“Thank you, doctor.”
The older man crossed his hands in front of him. “If I may say so, it looks as if you’ve been dealing with such symptoms for a while now. I imagine your level of daily responsibilities would make most of us look lazy but…you won’t do anyone any good if you collapse.” He rattled off the signs of dehydration. “Have you had any of those symptoms for more than a month?”
“I…yes.” She heard the cousins inhale sharply.
“How long would you estimate you’ve had them?”
“A-about four months or so. I probably made it worse. When I get tired, I go for coffee. I’m drinking a lot more these days when I forget to eat or have to cut my sleep short.”
“Hmm, a perfect combination to wear your body down to a dangerous level. I’ll be by to check on you tomorrow. In the meantime, drink and rest.” He nodded and left with his quiet assistant following.
Fahad picked her up and put her back in bed. Nuri handed her the glass of water that he’d refilled. They stared at her with their arms crossed until she drank the entire thing.
Handing it back, she gave them a small smile. “I’m not normally such a pain in the ass.” The expressions on their faces weren’t annoyed. They were worried. “I won’t neglect the basics again. You have my word. There are too many people depending on me to fail based on lack of water and sleep. I’ll be more careful from this moment on.”
Exhaling roughly, they nodded and turned out the lights. When they got back in bed beside her, she soaked up the way they felt against her.
Twenty minutes later, she whispered, “Lemon water. Fuck.”
Laughing, Fahad slid from beneath the covers and took her hand. “Slowly this time.”
Taking care of business, he hustled her back to the bed. When she was settled between them, she said happily, “You’re so warm. Hard.”
Nuri ground out, “More than you know.” The words set off a round of laughter.
“We could…” she began.
“Absolutely not. You need rest and that is what you will get.”
They pressed close and began to talk softly about many things. The smooth, accented sounds of their voices carried her into a deep and dreamless sleep.
Chapter Eleven
Marci slept for an entire day, waking only to drink and use the bathroom. Dr. Rosen checked on her but she was barely awake. At least one of the cousins was with her at all times.
Just before dawn on Sunday morning, she stirred and stretched. It was luxurious.
Doing a quick evaluation, she realized she felt physically better than she had in years. Her body was truly rested, her mind was clear, and she was filled with a sense of joy that was brand new.
Turning her head, she met Fahad’s eyes and understood the cause. He rolled toward her with a smile. “You look much better, Marci.”
“I feel better.” His black eyes sparkled and she felt as if she was falling into them. “Thank you, Fahad, both of you, for everything.”
“There is no reason to thank us. We have been worried but it was worse than we knew.” He reached out and stroked a strand of her hair off her cheek. “You are beautiful when you sleep.”
Nuri came out of the bathroom toweling his thick black hair and gave her a huge grin. “This time you are really awake. It is good to see your eyes so clear, Marci.”
Another towel was wrapped around his waist, leaving his chest bare. Unlike the night she’d arrived, she was able to appreciate the all-over caramel tone and the scattering of black hair across his pecs. She sat up and realized that even his feet were attractive.
“So pretty…I’ve never noticed a man’s feet before.” She glanced up. “Did I say that out loud?” Nuri laughed. “Lovely.”
“Are you hungry?” Fahad sat up beside her.
“I’m not sure. I need to shower.”
Nodding, he stood up and held out his hand. “Everything you need is in the closet. There is another entrance to the bathroom.” He opened the door and showed her built-in drawers that held underthings. From the rod, he took a soft t-shirt and yoga pants. “Something comfortable, I think.”
“Thank you…again. You went to a lot of trouble.”
Bending, he kissed her forehead. “No trouble. Shower and we will talk when you are done. Take your time. Hopefully, your assistant remembered all your personal products.”
She blinked. “You miss nothing.”
“Ah, that was Nuri. I contented myself with clothing.”
From the closet door, Nuri added, “We shared the selection of shoes and other accessories.”
Looking back and forth between them, she had to smile. “Something tells me you don’t do this for all your guests.”
“You are not a guest. You are a different matter entirely.”
“Take your shower, Marci. We will wait.”
“You do a lot of waiting for me, it seems.”
They stepped close and lifted their hands to either side of her face. “It is no chore to wait for the right woman. It is an honor to do so. One day, you will realize this.”
She went up on tiptoe and wrapped her arms around their necks, hugging them hard. They responded by crossing their arms over her torso, pulling her closer. The way each had a cheek pressed to hers was warm and comforting.
“You make me feel safe. You make me feel loved. No one else has done that without conditions. All my life, I’ve been alone.” Their hold on her tightened and they buried their faces at her neck.
“I’ve been drawn to you from the night we met again. I wondered when you’d tire of working around my schedule, my responsibilities. You never did. I’ve become…accustomed to your presence. My days aren’t as good if I can’t see you.”
“It is the same for us.” She nodded and they took turns stroking their hands down her back.
“Before I shower, I need you to tell me…do you see this in a permanent way?”
“We want to keep you, Marci. It is our wish to have you with us always,” Nuri whispered.
