Staying at the resort until things blew over might be the wisest choice, but she wouldn’t let them talk her into staying indefinitely. She needed a new place to live as well a different job. Being a prosecuting attorney was out of the question. The gang members would be able to track her down. She’d have to get a new identity, which would take planning. She’d disappear far enough away so that not even Tom or Chase could find her.
With a plan in place, Larissa slept fitfully all night long, despite taking medication designed to calm the pain from her wrist. It did nothing to help her heart.
When the car had hit the wall, the force had pushed her forward, and the seat belt tugged hard against her upper body. Not only was her shoulder incredibly stiff, but her ribs were tender. Damn gang members. What could they gain by her death? Their leaders were still in jail and would stay there whether she lived or not.
She drifted in and out of sleep, waking when the sound of the crash woke her. Daylight seemed forever away, but eventually the doctor came by on her early morning rounds.
“Good morning, Ms. Viamari. I reviewed your X-rays. I think we can cast your wrist today, but I would like to do one more MRI. If all goes well, we can send you home.” She held up a finger. “But you’ll be restricted in what you do. Your body needs a lot of healing time.”
Home. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever spend one night at her house again. “That’s great. I’ll be good, I promise.”
Shortly after she got back from getting her wrist casted and the MRI taken, Tom came into her room by himself. Her muscles froze.
“Where’s Chase? Is he okay?”
“He’s feeling a little under the weather. I suggested he stay at the resort. That’s all.”
Bullshit. Chase dragged himself to the hospital yesterday when he looked like he’d crawled through a wood chipper. He’d be here unless he wasn’t able to. “What’s wrong with him?”
“He’s sore, that’s all, and a little tired.”
He wasn’t telling her all the details, but if Chase had a serious relapse, he would be back in the hospital. For all she knew, he was. Guess she’d find out soon enough.
Tom pulled up a chair next to the bed. “I spoke with the doctor. If your test results come back okay, she’s going to release you today.”
“I know.”
“Good. How’s the head this morning?” He reached out and cupped her chin, moving her face right, then left, examining all the cuts and scrapes. “And the wrist? How about your shoulder?”
He sounded like her mother used to sound before Dad died. “Better.”
“Great.”
Tom smiled and slipped a hand under the sheet. He lightly touched her ribs, and his warm fingers sent a shiver straight to the tops of her breasts. Why did she have to react to him so quickly? This wasn’t good. She needed to resist him. When her wrist and bruises healed, she had to find a way to leave them and never look back.
His fingers traveled higher. “I can’t wait to get inside you, suck on your tits, and fuck that deliciously tight pussy.”
“Tom! Shh.” She loved when he talked dirty to her, but she didn’t need someone in the hallway to overhear him. His hand hadn’t reached her breasts, yet she was getting wet thinking about making love to him. “I don’t think I’ll be ready for that kind of activity for a while.”
She didn’t want him to think she was going to be easy like she was before. No matter how much they turned her on, she had to convince them she wanted to leave them. That would be easier said than done. Every time Tom or Chase caressed any part of her body, her pulse increased and her breaths came out faster. Stupid, stupid body.
“I’m sure I can come up with creative ways to make you beg for my large cock.”
Oh, God. She’d never make it through the week.
Chapter Nine
Lit candles rimmed the tub. Steam poured upward above the peach-smelling bubbles.
“You stinker.” Larissa stood in the bathroom with her mouth open. Here, she’d worried the whole way back to the resort that Chase had been ill.
He grinned. “I thought you’d like it. It took a little doing to get all the candles and find the right bubble bath, but I wanted you to have a good welcome home.”
“You’re too sweet.” Leaving just got harder.
With her arm in a cast, undressing was going to be difficult.
Chase stepped behind her and kissed her neck as he reached around to unbutton her blouse. “I love your body.”
She closed her eyes, reveling in his soft, caring touch.
Tom moved in front of her and fumbled with the clasp on her shorts. His mouth worked through a few contortions until he finally managed to them off. The panties proved less of a chore. Within seconds she was naked. Her nipples thrummed with anticipation.
Tom shook his head.
“What?”
“Right after your bath, we’re going to have Sanicka come up and take care of that fuzz covering your beautiful pussy.”
Some battles she was willing to give in to. “Why is it important?”
His brows rose. “Every inch of you will be ultrasensitive. We can suck and tease you all the more.”
Which would make her want them further, making her departure more difficult. Oh, what the hell. As a last hurrah, she might as well enjoy what they were willing to give her. She was going to be there for a month, and the memories they made together would have to last a lifetime. “Okay.”
“Wonderful. You’ll be happy. Trust me.”
Chase helped her into the warm tub. The heat immediately soothed her aching muscles. “This is divine.” She held up her wrist, unsure where to place her arm.
Tom brought in a pillow. “Here. Rest your wrist on this. We can’t be too careful.”
Their considerate action continued to amaze her. She didn’t want to get any more attached, but if they were going to be together for the next few weeks, the bond between them was sure to grow.
Chase pulled the handheld showerhead off the wall. “Scoot forward, tilt your head back, and close your eyes.”
