Brokenhearted Beauty [Divine Creek Ranch 19] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Heather Rainier

  The bathroom was exceptional. There was a separate glass-walled shower in the corner, done floor to ceiling with large dark red tiles. The tub was along a wall and it was enormous.

  James gave a little cough and said, “The big-ass tub was picked out by Patterson, too.”

  Leah saw the worry in his eyes and said, “It’s okay, guys. We’re here now. We can talk about him and say his name and it…it’s okay. I almost feel like he’s here with us.”

  And if I was, you’d be nekkid already, fluff.

  She let out a sigh and for once didn’t try to evade the vaguely painful ache in her chest. She let it be. Catching another glimpse of herself in the mirror over the vanity, she saw the half smile on her face. I guess there’s something to be said for facing your pain.

  Vincent and James stood there watching as she took in each facet of the room until she stopped in front of the tub faucet. She looked back at them and then pushed the stopper on the drain and turned on the water. “I think a soak would help me relax.”

  Both men nodded and James said, “I bought a bottle of wine. It’s the stuff I’ve seen you order when you’re with the girls. Would you like some?”

  He paid attention to the sangria she drank on the few occasions she’d joined Juliana and Teresa for a girls’ night with Grace and their friends.

  “I’d love some, with ice, please.”

  She scanned the glass jars and bottles that were lined up on the edge of the tub under the window. Lavender-scented bath salts, foaming bath soap, bath oil, and bodywash all from Madeleine’s Day Spa. She dumped a couple of scoops of the bath salts into steaming water and the herbal scent filled the air.

  “They went all out,” she murmured. Movement in the mirror drew her gaze and she realized Vincent had gone back into the bedroom and was lighting candles. They’d thought of everything.

  Moments later, the bedroom lights flicked off and they rejoined her. There was nothing left to do but undress. She took the cold wineglass James offered her and lifted a foot to remove her high-heeled pump.

  James stopped her. “Let us.”

  The room grew warmer by several degrees at his assertive tone. She nodded and waited.

  James kneeled in front of her and looked into her eyes as he slid the pump off. He lowered her foot and lifted the other one. The way his brows furrowed told her he’d seen the bandages on her knees.

  “You really did a number on your knees, didn’t you?” He removed her other shoe and then gently pulled the adhesive strips from her knees. “I’ll fix them up for you after the bath.”

  She glanced up at Vincent, wondering if he had something to say, but he simply watched her face. “We like taking care of the woman we care about, doll.”

  “So I see,” she murmured as James stood and then the two of them crowded around her. Moments later, her sensible skirt and blouse fell into a puddle around her bare feet. And she remembered that she’d worn granny gear that morning.

  Damn it!

  Her high-waisted panties and completely opaque unsexy bra didn’t seem to deter them or draw any reaction at all. The ghost of a smile etched itself on Vincent’s lips as he brushed his fingertips over the upper swell of her abundant breasts. James pressed kisses to her shoulder while skimming his palm across her rounded abdomen, hooking his fingers in the waistband of her panties to tug them down. Her breath left her in a rush and they both turned their hot green gazes to her. She couldn’t hear the sound of water running into the tub, her pulse was so loud.

  “You okay, fluff?” Vincent asked, while his eyes said he knew what was going through her mind. “You’re beautiful, did you know that?”

  She smiled but shook her head.

  “You are,” James whispered, conviction in his husky voice, as he slid his fingertips back across her abdomen, just barely above her mound, setting off a tremor that shook her whole body. “Lush, petite, and beautiful.”

  “Let’s get you in the tub,” Vincent said, deftly unclasping her bra but leaving it to her to remove. She slid the straps free from her shoulders, and as they both watched, she removed the discreet covering. A half smile curved Vincent’s lips as he flicked a quick, approving glance at her and then caressed the underside of one breast. He opened his hand and it nearly overflowed his cupped palm.

  James leaned down and kissed her other breast, just above the nipple, inhaling deeply as his fingers skimmed down past her hips. “Sweet as honey, and beautiful as I always imagined.” The proximity of his hand to her pussy set off more tremors and her juices pooled between her lips which felt swollen, hot, and needy.

