For the rest of the trip home, Gabe stepped up on his soapbox and talked about military tactics in regards to paintball. It was a topic he was very knowledgeable about. Too soon they arrived home.
Now the fun would begin.
* * * *
Ceci knew what the men were doing, but it wasn’t going to work. Sure, she hated when her hands became sticky, and as much as it drove her friends a little crazy when she had to have things in her house just so, it didn’t mean she couldn’t stand to have paint smeared on her body—it just couldn’t remain there for long.
Even if the men locked her in a messy room and dared her not to touch anything, she’d never be able leave the items alone. No matter what they did, she’d always have the urge to alphabetize the books on her shelves as well as the spices in the kitchen cabinet. That wasn’t so strange. It was practical.
Gabe pulled into the garage. “Why don’t you and Dylan go in and I’ll clean up the gear.”
“Why not leave it dirty?” She couldn’t help but challenge them. Gabe seemed to have a bit of obsessive streak in him, too.
“If I don’t maintain them now, the guns will jam the next time. We don’t have five hundred dollars to throw away on another gun.”
Those pieces of plastic cost five hundred dollars? Yeesh. “Maybe you should import them from China and sell them here cheaper.”
Gabe laughed. “I like the way you think.”
“Come on, Wall Street.” Dylan took her hand and led her to the house.
In the entranceway, they took off their paint-caked boots, and she slipped off her outer shirt. She expected him to lead her to the bathroom. Instead, he picked up her footwear.
“Let me show you how to care for these so the paint doesn’t soak in.”
“What about yours?” His were covered in paint.
“They exist only for paintballing. It saves clean up time.”
Maybe she should own a pair that she didn’t care about getting messy. Nah. Having them sit in her closet next to her clean boots would bother her. Hell, maybe she was mentally ill.
He brought her into the kitchen, wet a towel, and handed it to her. “Swipe this over the boot to get the paint off.”
He did one boot, she the other. John was the type to fawn over her, yet he’d never cleaned one of her boots. From a drawer, Dylan pulled out brown polish. Using the edge of the cloth he swiped a bit and went to work bringing the boot back to life. She followed suit. Neither said anything as they worked in companionable silence.
Just as they finished, a noise sounded at the far end of the house. “Is that Gabe?”
Dylan looked up from his chore. “He’s probably putting his clothes in the washer and came in the back way.”
“Oh.”
A second later, a naked Gabe pranced in. “Anyone up for a shower?”
Her mouth opened and heat raced up her face. While his cock wasn’t erect, it was on the way.
Dylan must have recognized her shock, for he extracted the now clean boot from her hand and placed it on the floor. With a palm to her back, he led her into Gabe’s room.
Suddenly, she was self-conscious. They acted like she belonged to them, and as much as she liked their casual and calm demeanor, she wasn’t sure she was ready for a full-blown relationship. Eventually, her bizarre habits would grate on them, and knowing the way they were, they’d want to know more about John Bean and why she felt so guilty about his death. She knew she couldn’t have really stopped him from killing himself, but she couldn’t let him rule her life either.
She thought about asking them to take her home, but they all did need to shower—not to mention Gabe was naked. Dylan had moved behind her, his fingers on her jeans, and Gabe was deftly unbuttoning her shirt. As soon as his hands brushed her breasts, the reason for leaving deserted her.
Maybe she’d make love with them one more time before deciding if they should be together. Sooner or later it would have to end.
“Someone’s a little dirty.” Gabe leaned in and took a big whiff.
She laughed. “I think you’re smelling yourself, mister.”
Gabe lifted his arm and made an exaggerated inhale. “Mmm. Maybe you’re right.”
His antics had distracted her enough that Dylan’s request for her to step out of her jeans only now registered. Once she was down to her bra and panties, Gabe whistled.
“I can’t believe you wore something so fancy to paintball.”
She rolled her eyes. “If you recall, you didn’t tell me where we were going.” Besides, she’d hope that after the event, they’d be right where they were now.
“True. As much as I like the outfit, we gotta get you naked—it being a shower and all.”
When Gabe flirted, his Western drawl became more pronounced. Dylan unhooked her bra and Gabe divested her of her panties. Her clothes sat on the floor in a heap, but she resisted the urge to pick them up and fold them.
“Shouldn’t we put my clothes in the washer?”
Dylan ran his hands down her shoulders. “We’ll take care of everything. Pretend like you have no control, and that we’ll make sure everything is in order and safe.”
The words order and safe sounded wonderful. She’d not even been herself at the paintball place, but she chalked it up to the adrenaline. Now she understood why John loved to ride his motorcycle and wanted to jump out of a plane. It made him forget.
Dylan turned her around. Oh, my. When had he undressed? His cock was upright, clearly looking for action.
“Let me look at you, sugar.” He grinned. “Yup. You’re just as delicious as in my nightly dreams.”
