by Bella Blake
I let out a contented sigh as I watch him soap up because I’m getting a hell of a double feature with my bath.
Chase sits down on the edge of the bathtub and taps my shoulder. “Get your hair wet for me?”
“Oh,” I say in surprise.
The guys had joked about scrubbing me down, but I hadn’t actually expected them to do it. I’m totally down for it, though.
Holding my breath, I slide under the water, swishing my head from side to side to get all my long, dark locks thoroughly drenched. Then I sit up and wrap my arms around my knees.
He begins working the shampoo through my hair and I close my eyes, humming with happiness as I enjoy the sensation of his fingers massaging my scalp. The scent of coconut and lavender hit my nose as Chase’s fingers twist through my long hair. He goes slow, really pampering me.
I want his hands to travel down, to move from my head to my neck, to my breasts. I want his firm, sensual touch to roam over every inch of me. It feels so good that an involuntary moan of pleasure slips out of my lips.
God, I could get used to this.
When he pulls his hands away, I open my eyes, blinking in a hazy fog of bliss and exhaustion. The shower is off, and Hugh has a towel around his waist. He’s just as much a fine specimen of man candy as his brother, and he gives me a panty-melting look when Chase helps me stand up.
Hugh’s gaze slides down my body as I rise from the water, heating me up more than the hot water ever could. Bubbles slide down my body, and the cooler air makes my nipples tighten, begging for their touch.
I take the hand Hugh offers me, and they both help me carefully step out of the tub so I can balance most of my weight on my uninjured ankle. They guide me into the shower where Hugh’s left the water running. I step into the warm spray and hold on to the metal handrail on the shower wall as both the guys drop their towels and step inside with me.
As soon as I have my balance, two sets of strong hands begin working through my hair and sliding across my soapy skin, rinsing me off.
They don’t miss a single spot, and their hands linger teasingly as they run up my inner thighs and across my breasts, making me roll my back and sway my hips to capture as many of their touches as I can.
I decide maybe we didn’t make it out of the fire after all—that I’ve died and gone to Heaven instead.
The stream of water turns off and by the time I turn around, they both have towels in hand, ready to dry me off. It shouldn’t be erotic, but the contrast of the slippery, wet rubdown they just gave me followed by the brisk work of the towels against my heated skin is a heady and intoxicating foreplay.
And they know it.
I feel Hugh hardening against my ass as his hands tease my hair dry. He grasps a handful and tugs my head back to his shoulder, his lips grazing the skin of my neck, and I grind my ass into him.
Chase kneels in front of me, his hands gliding the towel down my stomach and legs. I shift, parting for him as he dries the inside of my thighs. Then he cups my pussy and slowly rubs the fabric against me with firm hands, making me shiver with his touch.
Which is, of course, exactly when the room service arrives with a knock at the door.
“Ignore it, I’ll happily starve,” I tell them.
But Hugh is already stepping around me, wrapping one of the towels around his waist as he heads out of the bathroom.
Chase stands and does the same, covering his goods with the towel before reaching for one of the plush robes hanging on the bathroom wall. He holds the robe open for me and I slip my arms inside.
Once it’s draped on my shoulders, he spins me around to face him, his eyes never leave mine as he ties it shut. Then he gives the sash one more firm, hard tug, yanking me against him with a sexy wink.
Oh, he’s such a damn tease.
I squint at him with playful frustration as he wraps an arm under mine. He helps me hobble out of the bathroom just as the bellhop leaves, closing the door to the suite behind him.
My disappointment at the interruption vanishes the second the savory scent of food fills my nose. I’m reminded how hungry I am when my stomach roars to life, grumbling loudly. The dining table is covered with dishes, and Hugh’s busy pulling the silver plate covers off them.
My mouth waters at the sight he reveals.
Three massive burgers, piled with cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, and onions take the place of pride on each platter, and they’re all surrounded by heaps of thick golden fries.