  They helped her into the tub and she settled down, enjoying the sensation as the hot bathwater licked at her oversensitive breasts. Vincent pressed the button on the inside edge and the whirlpool jets came to life, creating foam on the surface of the water. She couldn’t look away as they undressed, despite the little voice that told her she shouldn’t gawk. The need to see them was greater.

  James pulled the knit shirt over his head, revealing his knotted, muscular upper body. He folded the shirt loosely and tossed it onto the bathroom counter. When he turned, he caught her gazing at him and a small smile curved his full lips as he undid the button and zipper on his jeans.

  Vincent removed his button-down shirt and walked over to the tub as he unfastened the fly on his jeans. He turned the water off and said, “Don’t want the tub overflowing.” The beginning of a giggle started in her throat and she smiled at him, realizing she’d been so busy watching them she might not have noticed if the water was running onto the floor.

  She drew in a deep, anticipatory breath as James removed his jeans and boxers. When he stood, his cock was fully erect. Long, thick, and ruddy. He closed his eyes as he stroked a hand over it and she was stunned by how viscerally her own body reacted to him doing that. His cheeks were a little flushed and he looked as on edge as she felt.

  He handed her the glass of wine she’d set down earlier. She took a sip and backed away as he sat on the edge and lowered himself into the tub. The water sloshed around her, teasing her nipples and pussy with the changing currents as he settled.

  Vincent turned his back as he put the shirt in the hamper and she noticed the full tribal tattoo that covered his back. The black ink was vibrant, rippling with his musculature as he slid his fingers into his jeans and underwear and removed them both, revealing his tight, muscular butt. A breath left her and she felt a flush spread over her body as he turned to her, revealing his thick cock, rising tall and proud from a nest of curling dark hair at his groin. They were both enormous.

  His bedroom eyes were glowing as he climbed in. Between the two of them, they consumed all the space in the tub, leaving her nowhere to go but to them.

  A soft chuckle drew her gaze to James and he said, “Honey, tell us what’s going through your head right now. Just be honest. You can tell us anything.”

  She tucked a wisp of her hair behind her ear and took another sip of the wine and said, “I wonder why it is I’m the one you want to be with. I mean look at how I’ve put you off over the years.”

  “And?” Vincent asked, picking up on her greater worry.

  “And I’m wondering how I’ll ever handle you both. My sex drive has always been low.”

  Vincent shrugged a broad shoulder and leaned toward her. She gasped when his hands found her under the water and lifted her onto his lap. Water sloshed over the edge of the tub and he chuckled. “I promise I won’t dunk you, fluff. I just want to hold you so James can rub your sore feet.”

  She tried to not wiggle as he settled her onto his firm thighs but she couldn’t ignore the iron-hard ridge pressing against her lower back.

  “What else?” Vincent encouraged, his voice a husky drawl so close to her ear that it raised a wave of gooseflesh on her neck and down her arms.

  “I’m worried I’ll disappoint you.” He brushed her hair back from her neck as James lifted one of her feet into his big hands and began to gently knead it. “Oh,”
she said, her cheeks filling with heat as the word came out sounding like a moan.

  “Too much pressure?” James asked as he pressed his thumbs into the ball of her foot.

  “No,” she moaned. “It’s perfect. Those shoes make my feet hurt.”

  “Then why wear them, honey?” he asked as he continued rubbing.

  “Mostly because I’m so short. They give me a lift. I was on my feet today more than I’d originally intended otherwise I wouldn’t have worn them. I hate it when Presley Ann whines about her feet hurting but I guess I’m no better.”

  She didn’t want to think about her flaky sister at the moment and paid attention to Vincent as he said, “They make your legs look even sexier but we wouldn’t want you to be hurting.” She appreciated very much that he didn’t compare her to her sister.

  “I’ll rub your feet anytime you want,” James said. It wasn’t lost on her that he was making a declaration about a future that was anything but certain.

  “You said that you wondered why you were the one we wanted to be with.”

