by Tawny Taylor
She felt the icy-cold liquid travel down to her stomach.
Logan swept a lock of hair back from her face. “Now I think you should rest. We have more planned for you. Much more.”
She swallowed a big gulp of water as a rush of heat blazed her face. She pulled the bottle from her mouth. “About your plans—”
Logan placed a finger to her lips. “Not now. We’ll talk later.”
She nodded. Maybe it would be better to talk later. Right now she was thinking about taking a bath. Soaking in a hot tub sounded heavenly.
After the guys asked her one more time whether she needed anything, they left her alone. She wrapped herself in a sheet and padded into the bathroom. In the cabinet, she found some lavender bath salts. Soon the room was filled with fragrant steam. She sank into the water, closed her eyes and just relaxed.
Okay, this part she could appreciate. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d just luxuriated in a tub. She was always busy, busy, busy, on the go, the next thing on her to-do list on her mind. Even during her vacation.
Not today.
Maybe she did need this.
Her mind wandered as she lay in the hot water. She didn’t get out until she was shriveled and pruny and bored. She toweled off and headed out to the room for some clothes.
Her suitcases were gone.
Her clothes were gone.
What did those two expect? For her to walk around naked?
With the huge bath sheet tied toga-style, she rushed the door, hoping they’d left it unlocked, but not expecting it.
It was.
Hot damn! This was her chance.
She dashed out into the hallway, barefooted it down to the end then glanced right and left, unsure whether she should make a run for it in the towel or go give those two jerks a piece of her mind for taking her clothes and then convince them to give them back.
It was raining outside.
She was wearing a towel.
The house was tucked into a deep lot, at least a half mile from a neighbor’s home. By the time she found help, she’d be cold, wet and miserable. Not to mention embarrassed.
She went with option B.
It was easy to locate the pair. Their low, resonant voices carried through the house. She found them lounging in a cozy den, munching on snacks and watching football.
She glared.
They returned her ugly face with a pair of raised eyebrows.
“How was your bath?” Brad asked.
“Just lovely. Very relaxing.” She tightened the towel’s twist, tucking it down against her breast so her toga wouldn’t slide off.
“Good.” Logan gave her an up-and-down look. “Is there something wrong?”
“You know what’s wrong.”
The evil pair had the nerve to grin at her.
“Give. Me. My. Clothes.”
“We thought you’d like this better.” Logan kicked an ankle up on his opposite knee and flung an arm over the back of the black leather couch. “We keep your clothes to keep you from running away, and you get free run of the house.”
“You thought wrong. I’m cold.”
Their grins turned wicked.
“I’d be glad to warm you up.” Brad patted the couch next to him. Her pussy clenched. Her nerves tingled. Her teeth grated.
Sure, he could warm her up, but that wasn’t the point. How would they like it if things were reversed? And she’d stolen all their clothes?
Oh heck, they’d probably love it.
She spun around and headed back to the bedroom. That pair of horny Neanderthals might think they’d outsmarted her, but they were wrong! She fashioned a longer version of a toga out of the bed sheet and plopped on the bed, arms crossed over her chest. She sat there, staring at the wall for a while.
It wasn’t raining anymore. It was pouring. Lucky her. She had to be held hostage during a monsoon. She would wait, at least until the rain eased a bit.
An hour later, the wind had picked up and the rain was lashing angrily at the windows.
And she was bored.
Distant laughter drifted into the room.
She wanted to hate those two jerks right now. She really, really did. Not just for taking her clothes. Or for holding her hostage. But for everything. Especially making her practically beg for an orgasm.
Her face flamed again.
Oh God, what had she done?
They laughed again. And something propelled her off the bed and out of the room. Down the hall, around the corner.
Brad beamed. “Welcome back, baby.”
Logan stood. “Can we get you something to eat? Drink?”
“I’ll take something cold. With alcohol, if you have it.” Drinking was probably a very stupid thing to do right now, with her feelings so conflicted over what happened earlier, and what might happen later. But those tall brown bottles, droplets of water glistening in the light, looked darn tempting.
