“No, but your brand of washer has a twenty-five minute cycle, even without the extra rinse.”
“What are you, the Maytag Man?”
“I’m a plumber, baby, remember? I know my washers.” Chuckling, he inched her forward. Apparently finished with his task, Aiden rose to his feet. The determined gleam in his eyes made her a tad nervous. And embarrassingly wet. Good God, she was easy. All the bastard had to do was breathe and she got freakin’ aroused.
“Let’s get something clear. No way in hell will I stand for either of you spanking me. Capiche?”
One of Aiden’s eyebrows lifted. “Who said anything about you standing?” Before she could even guess at his intentions, he swooped down and grabbed her feet the same instant Jace’s arms banded around her torso. Ignoring her startled shriek, Aiden swung her legs up and angled them over the mattress.
Self-preservation kicking in, she wiggled and flailed like a trout fighting a fisherman’s hook. “Aarrgh…let me go.” They did and she plopped onto the mattress, her whole body bouncing on the fluffy sleeping bag. Before she could flip to a sitting position, Aiden’s hands returned to her feet. He slipped off her shoes and wound something soft around her ankles. She attempted to roll to the side and escape but Jace clamped onto her forearms and secured them over her head. Literally. The bastard tied her wrists with the same type of fabric Aiden was using on her ankles and affixed her to something anchored behind the mattress. She was willing to bet the device was the mysterious task Aiden had been struggling and cursing a blue streak over.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Though she’d meant the question to sound righteous and indignant, it came out more breathless and anticipatory.
“Getting you prepped for your punishment, sweetness.”
“Well you’ve got a slight problem, dragon boy. I’m flat on my back. Kinda hard to deliver a spanking, wouldn’t ya say?” She couldn’t resist giving Jace a cocky smile.
“We decided against the spanking, seeing as how you might like it too much.” Jace cut off her sputtering retort by leaning back on his elbow and waving something in her face. “These look familiar?”
She stared at her paintbrushes. “What are you planning to do with those?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Jace said, mocking her.
Soon as she got out of these ties, she was so making him suffer. Grinning at the scowl she gave him, Jace traced the tip of one paintbrush along the shell of her ear. She gasped and tried jerking away. Jace’s smile stretched wider, his eyes twinkling. “You really are ticklish. This must be killing you.”
“Not at all,” she bit out defiantly.
“You’re a shitty liar, sweetness.”
“And you’re just a shit.” She squirmed when Aiden shoved the hem of her top upward and swirled his own paintbrush into her bellybutton. Gasping, she tried to evade his tormenting. “Both of you.”
Jace made a tsking noise. “Doesn’t sound like you’re anywhere near penitent.” Tucking his fingers into the sides of her blouse, he eased it past her rib cage, exposing the underside of her bra. He didn’t stop there. The fabric continued its torturous, slow journey, rasping over skin that probably provided home to a million goose bumps. He tipped her slightly and navigated her head through the shirt’s neck hole. While Jace guided her blouse along her pinned arms, Aiden unbuttoned her pants and coasted them over her hips and thighs. Rather than untying her and removing her slacks fully, he left them draped around her feet.
Then the torment began in full force.
Jace’s paintbrush made a reappearance, tickling from her wrist all the way to her armpit. She writhed and hollered, calling him every despicable name she could think of. He found a spot in the center of her armpit that made her thrash and giggle. Between bouts of hysterical laughter, she tried to bite his hand. Pretty damn hard to do when you’re trussed up like a turkey. “Y-you’re going to p-pay for this, you s-sons of bitches.”
“What are you gonna do, force us to eat your cooking?” Jace hooted when she took another lunge at him.
A new form of torture started when Aiden grazed his brush across the inside of her thigh. Every sensory nerve in her body went into overdrive and she shivered uncontrollably at the soft bristles leisurely advancing toward her thong-covered mound. She was so lost in the sensation that she didn’t even realize Jace had unhooked her bra until the caress of brushstrokes painting her nipple brought her crashing into awareness. Moaning, she arched her back.
“That’s it, sweetness. Let your body be our canvas.”
All she could manage was an incoherent slur. Aiden’s brush slipped along the elastic of her thong, teasing the ultra-sensitive skin around her bikini zone. His consuming focus was glued to her crotch. She knew he could see how wet she was and the knowledge only made her pussy slicker. A muscle working in his jaw, he peeled her thong down until it joined her slacks. The bristles feathering her nipples let up briefly as Jace watched his brother trace the paintbrush along her labia. She strained against the ties.
Aiden looked up from his ministrations and glanced at Jace. “Go back to what you were doing.” His voice sounded like he’d guzzled a gallon of battery acid.
The taunting of her nipples resumed and Aiden settled between her legs, his broad shoulders spreading her thighs further. He leaned down and inhaled, his eyes closing as his nostrils flared. His expression matched his rapturous groan, making her clit throb in response. Apparently reading her body, he whorled the bristles over the aching bundle of nerves.
“Aaaah…” Her hips bowed upward, both seeking and resisting contact with the brush. Aiden stopped his painting and flicked her with his tongue instead. Getting into his rhythm, he alternated the brushstrokes with lazy laps from his tongue. Soon enough he had her going wild.
“You like that, baby?” Taking a cue from his brother, Jace stretched forward and licked her nipple.
Hopefully he didn’t expect her to answer because at the moment she didn’t possess enough brain cells to formulate a thought, much less a word.
They worked in concert, driving her to a fever pitch, until all she could think about was coming.
On their cocks.
While they fucked her together.
“Oh God.” She shook, on the cusp of orgasm. If just the image in her head was enough to bring her there, what would the reality be like?
Aiden moved away from her clit and she released a frustrated bleat.
“Please…” Her chest heaved with the force of her panting. “I need you. I’m so close.”
Agony and indecision warred across his face. What was he waiting for? She got her answer a second later when Jace pulled back too.
“Sweetness, you can have us separately or together. If it’s together, we will claim mark you. The choice is yours.”
Aiden’s fingertips ran along the skin quivering above her pelvic bone. “I know you need more time, but we don’t have that luxury. It’s now or never.”
“You bastards did this on purpose.”
Jace’s mouth twisted in a pained grin. “Guilty as charged. We’ll make it good for you though, baby. You have our promise.”
At this point, Aiden could stick that damn paintbrush in her coochie and she’d have a screaming good time. Still, that didn’t sound nearly as appealing as the alternative. Unconsciously, her gaze traveled to the erection straining against the placket of Aiden’s trousers. She licked her lips. His eyes darkening, Aiden thumbed the hook free on his fly.
“I didn’t say yes yet.”
The yet part of her statement hung heavy in the air, but neither Aiden nor Jace called her on it. Instead, Aiden eased his zipper down, the metallic rasp of the teeth as they separated providing an erotic tune. “I know. But I figured I might give you some food for thought.” He stood and tugged his Henley over his head, tousling his midnight black hair. Tossing the garment aside, he kicked off his boots and shucked his trousers and briefs, stooping to free them of his muscular calves.