  Leah nodded. “There are a lot of beautiful women in this town. In your jobs I imagine that you encounter plenty of them. Why would you want me when you could virtually have your pick? I mean, seriously, have you seen yourselves naked? You’re amazing.”

  Both men chuckled but it was James who got her attention as he slid his palm up her calf. She cringed inwardly, remembering it’d been a couple of days since she’d shaved her legs. Damn it! He smiled as he stroked her calf again and she realized that with his rough, callused hands he might not notice. The sangria was sweet and tart in her mouth as she took another sip and swallowed.

  “In our jobs we encounter a lot of women, yes, but if you understood what that was really like, day in and day out, you’d see why we’re attracted to you. Many of the people we come across are on the wrong side of the law and they will say anything, do anything, to get out of trouble. They lose control, they often show a disregard for others and…we don’t want that in our private lives.”

  Vincent said, “You don’t need to compete with anyone else for our attention, fluff. The constant drama down at the station is a real turnoff. We know way more about some of the upstanding citizens of Divine than we ever wanted to. You’re a breath of fresh air…something we’ve wanted for a long time.”

  “Are you saying there’s been no one else? In all that time? The last three years? Wait, I’m not sure I actually want an honest answer to that question. I didn’t ever expect that you were saints that whole time.”

  Vincent leaned back in the tub and resettled her with a soft groan. “Until we finally talked, a few months after meeting you, we dated other women here and there. Once we realized that we aspired to a ménage lifestyle, anything else seemed temporary and we worried that ultimately it would hurt you and our chances with you. We were careful about protection and we’ve all had checkups since then. The last few years have flown by.”

  “Seriously?” she asked, disbelieving that they didn’t have women asking for their attention on a daily basis.

  “Is it that hard to believe?” Vincent asked. “Put the shoe on the other foot, fluff. Have you had any serious relationships since we met?”

  No, I’ve been too busy lusting for you. “Well, no…but…”

  “But what? We don’t find it hard to believe that you haven’t been with anyone. We know you have high standards. We aspired to the same standards. Why the doubting look?”

  “Because,” she finally blurted. “The two of you are like…like…freaking sex gods or something. And in your uniforms? I always imagined you had women throwing themselves at you.”

  James said, “Unless she’s you, we don’t want any woman throwing herself at us. We get offers, honey, but we only want you. Now, back to what you said about not being able to handle us…”

  “Did your past lovers tell you that your sex drive is low?” Vincent asked, making her cheeks go red hot.

  “Well…” She really didn’t want to go into the opinions her former lovers had of her sex drive. She’d never had an encounter that left her giddy or tingly, like she heard about from her friends. The first guy she’d been intimate with had hinted that her lack of responsiveness had been her fault. She’d wondered if he’d thought too highly of himself, but when she’d risked spending time with a different guy, he’d complained of the same thing. In the end, it was just easier to focus on her school work and put relationships on the back burner.

  “Has a doctor told you that?”

  “No. It’s my own belief.”

  “Based on what facts?” Vincent asked, seeming to enjoy pushing her a little.

  “Based on…oh my gosh, I can’t believe I’m talking about this with the two of you. You want the truth?”

  Vincent grinned. “Wouldn’t ask if I didn’t, fluff.” He was definitely enjoying himself.

  “Fine. It takes an awful lot to…get me going, and I conk out the moment I come…if I come. I just don’t have much of an appetite, which is why I assume I have a low sex drive.”

  James exchanged a look with Vincent and then they both grinned and her face got even hotter. Vincent gave her a gentle squeeze and said, “And I’ll bet you’re squeezably soft to cuddle with when you conk out like that. Why not let us test that theory with you? We’ll take our time and won’t push you past the point of endurance tonight. When we fall asleep tonight, you’ll finally know the truth about this low sex drive you keep professing.”

  Gawd! Figures they’d take it as a challenge! “Fine.”

  James lifted her other foot which shifted her position in Vincent’s lap a little and a soft growl emitted from Vincent’s throat.