Those were easy commands. Warm water washed over her head. Her pain seemed to melt away from the luxury of having someone take care of her. She’d basically been alone her whole life and had done everything by herself. To experience help from this unlikely duo softened her, gave her hope that for a little while, at least, she could enjoy a slice of heaven.
“Tell me if I get too rough, darlin’. I don’t know what hurts.”
Nothing hurt when he touched her. Chase poured shampoo on his palms and rubbed the liquid into her scalp. He barely touched her. How sweet.
“I don’t think anything hurts anymore.”
With her eyes closed, she let the bubbles relax her and enjoyed Chase washing her hair.
Two fingers unexpectedly touched her nipple, and she opened her eyes. Lust sped through her body. Tom’s grinning face was within inches of her.
“Easy, honey. While Chase takes care of cleaning you, I’m going to take care of your other needs the best I can.”
She swatted his hand away with her good arm. “How can I relax with you touching me?”
“You better get used to us wanting you all the time. We have a lot more things planned. We want to make you very happy.”
“I am happy.” For now.
“We haven’t forgotten your decision to leave us. You know we can’t allow that kind of talk. We need you, and we’re going to show you how much you need us. I think it’s a win-win situation if we all stay together.”
How could she respond to such sweet-talking? She wasn’t going to win this argument, so she shut up and took advantage of the wonderful bath. With her head on the edge of the tub, she stretched out the best she could and opened her legs.
Tom must have noticed her submission, for he slowly ran his thumb down her slit. Once. Instead of delving deeper, he lifted one leg and dragged a bar of soap from her toes to her inner thigh. His tender ministrations held such caring she didn’t want him t
o stop. Ever. No man had every treated her so well. For them, though, she’d sacrifice her happiness.
After Chase rinsed her hair, along with the rest of her body, he pronounced her clean. Both men helped her out of the tub.
“Now for the towel drying.” Chase’s smile dimpled his cheeks.
They each took a corner and patted her body dry, blowing on her pussy to get rid of the water instead using their towel. God, how she was going to miss these men.
A soft rap sounded at the front door. She stiffened, but they grinned.
“Must be Sanicka, to make you even more beautiful, darlin’. I can’t wait to eat you when she’s done.”
Spikes of excitement pricked her, knowing she would please them.
The men disappeared, and voices sounded in the main room. Larissa quickly got dressed. A moment later, two women came in the bedroom. Sanicka brought along a manicurist. There was a God. The hospital had removed Larissa’s polish because of her broken wrist. The staff said something about wanting to see the color of her nail beds to make sure she had enough circulation. Whatever.
Now, she wouldn’t feel so naked with polish. She so appreciated how the men always thought of her needs before theirs.
The hair removal had a few painful moments. Once finished, Sanicka held up a hand mirror. “How do you like it?”
Larissa twisted the mirror right and left. “Yikes. I’m naked. I also look like a ten-year-old girl. Maybe that’s why the men wanted me to get rid of the hair.”
The technician smiled. “I think they might have also told you that your sensitivity will be increased. The first time I got mine done, I couldn’t believe the difference.”
Before Larissa could think about the effect, one of the men knocked on the bedroom door. Both entered, and her body clenched in delight. Chase carried three glasses, and Tom waved the bottle of wine.
Sanicka and the nail tech wished her luck, gathered their goods, and slipped out silently.
“We’re here to celebrate our survival, darlin’.”
She scooted back on the bed. Guilt swamped her. This attempt on her life never should have happened here. “I wished I’d found some place else to hide.”
Without warning, her emotions exploded, causing a tear to drip down her cheek. Damn. She didn’t want to look weak in front of them.
Both were at her side in a flash. Tom stroked her face, wiping the wetness away. “Hey, don’t even think that way. If you haven’t come here, we never would have found you.”
“But you wouldn’t have gotten hurt either.”
“That’s crazy talk. We’ll heal.” He ran a hand along her thigh. “The men would have found you no matter where you went. They might have succeeded in killing you if we hadn’t been there.”
True, but it didn’t make her feel any better.
“Let’s see if this will help calm you, darlin’.”
Chase poured the wine, and they all toasted. She was only allowed one glass because they said there might be some residual pain meds in her body, which could cause a reaction if she mixed in alcohol. She hadn’t even thought about that fact. Good thing they were looking out for health.
Tom set down her empty glass, and Chase pulled out four paintbrushes from his back pocket.
The gleam in his eye made her apprehensive. “What are those for?” He didn’t have any paint.
Chase grinned then tossed her an exaggerated frown. “I know you were disappointed we never got to enter the big contest, so Tom and I decided since you are still so delicate, we’re only going to touch you with the brushes, without the paint. That way, we won’t mistakenly cause you any pain by pressing down too hard.”
She glanced between the brothers, and her love bloomed. No two men could ever care for her more. They so wanted to please her.
“I’d like that.”
They beamed.
“First we’d like you naked. We’ve been dying to explore your hot little pussy.”
Her juices flowed thinking about what was to come. Both helped her take off her shirt. She hadn’t yet been able to put on a bra.
“I think bras should be banned from now on, honey.”