“I have Labatt Blue.”
“That’ll work.” Jamie gathered the sheet around herself and settled on the loveseat. She daintily crossed one knee over the other as Logan handed her a full bottle. She tipped it back, relaxed her throat and, listening to the guys argue about the last play, let a quarter of the bottle wash down, down, down. She realized, as she came up for air, Brad was watching her.
“What can I say? I had a lot of guy friends in college. And they all thought it was fun trying to get the lightweight girl drunk.” With great satisfaction, she polished off the beer, smacked her lips and set the empty bottle on the table.
An hour later, there were three more bottles sitting in a huddle around that first bottle and she was finally feeling a little better. In fact, she was feeling downright nifty. Twisting, she found Logan had gone into the kitchen. “How ’bout one more?”
“I think you need something to eat.”
“I’m not hungry.” She pushed to her feet. The floor was feeling a little tippy-dippy. Hmmm. She felt just fine when she was sitting down. She plunked back down on her butt, unwilling to admit to Brad and Logan they were right.
Logan set a bowl of chips on the table while Brad gathered her empties and carted them away.
“Such service,” Jamie said. “I could get used to this.”
“You deserve to be spoiled a little.” Logan opted to sit next to her, instead of way over on the other side of the table, on the big couch. He was big. The loveseat wasn’t particularly large. They were cozy. And she was okay with that. Better than okay.
She plopped a hand on his knee and squeezed it. “I was mad at you and Brad earlier—”
“We kind of figured that.”
“But I’m over it now.”
“Good.” Brad joined them, smooshing his bulky bod between the loveseat’s arm and the other side of her body. She was the meat in a hunky manwich. Life was good. “This week would’ve been a real downer if you’d stayed mad.”
“Yeah. I wasn’t just angry about this whole hostage thing. Or even mad about you taking my clothes.” Jamie glanced at Brad and then at Logan. They really were gorgeous. They looked enough alike to be brothers. Both had longish hair. Logan’s waves fell to his shoulders. Brad’s was cut in a shaggy skaterboy style. Brad’s eyes were a dark gray. Logan’s a rich chocolate brown. And their bodies were works of art. Absolutely exquisite. She hated her mother for loading her up with so much guilt. Why couldn’t she just be grateful for this opportunity and let go? Why?
“Why were you so angry then?” Logan asked, leaning in.
“Because…I was more upset with myself, I guess. For liking what had happened earlier so much. And for feeling so crappy about it at the same time.”
“Why did you feel crappy?” This time it was Brad speaking.
Jamie directed her answer to him. “Because I’ve always believed only girls with low self-esteem behave like that. I mean, girls who feel crappy about themselves run around having sex with any man—or men—that’ll have them. Not girls like me, girls who respect their bodies
and their future husbands.”
Logan nodded. “My mother’s a born-again Christian. I’ve heard that since I was this high.” He indicated about two feet off the floor with his hand. “But you know what? I know women—you’re a woman, not a girl—who do respect their bodies. Who have high self-esteem. And they have sex when and with whom they like. You need to ask yourself one question to know if you’re doing this for the right or wrong reason.”
“What’s that?” she asked.
“Why are you having sex? Is it because you think it’ll make a man love you? Because you aren’t sure if you’re loveable if you don’t give him sex?”
Jamie nodded. “That’s a good question.”
Brad pressed his hand over hers, weaving his fingers between hers. “Or are you exploring your sexuality? Are you giving yourself permission to experience your sexuality? Without guilt? Without regret?”
“Hmmm.” She stared down at their joined hands.
Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the way they’d explained it. But damn if that didn’t make a lot of sense.
She couldn’t expect to have sex with these men over the next few days and then they’d fall on their knees and beg her to marry them. Heck, she didn’t even know if she’d want that. Beyond these walls and the walls of the gym, she didn’t know Brad and Logan.
So she had no notion of trapping them with sex.
But she sure did want to have sex with them. Already they’d proven to be attentive lovers. Giving lovers.