  “You don’t seem worried about it,” she said, pushing a little bit because she really was worried about it. She’d be so embarrassed if she actually fell asleep when they still wanted to play.

  “We’re not,” James said as he kneaded her foot and slowly worked his way up her calf. “We already told you we won’t push you past the point you’re comfortable. You’re making me harder just talking about it.”

  “I like the challenge,” Vincent said, confidence in his voice as he looked down at her and stroked her cheek. “So that leaves just this worry you have that you’ll disappoint us.” At her silent nod he continued. “You’re here with us, giving us a chance. I’m not the least bit disappointed. I am, however, looking forward to lifting you from this tub, taking you to the bed, and fucking you until we’re both in a coma.”

  She processed his words, and the fact that his vulgarity didn’t offend her. When he used the word “fuck,” it was sexy, as softly spoken as if he’d chosen a more romantic, intimate word. In fact, she wanted him very much to fuck her into a coma. She looked down and realized she was playing with the dark hairs scattered across his chest. His nipples were hard nubs beneath her fingertips and she bit her lower lip as she stroked a wet fingertip on the sensitive flesh and watched it react. She looked up at him and smiled when he did. She took another sip of sangria and realized the glass was nearly empty.

  Vincent cupped water in his hand and let it trickle over her own tightened peak and she mewed at the erotic sensation that zinged from her nipple to her pussy. The heat between her legs grew into a torment, but she didn’t know what to do, what move to make. As if understanding, they took control.

  James rose to his knees and placed both of her feet at the outside of his hips, spreading her enough that her pussy lips parted and the water caressed her swollen clit. Vincent leaned her against him and pressed his forehead to her temple and caressed her breasts. Licking his lips, James leaned forward and kissed her. His natural masculine scent, mixed with the lavender fragrance combined to create an intoxicating blend. His lips were warm and soft as they caressed hers in a gentle entreaty. She opened for him and he stroked her tongue with his as he took the kiss deeper, caressing her jaw with one hand while sliding his other hand along the outside of her thigh under the water.

  A
shudder rippled through her as Vincent slid a hand up her inner thigh, slowing torturously as he neared the spot that ached so fiercely she couldn’t help but moan. “I need…”

  Against her lips, James whispered, “I know. Us, too.” He took her now-empty wineglass from her and set it in the corner. Then he sat up and squeezed a bath sponge under the water and poured a dollop of the bodywash onto it and squeezed until the lavender-scented lather billowed around his hands.

  “Stand for us, doll,” Vincent whispered, as he assisted her in that endeavor. “Let us bathe you. Let us see you.”

  She took to her feet, rather shakily, and watched as their eyes skimmed over her damp skin, seeing her everywhere.

  “Like silk,” James whispered as he rubbed the sponge all over her torso in gentle but efficient strokes.

  “Perfect,” Vincent murmured, as he took the other sponge, lathered it, and slid it up the front of her thigh while bracing the back of her leg with his other hand. Each swipe with the sponge corresponded to a touch that went higher and higher until finally the sponge delved between her legs and his other hand cupped one of her ass cheeks and his fingertips skimmed the sensitive flesh between.

  Hot slippery moisture pooled from her pussy and his touch sparked awareness in her ass as well, which she’d never experienced before. The overall effect increased the aching hunger for them growing inside her. A moan escaped her and the sound was decidedly erotic. He kept at the job, stroking, scrubbing, and washing her until she was in such a heightened state she worried that one more touch would make her explode and she would be good for nothing else the rest of the evening. That would be disappointing for them.

  They stood on either side of her and while she watched, they made quick work of bathing themselves, denying her when she offered to help.

  James kissed her cheek and said, “No, honey. I’m afraid I’ll go off like a rocket if you do.”

  Leah looked up at Vincent and he shook his head, but instead of offering an excuse, he leaned down and kissed her. She’d expected him to be the more forceful of the two but his touch was gentle. He placed his hand at her throat and stroked her jaw with his thumb, getting suds on her while he kissed her and nibbled at her lips until she giggled. When he pulled away, she saw the satisfaction in his eyes. Was he purposely trying to keep the moment light? It was working.