“Given the fact you probably won’t let me out of the room, I might agree.”
Next came her shorts. Again, she hadn’t put on any underwear.
“Sweet Jesus, darlin’. I’m about to come in my pants right now.” Chase cupped his cock through his pants, which was already straining to get out.
Tom licked his lips. “You are beautiful.”
She’d never had anyone refer to her lower anatomy as beautiful, but then again, her pussy had never been naked before.
Tom pulled her sleep mask from the side drawer. “I found this. Will you wear it for us?”
“Now?”
“We want your imagination to go wild when we touch you with big, soft brushes, and the small, pointed-tipped ones. Not seeing who does what to you might make the experience better. If you’re lucky, you might even get a kiss in between.”
“Darlin’, I know I’m dying to kiss that sweet snatch of yours.”
God, she’d give anything to be healed. She wanted to fuck them one last time before she left. Thrills of desire swamped her.
“I like the kissing part.”
The idea of them delicately painting invisible designs on her would bring her to a new height of awareness, so she let Chase help her with the mask. The lack of visual sensation made her more sensitive to the environment around her. The coolness of the air conditioner, the lingering aroma of the cream Sanicka put on her, and the earthy scent of her two men made her more aware of everything.
“I’m ready.” Actually more than ready. She was dying here. Hurry.
“Darlin’, I’d give anything to stick my aching cock into your sweet pussy, but I’m afraid I’ll hurt you, so please don’t ask me to. Where you’re concerned, I have no willpower.”
Chase ran a thumb across her bare mound, and she moaned.
“That hurt?”
Damn. Couldn’t a girl show a little joy? “No. Please don’t stop.”
He then dragged a callused palm across her belly. “I want you so much I can taste it.”
She loved when they acted as if she tempted them beyond belief. For the first time in a long time, she felt desirable.
She wanted to take off her mask and see the sincerity on their faces, but hearing the anguish in their voices would have to be enough.
If only she could blink her eyes or tap her heels together to make the last two days disappear. The shooting, the accident, the fear that Chase was lost forever to her. How she wished she could go back to the evening of the body painting contest and the wonderful lovemaking that followed. But life didn’t work that way.
The bed sagged on both sides of her. One of the men dragged a large brush over her right breast and moved it back and forth gently, soothingly. She thrilled at how the bristles separated as they cascaded over the tip. Pinpricks of delight radiated in every direction, and moisture gathered between her legs. She wanted to make love to them. In fact, she couldn’t think of anything else but at the same time understood none of them was ready for how it might hurt their bodies.
When had she become so focused on sex?
“You tell me if anything hurts, honey, okay?”
She bit her bottom lip. “Uh-huh.”
Chase, or who she believed was Chase, had the smoothest technique, moving the brush around in such a way to build the tension in her body. She slightly arched her back, wanting more contact with the bristles.
“I need better access, darlin’. Can you bend your knees for me and place your feet on the mattress?”
Dear God, she’d be more exposed. As soon as she did as Chase asked, he dragged a thumb over her moist opening. She prayed he’d drag it lower, over her quivering clit.
“You are too beautiful. When I eat you, you’re going to come so fast, your head will spin. But not tonight, darlin’. We have to be careful.”
> “I’m not injured down there.” He could lick her, suck on her needy little nub.
“Don’t tempt me.”
Why not? Out came a hard little brush with short, sturdy bristles. Chase circled her stomach, keeping the pressure light. Round and round, he moved the instrument of torture lower and lower. She willed him to touch her between her legs. As he brushed the top of her sex, Tom must have motioned they switch, for the intensity increased on her breasts, and the large, soft brush made its way over her clit.
Her breaths came out faster. “That’s too much to bear.”
“You like it, honey?”
They knew she did. “Can’t you touch me? Or lick me?” She didn’t care how she sounded. She needed to feel them.
“You don’t like the delicate strokes over your weeping snatch?”
The attention to her breasts stopped. Footsteps sounded toward the door.
“Where is Tom going?” She took off her mask.
“I think he wants to get something to help you with your neediness.”
Help her? Hopefully, he meant to help her find release. “I can think of a lot of ways. I could sit on him. Only his arm is hurt, not his cock.”
Chase laughed. “Such a mouth on the attorney. What have we turned you into?”
“Someone I don’t know.” Never would she have guessed she’d be this desperate after a few well-placed strokes.
Tom returned with a package in his hand. He grinned and held it up. “Voilà.”
“What is it?”
“I want you to put your mask back on and let the joy begin.”
Chapter Ten
Larissa lowered her lids. “I hope you don’t have more cream. You drove me crazy last time with that stuff.” She could still remember the ache, the need.
“Not cream.” He nodded. “Go ahead. Put on the mask.”
From his excited tone, she knew she’d enjoy whatever he was going to do for her. Chase helped her pull the shade over her eyes. With her head propped on the pillow and her feet on the mattress, she spread her legs wide, hoping whatever he did would release some of her pent-up sexual energy.
One of the men rubbed his palm over the tips of her breasts too slowly and with not enough pressure to satisfy. From the angle, she guessed it was Chase. While she liked the brushes, hands were so much more personal.
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