There was no reason for guilt. She had every right to explore her own sexuality. To learn what she liked, what she didn’t. In a mature and responsible way.
“I’m exploring my sexuality,” she said with a nod. She slid her free hand up Logan’s thigh.
Logan clapped his hand over hers, stopping its progress up his leg. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” Logan stood, pulled her to her feet.
The three of them went to her room. Her heart thumped heavily against her breastbone as Brad and Logan helped her into bed. Logan bent down to kiss her. But when she puckered up, he brushed a soft kiss on her forehead.
“Hey, what’s up with that?” she asked, climbing to her knees. They were heading for the door? “Where are you going?”
“Sweet dreams, Jamie,” Brad said, throwing her a wave.
“Sweet dreams? I just said I want to have sex with you two, and you dump me?”
“We’re not dumping you.” Logan swiveled around, giving her one of those wicked looks that made her feel all warm and soft inside. “But we need you sober for what we have planned next.”
“Mmmmm.” She slid down, settling her head on the cushy pillow. “Okay. I suppose I can understand that.”
She didn’t slip into sleep. She tumbled.
Chapter Five
Jamie woke up nude. With two men in her bed. With two naked men in her bed.
And a bit of a hangover.
Hmm.
This was a bit of a surprise. Not so much the hangover part. But the naked-men part.
She hadn’t been so drunk she’d blacked out, had sex and forgotten…had she? She exercised her sluggish gray matter…
She remembered their conversation about sex.
She remembered saying she wanted to have sex with the guys, to explore her sexuality.
And she recalled coming back to her room. Getting into bed.
Maybe…
Wait… Hadn’t they left?
That was right. There’d been no sex.
Brad’s arm flopped over her belly. It was heavy. His bod was warm. So was Logan’s. This felt pretty darn good, lying snuggled between them. She turned onto her side, pushing her butt out a little, so it was smooshed up against Brad’s hunky bulk.
Logan rolled onto his side, facing her. His knee wedged between her legs. Now this was cozy. She stared at his face. He had the longest eyelashes she’d ever seen. They curled just perfectly too. His eyebrows were neatly trimmed slashes of dark brown. His cheekbones hard angles, his jaw square, strong. And those lips. Wow. Just…wow.
His eyelids fluttered. The mouth she’d been staring at curved up into a seductive semismile. “Good morning,” he rumbled.
“Hi.” Her voice was breathy. “Is it morning already? What happened to the rest of yesterday?”
“You passed out.” Brad’s arm looped tighter around her waist. He pulled until her back and butt were crushed against him. His erect cock poked at her buttocks. Her butt cheeks tightened. A little tremor of sensual need quaked through her body. “Good morning,” Brad said. His tongue tickled her ear before dipping into the channel. The entire right side of her body tingled. Goose bumps erupted over her arm and back. “How are you feeling?”
Warm and toasty. Particularly between the legs. “Not bad,” she said, smiling, her gaze meeting Logan’s. “Not bad at all.” She stiffened as her bladder woke up. “But I need to brush my teeth. And go to the bathroom.”
Brad released her. And Logan scooted away to give her room to sit up.
By the time she was in a semi-sitting position, she realized she didn’t want to leave their cozy nest. The room was cold.
Her bladder told her it didn’t care.
Shivering, she hugged herself and dashed into the bathroom. As she shut the door, she saw the guys get up too.
“Coffee?” Brad yelled through the door.
“Please!” She took care of the essentials first then opted for a quick superhot shower to warm up. Clean, warm and minty fresh, she padded back to her bedroom wearing a towel toga.
Two naked men sporting hard-ons that made her salivate and carrying trays heaped with breakfast goodies greeted her with wide grins.
“Breakfast in bed?” she asked, scurrying under the covers. While they brought the trays to her, she repeated, “I could really get used to this.”
“You deserve it.” Logan sat on her left, Brad her right. Logan poured her a cup of coffee while Brad motioned to the smorgasbord on his tray.