When Hugh lifts the lid off the last dish, exposing an entire cheesecake, and I want to call the front desk and sob my thanks. The creamy cheesecake is drizzled with a dark red sauce and fresh blueberries, strawberries, and raspberries have been placed with perfect care on top of whipped cream rosettes.
“Go sit, we’ll bring you a plate,” Chase says as he retrieves my crutches, then nods at the couch in the living room area of the suite.
I scoop the bottles of IPA from the table and stuff them in the pockets of my robe. Even though I haven’t mastered using the crutches yet, I still make it to the couch with lightning speed, the hunger pains driving me on. I plop down in the middle of it and toss the crutches out of the way.
Hugh is right behind me, handing me a plate as I eagerly hold out my hands. The guys sit on either side of me, hunched over in their towels as they balance their plates on their laps, their dark hair and toned muscles still damp from the shower.
A groan escapes me as I take the first bite.
The savory seasonings, the perfectly cooked patty, and the crisp crunch of the fresh vegetables is better than I could have imagined. The fries get an equally satisfied moan when I bite into them. They’re still hot from being fried and are perfectly salted.
I’m surprised the guys aren’t teasing me with the noises I’m making, but one look at them shows that they’re reveling in the food just as much.
We don’t talk at all as we devour our food, but it’s a comfortable silence. When we’re done, Chase takes the plates away and returns with the dessert and another round of beer—seriously, that concierge lady is getting the best customer service report from me.
Hugh leans back, turning on the massive television hanging over the unlit fireplace.
“Any preference?” Hugh asks as he scrolls through the movie options.
I shrug, caring more about the delicious, rich slice of cheesecake in front of me.
“Something funny,” Chase suggests before taking a sip of his beer. He tugs me against his side, and I wiggle closer as I stuff another bite of cheesecake into my mouth.
I don’t catch what Hugh selects right away because I’m too distracted by the way he curls an arm under my legs and pulls them into his lap. I balance a plate of cheesecake on my stomach, and lean back into Chase, nestling against his shoulder. Hugh rubs his palms across my legs, massaging gently, and I give him a lazy, elated smile.
It’s a show I’ve seen before—a comedy about a girl and her four male roommates. We settle in, and I offer bites of my cheesecake to both of them. It feels so domestic, lounging on the couch with them and watching television.
A twist of apprehension grips me and my stomach clenches. Yesterday we were only concerned about surviving, but now we’re alive and safe. My feelings haven’t lessened, and if anything, this moment is making me even more certain.
I want this, the two of them, us together just like this, for the rest of my life.
But how do I tell them that? How do we move forward from here?
I really wish my phone was charged, so I could escape into the bathroom and call Vanessa and beg her for advice. Or maybe do a quick online search on how to confess your love to two men at once.
I can’t be the first woman in history to fall for two amazing, sexy brothers. But I don’t think there’s too many advice columns written about this.
The deep, all-consuming affection I feel for them swells inside me until I can’t keep it in anymore.
“I love you,” I blurt out and instantl
y feel like an idiot.
Hugh slowly lowers the beer bottle from his mouth as he looks at me, his eyes wide. I feel Chase stiffen behind me as I lean back against him. I know none of us are paying attention to the show anymore.
Hugh darts a glance at his brother. A second later, Chase asks in a guarded voice, “Which one of us are you talking to?”
I clutch the empty plate and dessert fork in my hand, fixating my gaze on it like it holds the secrets of the universe. I know I can get the words out, but I’ll lose my nerve if I have to look them in the eye while I take the plunge and say what’s in my heart.
“Both of you,” I confess. “I know it’s crazy and that we just went through hell together and, you know, what idiot falls in love in the middle of a dangerous wildfire while running for their life? But… but I did. And I know that sometimes survival situations can make people feel things that aren’t really there, but I’m really damn sure that the way I feel about the two of you is so much more than an adrenaline high.”
