side. The car jolted as it passed over a pothole, knocking Sam back into the sexy man seated next to her. Her nose squished into his shoulder, giving her the opportunity to breathe in that purely male scent of leather and soap that radiated from him. She had to remember to thank Rocco for his driving skills. He'd made the transition from accidentally brushing against Connor to full on invading his space a lot easier. After all, she couldn't keep blaming her pain medication.
Eventually Connor threw his arm around her shoulders, tucking her into his chest. Sighing she snuggled in closer. This was perfect, that is as long as her rapidly numbing mouth didn't drool all over his shirt.
Too preoccupied with maintaining her dignity, Sam didn't notice his hand moving to the back if her neck, until his fingers were long into stroking their circular patterns on her neck. That delicious stroking would be her undoing. She could already feel her insides unraveling with each caress. Glancing forward, she caught Murphy's eyes staring intently at her in the rearview mirror. Sam felt her eyelids grow heavy under the combined force of Connor's fingertips and Murphy's gaze. An eyebrow lifted in the mirror's cyan stare, making her flush brightly. The fingertips at her throat stilled for a moment, before sliding under her chin and tilting her head up.
A crooked smile lay plastered on Connor's face. His right hand was holding her jaw firmly in place, claiming her full attention. With his free hand, he lightly grasped her chin. Briefly she noticed "veritas" tattooed along his index finger as his thumb dragged against her lower lip. Heat pooled into the center of her body. With each pass of his thumb, Connor increased the pressure of his thumb on her lips, until they parted expectantly. He stopped his thumb and held it lightly against her open slightly mouth.
Sam glanced from his thumb to his face. He stared back, head cocked to the side. The tip of her tongue skipped through her teeth, stealing a taste of his warm skin. Connor's eyebrows twitched. Inhibitions lowered, whether from the meds or the new lease on life, Sam passed her lips over his thumb, and softly sucked on its pad. She watched him, watching her, his brow tightening with each passing second. A sound from the front of the car startled her causing her eyes to swivel to the side. Before she could match sound to origin, Connor lifted the index finger of his left hand into to obstruct her view, plucking his thumb from her mouth. Her eyes focused on the finger, and followed it as he brought it back between their faces. He popped his thumb into his mouth for a quick taste, and dropped it on his lap. A wave of sexually driven courage overwhelmed her, urging her on for more satisfaction. Sam leaned forward, eyes focused on his lips, now curved in a crooked grin. As she closed the distance between them, a different wave hit her. Her world began spinning before her very eyes. Instead of capturing his lips as she intended, Sam slumped forward smacking her head into his thigh. Before darkness once again stole her from her glorious companions, she caught the sound of Murphy's laugh.