by Morgan Henry
“Cute cat,” said Carter.
“She seems friendly,” replied Kent.
“How do you know it’s a she?” asked Carter.
“I’m ready,” said Hanna as she came out of the house. “I see Tink has found you.”
“Yep. She’s pretty cute.” Kent was scratching Tink’s ears as she purred loudly.
“She generally likes people. I’m impressed that a big tough guy like you has her on your lap.” Hanna sounded surprised.
“Tough guys can like cats. We both like animals.” Kent reluctantly stood up and put the cat on the lounger.
“That was a quick shower.” Carter was a bit surprised at how little time she had taken.
“Well, I don’t think I missed any spots, but I figured you had waited on me long enough already.”
This time Carter was the quick one with the flirtatious comment. “I could check for you. You know, to see if you missed anywhere.”
Hanna just groaned as she locked up the house and followed them to the truck. They put Hanna between the two men and headed out to their home.
Chapter 5
Hanna’s mouth dropped open a little as they pulled up to the VanLindts’ home. It was beautiful. Slightly out of town, it was a stone home, nestled on a wooded lot and set deeply back from the road. There was a large garage on the right side that they pulled up to. A covered porch spanned the entire front of the house, the roof held up with large wooden pillars. The floor of the porch was flagstone and even with the grass. It butted up against the gravel driveway. There wasn’t any furniture or decorations on the front porch, but the door was painted a beautiful deep red. It looked fabulous against the gray stonework.
“Do you like it?” asked Kent as he helped her out of the truck.
“It’s stunning.” Hanna gave a little laugh. “And I’ve only seen the front!”
“Why don’t we give you a quick tour of the inside, then you can soak in the tub,” offered Carter. They all walked toward the front door and into the house.
They entered a wood-floored foyer with a closet on the right and stairs to the basement on the left. They headed forward into the main room that ran all along the back of the house, the wood flooring continuing throughout. One end held a large stone fireplace, big screen TV, and rather masculine-looking sofa and recliners. The other end had a large dining table and chairs. It also opened to the kitchen. There were large windows all along the back of the house.
“Over there is a bathroom and the office,” Kent said, gesturing to two doors that led off the seating area.
They led her over to the dining area, which had French doors leading out to a deck. The deck housed a really large barbeque and a picnic table. It became obvious that the house was set into a hill, and the basement would be a walk out to the area below the deck. There didn’t appear to be much in the backyard aside from a patio below the deck, which held the hot tub, and the border of the woods. The lack of any gardens or other plants made the area rather plain. Hanna thought it was peaceful but she would love to landscape the area more.
“The trees are lovely,” she told the men.
“They are nice, but we know we need a bit more work on the landscaping,” said Carter. “Let’s show you downstairs, then get you into the tub.”
He led her down the stairs, Kent following. Kent gestured to the doors down the right side corridor. “Those are our bedrooms, and this one’s for the furnace room. This here”—he opened the door on the left—“is the master bedroom.”
It was huge. There was a fireplace in there that was obviously in the same spot as the one in the living area above. A large, custom-made bed had a beige comforter on it and there was a lovely wooden dresser as well. There wasn’t any décor or personal items around. Hanna thought there was surprisingly little furniture for such a large room. The wall out to the patio had large windows as well as French doors leading to the outside.
“There’s a closet over there and a bathroom as well,” Kent continued. “The French doors lead directly out to the lower patio and the hot tub is to the left. We’ll go out and get it ready, and when you change, just hop in, okay?”
“Sure,” replied Hanna. “Um, can I ask why this room doesn’t appear to be used?”
“Well, Kent and I don’t snuggle unless there’s a woman between us,” Carter said with a wink. “So we sleep in our own bedrooms until we find the woman we want around forever to take up residence with us in this room. She can help with the décor later.”
“Oh,” said Hanna. She wished she could come up with something better to say. “I’ll get changed then.” She headed to the bathroom.
“We’ll give you your privacy,” said Kent as he pulled Carter out to the patio and shut the door.