He was jesting, but he cared and that softened her heart once more. In one sweeping gesture, she was in Dylan’s arms. “Oh!”
“Open the door, Gabe, and let us pass.” His bravado made her laugh. Their sense of humor appealed to her. How had she managed to find all the boring finance types for the last few years? No wonder none of them had lasted.
Dylan set her down and Gabe turned on the shower—not the one head she’d used, but four of them. Boy, they were going to get clean.
Since they’d promised to take away all of her cares, she decided to relax. Somehow when she was with them, her issues didn’t seem as pressing.
Gabe stepped in and held out her hand. “Let us wash you.”
“I’m capable of getting clean.” God only knew she’d been washing more than she should have. Gabe grinned and drew her under the water, but he only let the warm flow run down her back. “That does feel good.”
“Neither of us are doubting your abilities. Rather we want you to blank your mind. You won’t have to think if you’ve washed your right arm or your left.”
They were being ridiculous. “You just want to touch me.”
Dylan stepped in. “Is that so bad, sugar?”
No. It was what she wanted, too. “Only if I can touch you.”
Both men moved in front of her with a very serious demeanor. She let her anger bubble up as getting mad was a better choice than panicking.
Gabe stroked his chin. She knew that move. He was teasing her. “I think our little sub needs some discipline.”
Their little sub? Yes, she wanted to please them, but she was strong-willed and competent. “You think I’m the type to do what you say?”
Dylan must have seen the spark of defiance and pressed on her nipple. “Only in the bedroom, and not about any big decisions. Gabe and I are a wee bit more experienced than you, so how about letting us take you out of your comfort zone? We promise to listen to you and watch your body language closely. We’ll stop if we think you might freak out.”
She wasn’t too pleased with his description of her behavior, but she could take what they doled out. It sucked if everyone thought of her as a basket case. Admittedly, one minute she’d be fine and the next she’d have to have everything just so, but she was working on smoothing out her reactions. She was here, wasn’t she? Two months ago that never would have happened.
/> “Fine.”
Gabe took hold of her shoulders. “Wahoo. Now bend on over and take your punishment. It’s to teach you to do as we say.”
He pressed a hand on her back and she couldn’t believe she was willingly allowing someone to spank her. The last man to touch her ass like that had been her dad, and it had been anything but pleasant.
Dylan leaned over, too. “I think you’ll like it after a while.”
So said her sister, but she wasn’t convinced. The warm spray continued to beat down on the back. The first slap hit her right rear, but it didn’t sting.
“That okay, baby? I don’t want to hurt you, just letting you know who’s boss.”
Gabe’s twang had increased again. She wanted to show them that she was no wimp. “Go for it, cowboy.”
“Hear that, Dylan. She’s asking for it. I was only going to give you three swats. Now I gotta make it five.”
Five? She would not break. “One down, four to go.”
Dylan leaned over again. “I wouldn’t incite him if I were you. That’s like waving a red cape in front of a bull.”
“Gabe is more of a teddy bear than a bull.”
The next slap was a true wallop and brought tears to her eyes. She placed both hands on her rear, but she didn’t attempt to stand. She wanted a respite, not a reprieve.
“Wait for it, sugar.”
His comment threw her off guard. What did that mean? As she opened her mouth to question him, her pussy clenched. How, or more importantly, why had that happened?
Gabe slowly lowered her hands. “You still need three more.”
He was letting her tell him to go to hell. Tempted as she was, their attention meant the world to her. Deep inside she believed they’d never really hurt her. If they thought this was for her own good, she’d try. Nothing else seemed to help.
“I’m waiting.”
Dylan cupped her chin. “You are amazing.”
His acceptance had her nipples tingling—though it could be the warm water trickling over them.
Gabe spanked her other cheek twice, rubbed her entire ass then gave her the last of her punishment. She thought her stomach would be twirling and twisting in a knot, but it was filled with excitement instead.
Gabe lifted her shoulder with one hand and slid a finger into her pussy with the other. He withdrew it and held it up. Her slick cum coated his skin. How embarrassing was that? She grabbed his wrist and moved to the side to let the water rinse it off.
He extracted his hand from her grasp. “I can’t believe you did that.”
She faced him and planted her hands on her hips. The spray doused the back of her head. “Did what?”
He shook his head and slanted a gaze at Dylan. “I think we may have to toss this fish back.”
Now her gut rolled. “What?” Her voice cracked. “Not only am I not a fish, I didn’t do anything bad.” They weren’t being fair. A fish indeed. Comparing her to a deer might be worse though.
Dylan, who’d been standing under the shower on the other end moved toward her and gathered her in his arms. He kissed her gently. “Don’t listen to that meany. I’ll keep you.”
He whole body relaxed. They were playing good cop, bad cop. She lifted her chin. “Maybe I don’t want to stay.” She could toss crap back at them. Watching them squirm would be fun.
Dylan kissed her again, his lips soft. “Then I guess we’ll need to convince you.”
