She looked back down, but she couldn’t control her heartbeat. Leo didn’t sound like a man who was about to walk away. He sounded more comfortable. More in control.
“Well, she isn’t dead. I was calling it a win,” Wolf shot back.
Shelley felt a hand reach for hers. Leo brought her arm up, and he showed off a tiny cut she’d received as Wolf had rolled her onto the street in his successful attempt to keep her away from a bullet. “What do you call this?”
Shelley called it a teeny tiny little wound that had already scabbed over.
“Collateral damage,” Wolf replied.
“You have to be more careful with her,” Leo insisted.
“He was dodging a couple of bullets at the time.” Shelley felt a need to defend her savior. “But, you know, the whole ‘getting saved’ thing would have been easier if I was allowed to wear panties.”
Leo looked down at her, his blue eyes icy. His Dom look. That look went straight to her pussy. “Your response is not required, pet. And panties would not have helped you. Now, get yourself back in the proper position, or I will tie your hands behind your back, put a spreader bar between your knees, and clamp those lovely tits. And then Wolf and I will have a very long conversation.”
Nope. Her response was not required. She put her head back down. She caught sight of Wolf’s little grin before he took on his steely look again.
“Leo, I promise next time I’ll be more careful.”
She winced. There probably would be a next time. Damn it. Someone wanted her dead. She had no idea who it was or when they would try again. It struck her forcefully that this moment was all she could count on. Her father had died suddenly, her mother a long, slow slide. And Bryce. Bryce hadn’t known what was coming for him. He’d been alive one minute and a corpse the next, his expression barely changing as he moved from the living to the dead.
She wanted to live and not just to move through what some people would call a life. She wanted to really be alive. And she wanted the Meyer brothers. She might not be able to keep them for long, but she would take whatever small moments she could get. She would take them and hold them close and dive into each memory when she was alone again.
And she would always know that for a brief time, she had been alive.
“Sweetheart?” Wolf got to one knee, his hand coming out to tilt her chin up. His face showed his deep concern. He brushed away tears she hadn’t known she was shedding. “Come on, I’ll put you in bed. You’ve had a rough day.”
She looked up at him and glanced back at Leo. Leo had his arms crossed over his chest.
“Go on, Shelley. Get some rest.” No more “pet” from Leo.
They didn’t understand. “No. I don’t want rest. I need this. I need you. Both of you.”
The room got very still.
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Leo said, making her heart ache.
“You do what you have to, brother. But if she needs something, I’ll find a way to give it to her eventually,” Wolf said, leaning over to brush his lips against hers. His eyes focused on her. “You’re sure? I’ll wait.”
“I don’t want to wait. I’ve waited forever, Wolf. If Leo won’t play with us, then I’ll be fine. I’m sure you can find a way to fill me up, Sir.”
His smile nearly lit up the room. “I can, love. Now take off your clothes and resume your proper position. I want to play.”
She got to her feet, shaking but not with fear. Desire coursed through her body. And Leo hadn’t left the room. She was deeply aware of his presence, like a reluctant lion who hadn’t decided whether or not to pounce yet. She pulled her top over her head, her nipples immediately puckering as the cool air hit her skin. Wolf held a hand out, taking her shirt and placing it aside.
Leo huffed and then grabbed the shirt, neatly folding it.
Wolf grinned. “He’s a total anal-retentive neat freak, love.”
“I don’t want to live in squalor. And your room always smelled like a locker room,” Leo complained.
If she didn’t get control again, the Meyer brothers would be doing a weird form of family therapy, and she wasn’t interested in that type of therapy. She pushed her little skirt off her hips and prayed the sight of her naked body would bring them back in line.
Silence reigned. She felt their eyes on her, and for the first time since she’d started this little play, she felt a bit of trepidation. She wasn’t perfect. She wasn’t a woman who worked out, and she tried to diet, but she really liked Mexican food and margaritas. Leo and Wolf were perfect specimens. What if they had only thought they wanted her?
Wolf moved forward, his mouth a hard, sensual line. “You’re lovely, Shelley. Fucking gorgeous. Turn.”
She followed his instructions, giving him her backside with only the slightest hesitation. Turning put her straight into Leo’s line of sight. He stared at her, his blue eyes drinking her in. She couldn’t mistake the hard line of Leo’s erection. He might not want a relationship with her, but he seemed to want her.
She gasped as she felt a hand on her backside. Wolf’s big, warm palms cupped her cheeks.
“Have you taken a cock up this ass, love?” Wolf’s words came out in a low rumble.
“I doubt it,” Leo replied. “She’s actually quite innocent.”
But she didn’t want to be. And she didn’t see why it was really dirty. Having vanilla sex with Bryce had made her feel dirty because there hadn’t been a drop of love between them, but standing in front of the Meyer brothers, her every girl part on display, didn’t feel dirty. It felt right.
“No, Sir. I haven’t. But I’m willing to try,” Shelley replied.
Wolf let his hands curve around, skimming over her hips and stomach, pulling her back against him. She felt his cock rubbing against her ass. “I’m glad to hear that, love.”
He worked his hands up to cup her breasts. Every inch of her flesh was coming alive under his hands. And Leo’s eyes watched every moment. Wolf buried his face in her hair as though he wanted to inhale her.
“God, she smells so good, Leo.”
Leo’s eyes tightened. “Jasmine. She smells like jasmine.”
“I don’t know, but I fucking love it.”
Her shampoo was jasmine and so was her body lotion. She loved the smell. And Leo knew it? Her heart was pierced by the sweetness of it, and their distance made her ache. She wanted to reach out to him, but he was so wary she feared he would walk away.
Wolf stepped back. “What did I tell you to do, love? I’m still the Dom here.”
He’d told her to find her position. She got back down, her knees sinking into the thick rug that covered this portion of the immaculate living room.
“You’re going to have to work on her form, Wolf,” Leo said, his voice a mere whisper.
Wolf put his hands on her shoulders, squaring them. “Yes, but she’s still lovely like this. I know a little knotty time will get her in shape. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll tie her up and keep her at my feet for a while.” He stroked her hair. “I’ll need that from time to time. I’ll need you to simply kneel at my feet after I’ve properly bound you. I’ll talk to friends or watch a game on TV, and I’ll feed you and stroke you. I’ll find it deeply calming.”
God, she would be his little pet in those moments.
“She would look lovely in suspension,” Leo offered.
“Yes, I believe we’ll get to that, too. But tonight I have something else in mind. I got to play with this pussy earlier, but I neglected a few things.” He knelt behind her. “Spread those legs further. I want access to my pussy.”
His pussy. The words crept sensually along her skin. She forced her knees open.
“Do you have a safe word, Shelley?” Leo asked. “I want to make sure you’re safe before I leave you to your Master.”