She nodded, speechless. His grin widened.
Once alone in the shower again she rested her head on the cool tile, trying to catch her breath, still feeling the gentle path his finger traced down her flesh. She’d trimmed, but never shaved down there before.
She wouldn’t question why. They were her boys, and if it made them happy, hell, she’d shave her head if they asked. If Tyler flashed those blue eyes at her she’d do anything he wanted.
Anything at all.
She waited until she finished to do it, resisting the urge to play with herself. The boys waited. But dammit, when they got home she’d wank herself like a four-fisted monkey. Did the boys have any idea what they did to her? They had to, they couldn’t be that stupid, could they? Especially after last weekend and the trip to Ft.Myers.
Well, they were guys.
On shaky legs she finished and ran a hand over her smooth mound. Wow! Maybe she’d keep it that way from now on. It felt fantastic. She wrapped a towel around her hair, another around her body, and brushed her teeth. Then she walked to the boys’ bedroom.
Tyler, his hair still damp from his shower, was dressed as a pirate, complete with loose, ruffled white shirt and tight black pants, a red sash tied around his waist. Both men turned and smiled as she hesitated at the door.
“Come in, Nev,” Thomas encouraged.
She forced her feet to move.
She trusted them. They wouldn’t hurt her. She trusted them. They wouldn’t hurt her…
“Now,” Tyler said, “are you ready to give yourself to us for the next twenty-four hours?”
She nodded, and the men smiled. Jesus, she’d do anything if they’d keep smiling at her like that.
“Do you have any questions?” Tyler asked.
She licked her lips and didn’t think it was her imagination that Thomas softly moaned. “You won’t let anyone touch me?”
Both men frowned. Tyler took her hands, his face stern. “Nevvie, you’re our girl. Especially tonight. We promise, no one will ever lay a hand on you but us. Right?”
She let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. “I’m sorry, I—”
He placed a finger on her lips. “Don’t apologize. We want you to trust us, and if that means you need to ask questions like that, it’s all right. No one will ever touch you but us, Nevvie. We promise.” He lowered his hand.
They could touch her all they wanted. Hell, she wished they would.
She met Tyler’s eyes, then Thomas’. “I trust you. Both of you.”
“Excellent,” Tyler said. “You won’t be disappointed, sweetheart, we promise.” He took her hand and led her to the bathroom where they’d set up a folding chair. “First, we need to do your hair.”
“Isn’t that a stereotype?” she asked with a smile.
“He had three years of drama in college, sugar,” Thomas said. “He learned a lot.”
“Oh.” She sat and felt pampered as Tyler removed the towel from her still-damp hair, fluffing it with his fingers. He massaged her scalp and she closed her eyes, glad she still wore the other towel because she was soaking wet already. While Tyler tended her hair, Thomas picked up her right foot and massaged it. When she peeked he sat at her feet, a bottle of toenail polish in his hand.
Was it her imagination that his eyes hovered on her lap—oh hell. He could see between her legs. Screw it, let him look. In fact, she decided to tease him and spread her legs to give him a better view. Let him see what he missed in Ft.Myers.
She closed her eyes as he rubbed her foot, drawing more contented moans from her. His hand caressed her calf and she wished she was brave enough to ask them to forget they were gay and fuck her blind for the night. Except for the risk of hearing that little two-letter word that would crush her soul—no. At least if she didn’t ask she could still pretend and fantasize. And that was damn sure better than nothing.
“You like that, Nevvie?” Thomas asked.
“That’s wonderful. I didn’t know you did pedicures.”
“Only for you, sugar. Remember, I have five older sisters. I learned a thing or two about foot care. Most of it under duress, but I learned.”
She held still while he painted her toenails. He’d placed a towel in his lap and when he finished with the dark peach polish she felt his breath on her foot as he blew on her toes.
She didn’t care what Tyler did. He wouldn’t make her look like an idiot, he had too much style and class for that. She closed her eyes and indulged in a few naughty fantasies while her boys pampered her.
Thomas massaged her left foot. When he placed it in his lap to reach for the nail polish she realized where he’d put it. She felt his decidedly hard bulge and peeked under her eyelids to watch his reaction as she carefully massaged him with her toes.
He grinned, winked, and another flood of moisture soaked her already-wet sex. God, this was torture. He left the nail polish bottle on the floor and massaged her calf, his hand trailing up her leg to her inner thigh, teasing her with his feather-light touch.
Thomas looked at Tyler and winked after Nevvie closed her eyes again. Tyler grinned. She’d warmed to the situation if she was flirting with Thomas like that. She had to know he had a bird’s eye view, so to speak, of her now-bare pussy.
He couldn’t wait to steal a feel of that tonight—if not a lot more.
Tyler finished her hair and made her keep her eyes closed while he applied her make-up. They didn’t want her looking like a whore, just sensuously fuckable. When he was happy with the result he made her stand.
“Keep those eyes closed, sweetheart. We’ll tell you when to open them.” He grabbed a bottle of coconut-scented lotion. Something about that scent on her, the men agreed, drove them to distraction. “Now, keep them closed, right?” He removed her towel.
She was exquisite. Tyler glanced at Thomas, who jammed his fist in his mouth to keep from moaning. He hadn’t seen her like this before and looked stunned and amazed. Tyler’s cock finally won the fight for control and stiffened in his pants. She didn’t move, didn’t open her eyes, as instructed. Good, that meant she was willing to take orders from him. Tom would get his chance later once she was fully into the spirit of the game.
Tyler leaned in close to her ear. “We’re going to put some moisturizer on you, love.”
“No Silence of the Lambs jokes, right?”
Thomas laughed. “No, sweetie, we’re not making a girl suit.”
Tyler squirted lotion into his hand and passed the bottle to Thomas. He started with her arm and worked from her shoulder to her hands, taking his time and carefully massaging all of her fingers. He watched her face as they worked, Thomas mirroring his actions on her right side. Her lips parted slightly and he watched the rise and fall of her chest.
She liked it.
They took their time on her arms, then her feet and legs, stopping inside her thighs below her bare mound. Tyler looked at Thomas, sure his thoughts ran the same as his. Thomas kissed him and then licked his lips as he looked at her mound, inches from his face. Tyler swatted him on the shoulder and shook his head.
No. Not yet.
They caressed her back, leaving her chest for last, working from her hips to her breasts. They gently kneaded them, carefully avoiding her nipples, massaging her, both placing a steadying hand on the small of her back. She moaned softly and leaned into them. Thomas grinned at Tyler. Yes, she was willing to let them have control of her, at least this much.
The men reluctantly released her, each taking a hand. “Keep those eyes closed, sugar,” Thomas warned. “We’re not done yet.”