I can feel their eyes fixed on me, so I keep going, fumbling for words to explain how I feel. “I want this every day. Not the fire or the river, I mean, but the three of us together. And now I’m babbling and you two aren’t saying anything and you’re just staring at me like I dropped an anvil on your heads and…” I cringe and cover my face. “Oh my God, just put me back in the wildfire and pretend I never said anything.”
From behind me, Chase reaches around and gently removed the fork from my nervous fingers and pulls the plate away from where it rests on my stomach. I hear the clatter as he places them on the coffee table, then Chase takes my hand, his fingers threading between mine.
Hugh sets his beer down on the side table and leans toward me. He cups my jaw, and I have no where else to look except at him. My face is burning, and I’m probably as red as a tomato and my heart is pounding wildly, but I swallow hard and manage to make eye contact with him.
“You’re adorable,” Hugh says, barely louder than a whisper.
He shifts under my legs and leans toward me, capturing my lips with his, kissing me so tenderly it makes my stomach flutter. It’s sweet, and loving, and everything that nine year-old me imagined a true love’s kiss would feel like.
“Okay, wow, that’s not the response I was expecting,” I admit nervously after he pulls back.
Chase lets out an amused huff, then he reaches out and thwacks Hugh lightly against the side of his head. He scoots forward and twists so he can look at me, and my heart takes off like a hummingbird at the emotion in his eyes.
“My brother isn’t much with the words, if you haven’t noticed. So I’ll say them. I told you earlier that I was halfway in love with you, but the truth is I’ve fallen so damn hard. I’m completely all the way in love with you,” Chase says, never breaking eye contact. He nods his head towards Hugh. “He is, too. Both of us, so much.”
“Really?” I desperately want to believe them, but falling in love with them has been so unexpected that I feel like lightning’s struck me, not once but twice. “Because I know this is crazy. And I know that this isn’t, like, a normal thing, it’s not the status quo—”
Hugh clamps his hand over my mouth, a wry look on his face. “Fuck the status quo,” he says with so much conviction it makes my lips tremble under his rough palm. “We escaped a wildfire, hiked through a burned forest, and almost drowned before going through brutal rapids. We survived, together. So we’ll damn sure find a way to make this work.”
“Oh,” is my eloquent reply.
They love me. They both love me and want to figure this out.
My whole body is singing and I’m practically numb from the sheer amount of joy running through me, as though my heart is pumping pure happiness through my veins.
I reach out for Hugh, sliding my hand around his neck and tugging him close to kiss him again. Then I pull Chase to me with my other arm and turn my face to his. His lips are on mine instantly, devouring me with passionate, urgent kisses, his tongue exploring my mouth.
The show, our beers, the cheesecake—all of it is forgotten as our kiss turns from sweet to sinful.
Hugh’s hands are deftly untying my robe while his lips trail along the bare skin he reveals. I break away from Chase, panting, my lips tingling from his intense kisses.
“So, about those plans we had when we got a bed...” I murmur.
21
MEGAN
Hugh stands and sweeps me up from the couch.
I squeak as he lifts me into the air, damn near throwing me over his shoulder like he’s a prehistoric man taking me to his cave. He places me on the bed then spreads my robe apart, pushing the soft fabric off my body.
He stands back to look at me, and I love having his eyes on me, being on display for him, stretched out, naked, and ready.
Chase steps beside his brother and drinks in the view of me with approval, the sexiest curl of anticipation on his lips as he unwraps the towel from his waist.
The bed is so soft and inviting that I sink into it with a sigh as Hugh climbs onto the mattress next to me, with Chase sliding in on my other side. I reach for Chase, guiding his lips to mine as Hugh cups my breast and swirls his tongue against it.
We’re in love and we’re alive. And there is nothing more that I want to do except be here in this moment with them.
But this time, I want more control.
Rolling toward Chase, I push him gently until he’s laying flat on his back. Then I carefully straddle his lap, his hard cock trapped between us. Hugh moves behind me, kissing down my neck and back.
I touch Chase everywhere I can reach. Pressing my lips to his chest, I pepper his firm muscles with kisses.