“Hungry?” Brad asked.
Jamie’s gaze locked on his nipple. It was one scrumptious-looking nipple. Poking out there on that yummy chest. “Very.” She accepted the coffee from Logan with a smile. Sipped. Delicious. “So what’s on the agenda today? I’m sober now.” Her face warmed. As she registered Logan’s devil-made-me-do-it grin, the rest of her body warmed too.
“You showered,” he said.
“Yes, I did. I’m clean and baby smooth.”
His gaze dipped lower, to parts that were covered by the blankets and towel. “Everywhere?”
The heat pulsing through her body notched up a few dozen degrees. “Yes.” She reached for a strawberry. Brad beat her to it. He placed the berry at her lips and watched as she nibbled, his gaze fixated on her mouth. His hand cupped the back of her head and he pulled her toward him, leaning in for a kiss. He tasted delicious. Minty and fruity and manly. His lips teased her, tormented her. His tongue slipped into her mouth, stroking hers. A tingle of excitement whipped through her body. What a way to start the morning.
This was crazy.
This was…wonderful.
She was going to go for it. No guilt. No regret. She was a mature woman, ready to explore her sexuality, to learn what she really liked and didn’t like.
She looped an arm around Brad’s neck, and moving carefully to not upset the trays, scooted toward him. She wanted to get closer, to feel his heat warming her skin. Fully immersed in the pleasure of his kiss, she was only slightly aware of the towel falling away from her body. Something moved behind her. The trays were taken away. A few seconds later, Logan’s hard body glided against her backside. His hands skimmed down her sides, over her hips then around the front to cover her freshly shaven mound.
“Mmmm, silky smooth,” Logan whispered in her ear. “I’m hungry.” His palms chafed her stomach as they rasped up to her breasts. Lifting up onto her knees, butt off the bed, her legs straddling Logan’s, she sucked in a gulp of air
. “Bend over for me, baby.”
Brad broke the kiss, moving to the side to allow her to bend over at the waist. He fluffed a pile of pillows on Logan’s extended legs and helped her settle on them, combing her damp hair with his fingers as Logan parted her ass cheeks.
She was burning up. Seriously. Melting into a puddle of goo.
Brad alternately massaged her shoulders and neck and scattered little kisses and nibbles over them while Logan finger-fucked her and flicked his tongue across the small of her back. “Tell us what you want,” Brad rumbled, his voice low, like the purr of a large cat. “What feels good.”
“This feels good.”
“Have you ever been fucked here?” One of Logan’s fingers poked at her anus.
Relaxing the ring of muscles, she shuddered. “No. But I’ve played with toys. Vibrator.” She heard the recognizable sound of lube being squirted from a tube.
“Good. Brad’s going to eat you while I fuck your ass with my fingers.”
Oh God! Her legs shook. I’m a mature woman. Exploring, learning about myself. There’s no reason to feel guilty. “O-okay.” She let the guys reposition her. Logan rose up onto his knees, moving his legs out of the way. Brad’s thick body took the place of the pillows. She straddled his head, resting her body on his trunk. His cock was hard, his balls tight and smooth shaven. A silver ring sat at the base, glimmering. He hadn’t been wearing it earlier. Evidently, he’d put it on while she’d been getting cleaned up.
She’d never seen a cock ring up close before. It was ubersexy.
Brad parted her labia and found her clit with his tongue and she practically came with the first swipe. She clamped one hand around his cock, squeezed her eyes closed and concentrated, trying to hold back. She didn’t want to come too soon, didn’t want the pleasure to end so quickly.
But then Logan slid one finger in her ass, two, and she cried out, unable to stop herself from coming. Her ass convulsed around his fingers. Her pussy spasmed. Waves of heat crashed through her body. It was exquisite.
“Ohmygod,” she whispered against Brad’s stomach. He’d stopped licking her clit. She was grateful he had. It was hypersensitive after that orgasm. Logan’s fingers, however, were still buried deep inside her ass. Cream from her pussy dampened her inner thighs.