Hanna entered the bathroom, not quite willing to change in front of all those windows. She stopped dead again. It was like a spa. There was a double vanity, huge walk-in shower, and deep claw-foot tub. The vanity and tile were light cream, but the rest of the features were various shades of green, giving that same peaceful feeling as looking out into the trees.
She quickly changed into her bathing suit and flip-flops, grabbed a towel, and then headed out to the tub. The men already had the top off and the jets going, but they weren’t around. She hung her towel on one of the hooks nearby and slipped into the hot water. It was heaven. The heat felt so good on her tired muscles and she tried out a few seats until she found one that had the jets hitting her sore lumbar area. She actually groaned aloud as she settled in, tilted her head back to rest against the side, and closed her eyes. She could feel her body going limp.
“Hey, princess,” a deep voice murmured in her ear, making her start and splash. She just about went under and shot Kent a murderous look.
“Sorry,” Kent looked a little ashamed. “I came to make sure you were ok.”
“I’m fine,” said Hanna. “Better than fine, really. This feels so good.”
“I brought you a ginger ale. I know it’s not the wine we promised, but alcohol and the heat of the tub can make a person really dizzy, and I bet you haven’t eaten.”
Hanna shook her head. “It’s fine, and I know you’re right about the wine.” She relaxed against the tub after having a sip of the cold soda.
“So, can you stand a little company while Carter cooks?”
Hanna stilled. She hadn’t expected that, though really, when she thought about it she should have. Why wouldn’t they want to be in their own tub? “Of course. After all it’s yours.” She smiled at Kent.
Hanna couldn’t help but admire his body as he mounted the steps and lowered himself into the water. His long, lean frame had one hell of a six-pack and the muscles on his arms were so well defined there could be an anatomy lecture based on them. A light smattering of hair dusted his chest, and she could just see his flat brown nipples. He wore loose, low slung, brown trunks and she could see the hair on his chest trail downward. It was a good thing the water hid the dampness between her legs at the sight of him.
He grinned at her as he settled himself opposite and grabbed her right foot.
“Hey!” protested Hanna loudly. “What are you doing?” She was afraid he was going to try to tickle her. She could hold out if he tickled her feet, but her knees were horribly sensitive and she didn’t want them to know they could reduce her to a giggling mess playing with them.
Kent had her ankle firmly in his grasp. “I’m giving you a foot massage,” he said as he started to rub the sole of her foot. After a few minutes of extremely pleasurable manipulation of her appendage, he said, “You can massage anything you want on me in return if you want.” He winked at her again.
Hanna wondered where the flirty Kent had come from. He was usually so quiet and serious. She couldn’t help but grin and dish it back at him. “Nope, I think I’ll just lie here and take it.” A moan escaped her as he really started to work the little muscles.
“I massage shoulders well, too,” Kent pointed out.
“Foot
rub and shoulder massage? What kind of fool says no to that?” Hanna replied, her voice a little husky with the pleasure Kent was creating as he switched to her left foot.
He massaged in silence for a few more minutes. Hanna’s eyes had closed and she was drifting in the pleasure of the hot water, jets, and oh-so-wonderful foot massage.
“You’ll have to sit up a bit if you want me to do your shoulders,” he said, releasing her foot.
“Huh? Oh, sorry,” Hanna mumbled. She had been wholly absorbed in the sensations and not paying attention to Kent. She sat up a little and Kent slipped in behind her. He began to slowly work her aching shoulder muscles. There was no way she could not pay attention to him now.
His strong fingers started at her neck and worked their way along her shoulders and down her back. He applied pressure and worked them gently, but his touch was sensuous as well. Hanna couldn’t help but wonder what his hands would feel like on other body parts. Her nipples hardened as he worked her, becoming more sensitive to the fabric of her bathing suit rubbing against them. Her pussy was getting steadily wetter, and not from the hot tub. She could feel her lower lips grow slick as she squirmed a little under his touch. She realized when she moved that Kent’s cock was erect and rubbing against her ass. Apparently he was not a small man.