“We want you to be the woman that we work together to love and care for, to enable you to live the demanding life you must.”
Pulling back, they stared down at her face. She asked, “What about your demanding lives?”
Nuri shook his head. “I have not missed a single day of work. My businesses require time but not like yours. I have dozens of family members that work within my various enterprises. I am the oldest of twelve children, Marci. Many brothers, sisters, and cousins work for the company I inherited.”
“I am the oldest of nine and it is the same for me. For you,” Fahad explained, “it is much different. You are the only child of your mother and father. To count all family related to you by blood would take only your fingers. You are left to manage strangers, people not as invested as you are in the success.”
“I never looked at it that way,” she confessed. “Dad and I were the only family working for the company. He started it and the plan was always for me to take over. I was groomed to do that since I was very young.”
“If we require time off, we are able to take it. It is harder for you and this is something we knew before we approached you.” Fahad stroked his palm over her hair. “Who you are, the way you are invested in your life and your company, these are things we admire.”
“We have no wish to change you, Marci. Not now, not ever. The woman you are is the same one we fell in love with when you weren’t even fully grown.” Nuri gave her a gentle smile. “We would have you no other way.”
“You love me?” Both men nodded slowly. “I love you, too. I didn’t think it was possible to love two people at the same time.” She shrugged. “I never even loved one person.”
They took turns bending to kiss her lips lightly. “We are proud to be the first to earn your love. You are the first for us as well. You will shower and eat. We can talk more when you are ready.”
Placing her palms at the bend of their neck and shoulders, she stroked her hands down their chest
s. “I have the basics. I don’t feel like talking anymore.” Leaning forward, she planted kisses on the skin above their hearts. “I’m dying for you.”
“I have never desired anything in my life as I do you.”
“We will take excellent care of you, Marci.”
“I know you will.” Stepping away, she turned, picked up the clothes, and backed toward the door to the bathroom. “I won’t take long. As far as food, something light…and fast.”
They were grinning as she ran for the shower.
* * * * *
An hour later, Marci was showered, fed, and tired of waiting.
Patting her lips, she took a final sip of the mint-infused water and stood. The small in-suite dining table was covered in small platters of fresh fruit, fluffy pastries, and assorted nuts.
They turned in their seats to watch her.
Walking a few feet away, she removed the t-shirt and stretchy yoga pants. More nervous than she’d ever been in her life, she took a deep breath and took off her bra and panties.
The cousins stood and walked toward her in a way that gave her goosebumps.
Stopping far enough away that she could take them both in, they stripped their shirts over their heads.
She murmured, “My hands itch to touch you.”
“Your touch is heaven.” She didn’t know who said the words.
They hooked thumbs in the waists of their sleep pants and pushed them down their legs. The way they looked in the form-fitting boxer briefs was the stuff fantasies were made of but when they removed them, she tugged her lower lip between her teeth.
They were at ease with their nakedness, standing a few feet away with their hands at their sides.
The skin from their faces to their toes was an even toasted brown and warm. The sparse black hair on their chests, legs, and arms tempted her to pet them. She allowed her eyes to roam down, taking in definition and cocks that jutted proudly from their groins.
Both of them had no pubic hair. Their shafts were clear in all their glory. It wasn’t unusual for her to be denuded as a woman but no previous lover had been so prefectly groomed.
“You make me fucking ravenous.”
They lunged toward her and carefully tackled her to the big bed. They took their time touching her, kissing her, and lightly tickling her.
It was the first time she’d felt the urge to laugh in bed and it felt wonderful. In turns, they appeared in her line of sight, smiling as they lowered to kiss her deeply. At all times, they stroked their fingers over her skin. Erogenous zones she didn’t know existed flared to life.
The feel of four hands and two mouths giving her their undivided attention was incredible. An absence of feeling rushed to the finish was unique and gave her time to enjoy every sensation to the fullest.
Then they were both above her, staring at her face as they stroked their fingers through her hair. They alternated kissing her and nuzzling her cheeks.
“Are you frightened, Marci?” She shook her head and Fahad smiled gently. “We need to relax your body, to prepare you.”
She nodded as if she understood and they smiled.
Nuri rubbed his cheek against her shoulder. “If anything makes you uncomfortable, you need to tell us so we can put you at ease. The only thing that matters is your pleasure. Our pleasure will be heightened by yours.”
Going up on her elbows, she took a deep breath. “I have to tell you something. I’ve had conversations with Riya about the, uh, logistics and I’m excited. Tawny overshares and offered a hundred suggestions involving props, costumes, some climbing gear…it all got very confusing toward the end.”
The cousins laughed warmly and she joined them.
“The point is, I’m dying for you, and I have been for months. I know you, I love you, and I trust you. I want this, I want you both more than I can explain. Now…do the minimum preparation necessary and fuck me before I pass out from anticipation. It’s making me lightheaded.”