Then I brush my tongue teasingly against his neck before returning to his mouth and devouring him hungrily. I can’t kiss him enough. I’ll never be able to kiss either of them enough, not if I live for three hundred years.
Behind me, Hugh is driving me crazy, running his hands all over my back and ass. His strong touch is filled with desire, stoking the heat between my legs and the thrill in my stomach. It’s like my body is an instrument and they know just how to make me hum with pleasure.
Chase buries his hand in my damp hair and grabs a fist full, tugging it just enough to create a delicious sting.
It makes my nipples stiffen and a chill of goosebumps run down my arms, chased by a white-hot arousal. I grind down on him, his cock sliding against my wet center, making us both groan with need.
I raise up, gripping the base of his cock, dragging him against me once again.
His mouth parts as he watches me tease him, his eyes fixated on where I’m rubbing my pussy on his stiff erection. A groan escapes his lips as I press his hardness against my slick entrance.
He lifts his hips, wanting more, but he stops and grabs my wrist, and I freeze.
“Condoms?” he says, his voice husky.
A flush of pride blooms in me. I make him sound like that. Desperate and needy.
Hugh moves off the bed in a flash, like he’s got lightning fueling him. A moment later he returns, a devilish grin on his lips and his fists full of shiny foil packets. He climbs back on the bed before showering us with condoms.
I burst into laughter and pluck several packets off Chase’s chest. “What the hell is all this?”
“Remember when the nurse had me step out while you were getting a head-to-toe examination?” Hugh asks, one eyebrow raised smugly. “Well, I might have mentioned to one of the doctors in the ER that I needed to refresh a few supplies.”
“Did he think you were… going for a record or something?” I ask with a chuckle of surprise, eyeing all the condoms.
“Hell, yeah,” Chase says, cocking a suggestive eyebrow at me as he snatches one out of my hands and pushes me back, freeing his cock so he can slip it on. “We might need more than this, honestly.”
“Are you trying to kill me?” I give them both an incredulous look, trying to seem completely put out by the idea, but I’m barely su
ppressing my smile.
“It’ll be a good way to go, I promise,” Chase says with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
He grabs my ass and lifts me up, rocking his hips beneath me and slowly pulling me down onto his cock. The sensation of him filling and stretching me steals all my breath in a wave of ecstasy.
I arch my back and Chase’s fingers sink into my hips as he holds himself still. I brace myself on his chest, working myself on him slowly, drawing it out, reveling in every stroke.
Beside us, Hugh’s stroking his cock, his gaze fixed on me as I ride his brother. Each time I grind against Chase, my swollen clit is teased mercilessly. I can’t stand it anymore and bring a hand to where we’re joined, rubbing myself as I rock my hips.
Chase sucks in a breath with a hiss and his eyes are riveted to where my hand is moving. I lean back, bracing a hand against his thigh, and start to ride him harder, focusing on the pleasure of him filling me while my fingers work deftly on my clit.
They both watch me, and it makes me burn hotter as I realize I have a bit of an exhibitionist streak.
I love making Chase gasp and his stomach muscles clench as I ride him, and the way Hugh’s fist tightens on his firm shaft as he watches my excitement build.
My orgasm shudders through me and I arch back with a cry as Chase takes over and drives into me hard, his hands holding my hips firmly. As my climax blazes a searing hot path through every nerve, I run my hands over my body, rubbing my breasts, my neck, my lips, and knowing that they’re watching heightens all my senses.
Chase’s cock pulses inside me and I can tell he’s close.
I slip a hand between us and wrap my fingers around him, squeezing his cock hard. A few more thrusts and he’s moaning his own orgasm, a deep sound that vibrates through my body, and I feel so damn sexy in this moment.
Maybe that’s why, when Hugh helps me off of Chase and lays me down on the bed, I eagerly let my legs fall open for him. He’s pressing kisses to me, and I can feel his cock hard and eager, but when I try to grip it, he moves away.
“I think something else needs attention, first.” The salacious look he gives me is nearly enough to send me over the edge again.