“I love the feel of your skin under my hands,” murmured Kent in her ear, his voice deep and husky. He dropped a soft, slow kiss on the nape of her neck.
Hanna shuddered. That felt really good. No one had paid attention to her neck like that before. It made her want more, made her want that big cock pounding into her cunt. She was so close to just saying to hell with it and jumping into bed with the brothers right then. But she just couldn’t. Couldn’t unbend quite that far. Yet.
Thank goodness Carter’s voice interrupted. “Hey, you two,” he called over the deck railing. “Dinner should be ready in about 10 minutes.”
“Saved by the proverbial dinner bell.” Kent’s lips were still close to her ear, and she could feel his warm breath on her skin. His arms wrapped around her for a hug that was somehow not quite long enough, though it was a few moments before he released her. “We need to get dry before the chef up there gets antsy.”
They climbed out of the tub and Hanna retreated to the bathroom again to dress. She followed her nose upstairs. The smells that were coming from the kitchen were making her stomach growl. She had worked hard today and her appetite reflected this. She hoped she wouldn’t make a total pig of herself.
“Hey there, sweet Hanna,” Carter greeted her as she came around the corner to the kitchen. He had a glass of wine in his hand and handed it to her, pulling her to him and giving her a peck on the cheek. He gestured to the counter between the kitchen and the dining area where there was some cheese and crackers set out. “Help yourself. With all the work you did today, I bet you’re starving.”
“Thank you. I’m really hungry,” Hanna replied as she took a sip of her wine. She was thinking how pathetic it was that just a little peck from Carter had her body leaping to attention and wanting more. She helped herself to some cheese and greeted Kent as he came up the stairs.
“Thanks for the neck rub,” she said appreciatively.
“You’re always welcome,” Kent replied. He grinned at her. “My offer for you to reciprocate still stands.”
“He gave you a neck rub?” asked Carter. “I’m jealous. What do I get to massage? No, don’t tell me, I’ll make my own choices.” He stared suggestively at her.
“What is it with you two?” Exasperation tinged Hanna’s voice. “Can’t we just talk and have dinner?”
“I thought that’s what we were doing. What did you think we were doing, Kent?” Carter’s voice had a light, mocking tone to it.
“Talking and waiting for you to get dinner on the table,” replied Kent in the same light tone. “What did you think we were doing, Hanna?”
“Arg. Quit with the sexual innuendo and let’s just eat.” Hanna couldn’t take much more “dirty” talk. She knew it was really mild flirting they were doing, but no one had ever talked to her like that. Her body was quite ready to take them up on each and every one of their suggestions, and she just wasn’t sure how to handle herself.
Both brothers laughed, but Hanna didn’t feel like they were laughing at her, more with her. Kent grabbed the salad and the plate with baked potatoes as Carter headed out to the barbeque. He returned with a huge platter of ribs.
“Oh my! How much do you think we can eat?” Hanna asked when she got a look at what looked like ten pounds of ribs.
“We like leftovers,” Carter said. “Besides, if I’m going to put the effort into making ribs, I may as well make a ton.”
Kent pulled out her chair and gestured for her to sit. “Dig in,” he invited as she was seated. They proceeded to enjoy a delicious dinner. Carter’s ribs were amazing, and Hanna ate more than she should have. She refused his offer of dessert, pleading the threat of explosion if she ate any more.
The men racked the dishes in the dishwasher and refused all offers of help from Hanna to clean up. Instead, they dragged her over to their considerable movie selection and insisted she pick one out to watch. Apparently their tastes ran from the typical action-packed “guy” flicks to hardcore sci-fi and more serious historical films and documentaries. Hmm, she didn’t expect that. She chose a film she had seen before but enjoyed immensely and handed it to Carter.