Warm hands tightened on her body and in her hair. Fahad and Nuri’s eyes glowed like black diamonds as lust flared bright and hot in them. They pressed against her hips and she felt how hard the blood throbbed in the silken skin of their cocks.
They pulled her more firmly between them. Pressed to her chest and back, they placed their lips at her ears and murmured together, “As you wish.”
Chapter Twelve
It would take Marci days after their first time together to process all the sensations they inspired. Physically, mentally, and emotionally, Fahad and Nuri were present and showed it every step of the way.
Trying to decipher what they were thinking was unnecessary. They were happy to share their thoughts verbally.
That she lost track of who spoke almost immediately shamed her. “I can’t…you sound so similar.”
Propping their heads in their hands, they relaxed against her. She thought again that they had control unlike anything she’d ever seen.
Nuri said, “This is new to you. So much will be new to you. One thing we want to impress more than any other is that there are no rules for you. There is nothing you are expected to do.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” she said honestly.
“We will not keep score, beautiful Marci.” Fahad stared at her intently. “If you had to choose between us now, could you?”
Just the thought made her heart hurt. She clasped her hands over her chest and squeezed. They reached out to hold them while she blinked back tears.
“No, love. No. We do not ask that you choose. Your reaction, your expression, would have put to rest any doubts if we had them. We do not.”
Swallowing hard, she whispered, “I could never choose now.” Letting her eyes drift closed, she added, “I don’t think I ever could have even when I was a silly girl.”
“Even when you were in Dubai?” Nuri asked in surprise.
Removing her hands from theirs, she took her time stroking faces that had always been dear to her. “A friend who is far away is sometimes much nearer than one who is at hand.”
“You…remember.” Fahad’s eyes sparkled.
“I have the book in the safe. I went looking for it a few weeks ago and found it with my keepsakes.” One side of her mouth lifted. “The flowers were still pressed inside.”
The poem was one of many she’d seen in their grandfather’s extensive library and it stuck with her as she grew close to the cousins. When they saw how much she enjoyed it, they inscribed the hand-bound book and presented it as a gift with desert hyacinths inside the covers.
The day violence stole her joy, she’d been trying to figure out a way to ask them to visit her in America.
“I didn’t know. I didn’t understand that I loved you but then I forgot everything. I went to sleep and wiped it all away.” Hot tears slipped over her cheeks. “I’m sorry.”
“Marciella. You were hurt, terrified, and confused. Your mind and body were in chaos and you were so young. You owe no apology. You never did.”
They held her close and murmured until her tears slowed and finally stopped. She gripped their hands like lifelines.
Alternating between kissing and stroking her, the pain in her heart began to loosen.
“Experience joy that should have been yours long ago. Today is a beautiful day to start your future. We are so happy to be part of your life now.”
“Close your eyes, Marci. Do not worry about which of us touches you. Do not impose rules that do not belong between us. Take from us. Feel our love for you.”
Then Fahad and Nuri began to give.
As instructed, Marci kept her eyes closed. She allowed herself to slip into a dreamlike state where hands and mouths moved over her with attention to every inch.
Warm hands coasted over her until her skin pebbled in goosebumps. When her nipples were taken into the warm heat of their mouths, she cried out and let her fingers grip thick strands of hair to anchor her, to hold them closer.
Voices layered over one another and she immersed herse
lf in all they offered. “Every part of you is delicate. “Your skin is softer than anything I have ever touched. It feels amazing against mine, Marci.”
The amount of time they spent simply kneading her, stroking her, and planting open-mouthed kisses on parts of her that seemed unimportant until they brought pleasure there was unlike anything she had to compare it to.
Shy at first, unsure of what she should do, she tentatively stroked her fingers down strong necks to broad shoulders. Testing the muscles, she massaged them and found such simple pleasure in being able to do so at last.
“This feels too amazing to be…”
Then one of them settled between her legs and laid their lips to the most sensitive part of her and she lost whatever she might have said. Her entire upper body arched from the bed and she released a hard gasp.
Only the body above her that took that moment to claim her mouth in a passionate kiss prevented her from screaming. Eyes closed, she gave herself to the kiss, wrapping an arm around a warm back.
Moaning into a hot mouth, she relished a second that worked over folds already slick with need. Her hips moved of their own free will and she analyzed the tongue that licked her, the lips that suckled her clit.
One hand drifted down to rake through thick hair, her nails scratching against his scalp as he pleasured her in a way she had never found particularly satisfying.
Panting, another tongue coiled with hers and plumped breasts that felt as if they were throbbing. Running her hand over a taut male nipple, she kept going until she could wrap her fist around a cock that was beyond hard. There was a low groan of response and she loved the way it made her feel.
Breaking the kiss, she murmured words she’d never uttered. “I need you in my mouth.” Feeling drunk on sensation, she stroked firmly and attempted to open her eyes. It wasn’t easy. She met Fahad’s eyes, brilliant with restrained lust he tried to hide. “Let me have you.”
“Marci…I do not have the strength.”
She shook her head slowly against the pillow. “Why do you need it? Give me what I need.”
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