They settled on the couch, Hanna sandwiched between the two men. Kent had dimmed the lights, pulled the blinds down over the windows, and set up their killer entertainment system. It was almost like being at a private movie theater. Shortly after the start of the film, Hanna fell asleep.
Chapter 6
Carter looked down at Hanna and smiled. He thought she would be tired but hadn’t expected her to be relaxed enough to actually fall asleep between them. As far as he was concerned, the sooner she was between them every night, the better.
He clipped Kent in the head to get his attention and nodded to Hanna when Kent shot an annoyed look his way. Kent grinned when he saw her out cold.
“Too bad this isn’t a permanent thing,” he whispered.
“I was thinking the same thing,” Carter whispered back. “Let her sleep until the end of the movie, then we’ll try to convince her to stay.”
They sat back, cuddling Hanna between them, and watched the movie, turning the sound down so the action didn’t wake her. As the credits started to roll and Kent turned off the movie, Carter nuzzled her neck.
“Hey, sweet Hanna,” he murmured in her ear. “Time to wake up.” Carter had been half-hard through the movie. Now his cock was trying to bust out of his jeans. He would bet Kent was in the same predicament.
Kent caressed her thigh, kneading it with his large hand. “Movie’s over, princess. We need you to open those lovely brown eyes for us.”
Hanna’s eyes open a crack. “Oh, crap on a cracker. I fell asleep.” Her eyes were most of the way open now.
“Yes you did, princess, but we enjoyed cuddling you between us,” Kent said affectionately.
“Don’t call me princess,” Hanna said grumpily. She stretched her legs and tried to get up.
Carter stopped her by wrapping his arm around her middle. “Why can’t he call you princess, sweet Hanna?” Neither he nor Kent had stopped their caresses of her.
“Because princess is a word used to describe a spoiled, entitled, lazy, stuck-up woman who does nothing but shop and bitch about how bad her life is. Or at least, that’s what my mind conjures up when I hear someone called a princess.”
“I’m not calling you a princess, I’m calling you my princess,” Kent said firmly, his hand cupping her head and forcing her to look at him. “My princess is a beautiful young woman, who is smart, capable, and successful. She works hard and likes beauty around her, that’s why she does things like restore old gardens. She has a big heart that helps her to look after animals that can’t look after themselves and takes in stray k
itties. She will let us be her princes, because we want to enjoy her company, not because she thinks she is entitled to anything.”
Carter stared at Kent, He was still amazed that his oh-so-quiet brother could come out with these speeches every now and again. Hanna was staring, too, he noted.
“Won’t you let him call you princess now, sweet Hanna?” Carter pleaded softly, one hand creeping over to splay across her soft belly. He would always back up his brother when it came to winning Hanna’s heart.
“There are times when I wonder about you two,” she muttered, still just a little sleepy. “Yes, you can call me princess. But not all the time, okay?”
“Okay, Hanna,” Kent said. “You are so nice to have snuggled between us. Why don’t you spend the night?”
Hanna sighed, and Carter knew she was going to refuse. He and Kent had hoped to convince her to stay, but they both had the feeling she wasn’t the type to sleep with either of them without a solid relationship.
“I can’t,” she said. “I have to work in the morning, and I don’t have any clothes for work here, and my car is at home.”
Carter thought she sounded a little breathless. He hoped it was because she was at least a little aroused from their caresses. He was sure as hell aroused. There had to be a zipper imprint on his cock, the metal teeth were pressing so hard against his erection. If he wasn’t careful, it might be permanent.
He moved his hand in circles over her belly, widening them just a little each time, so that soon he was grazing the underside of her breasts. Kent hadn’t relinquished his hold on her head and was now peppering kisses along her jaw and the side of her mouth. Carter flicked open the lowest button on her blouse.
“What are you two doing?” Hanna asked, her voice a little husky.
“C’mon, sweet Hanna, surely you’ve made out at the movies before,” Carter replied, opening another button as he nibbled on her ear.
“Not with two guys. And the movie’s over. And I can’t stay,” she protested, but Carter thought it was halfhearted at best.