So much for them squirming. “That sounds good.” She sucked at hiding her emotions.
“Let me wash your hair, baby.”
Did someone with military short hair know how? Let him try.
“Fine.”
Dylan moved in front of her as he handed the shampoo to Gabe. “Close your eyes, sugar. We don’t want the soap to sting.”
At least he didn’t suggest a blindfold. She wasn’t ready for that. This voice in her head told her she might like it, but she squashed it.
Gabe pulled the showerhead from the hook. “Bend over.”
“Are you going to spank me again?”
“Have you been disobedient?”
She chuckled. “No.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about.”
She did as he asked. He ran the water over her head while Dylan massaged her scalp. She swallowed a moan. His fingers felt divine. She planted her hands on her knees to keep from tipping over. The nice thing about this pose was that as Dylan moved closer, his cock bumped into her face a few times. She debated capturing his dick in her mouth, or touching him, but she decided to let the men decide on the pace. She bet she’d have her chance to lick them clean soon enough.
She judged that Gabe had poured on the shampoo while Dylan had soaped her up. His fingers seemed experienced and as they danced over her scalp, she let the tension flow from her body.
“I’m going to rinse you now. Keep those eyes closed, baby.”
She bet they were mouthing words to each other, trying to decide what erotic adventure to do next with her. As soon as the water turned clear, Dylan straightened her.
“Open your eyes.”
She did as he asked. It was kind of fun to obey. Gabe was behind her, and as he gently clasped both wrists and pulled them behind her, her breasts lifted up. If she tugged, she bet she could get loose, so she didn’t get upset.
“Gabe is going to keep your hands out of the way, so I can reach all of your delicious body parts.”
That was such a line of crock, but she didn’t mind. “So, will I get to reciprocate?” She tilted up her chin.
“We’ll see.” As soon as he winked, she knew there was no chance in hell they’d let her touch them. Damn.
Perhaps she needed to have a talk with them about equality. But you want them to take away all your worries. She hated being so conflicted.
Dylan dumped soap on his palms and gently rubbed her breasts. This time she let out a moan.
“You like it when I rub your tits?”
It was a rhetorical question, but she nodded anyway.
He soaped her up well then must have passed the bottle to Gabe because his palms slathered soap on her ass. He removed the showerhead from the hook then pressed on her back.
“I need to see what I’m doing, baby. Bend over and spread your legs.”
Seriously? Was he going to get that personal? She wouldn’t have a problem if he did this in bed, so why not the shower? With Dylan’s hands still on her tits, she leaned over and planted her hands on his thighs. Now his cock was within striking distance.
“Don’t even think about it, sugar.”
How did he know what she was thinking? Damn men. They were taking away all the fun. Though if she did steal a lick, what could be the worse thing they’d do? Spank her?
Go for it. She lifted one hand, grabbed Dylan’s erect cock, and captured him in her mouth. She immediately pulled away and spit out the soap. “Ew.”
Both men laughed. “That’s what you get for disobeying.”
Even though Gabe wanted her bent over, she turned around and let the hot shower water fill her mouth. She swirled it around then spit it out.
Gabe wrapped an arm around her waist. “Now will you do what we say?”
“Dylan soaped up his cock on purpose,” she said.
“You have no proof,” Dylan shot back. He then looked at her. “Let Gabe wash your ass and I’ll make sure your pussy is sparkling clean.”
At least they were being open about what they wanted. “Have at me.” She returned to her bent over position, not wanting to see the smirks of victory on their faces. Sub, indeed. She’d be willing to be what they wanted in bed, but that was it.
Once more her brain cleared of all thoughts as soon as Dylan cupped both breasts with one hand and slipped a finger in her pussy. He had the nerve to wiggle it around. Dear God in heaven. She wouldn’t last. All this touching and sexy talk had her totally wet. When he hit her G-spot again, she sucked in an audible breath.
“Easy, sugar. I have to get you c
lean.”
She never washed inside like that.
Then it was Gabe’s turn to try for a sanitary Ceci. As soon as he pressed a soapy finger into her ass, she tried to lift up, but he planted a hand on her back.
“Shh. Just getting you used to the idea of a cock back there.”
It was inevitable, but was she ready? What if she hated it? It would be one more reason for the men to call it quits.
Stop thinking like that. Dylan and Gabe would never abandon me. Or would they?
How much did she really know about them? Sure, her sister’s boyfriends vouched for them, and yes they’d been wonderful and considerate—and did she mention wonderful, but who were they truly? Before she could get a perfect picture, Gabe slipped a second soapy finger fully into her ass and her mind splintered.
“Ooh.” She clenched her cheeks.
“Don’t do that, baby.”
As if Dylan wanted her attention, he slid another finger into her cunt and swirled them around. He leaned down to her ear. “Wait until I lick you.”
She groaned. The sensory overload was too much. “I think I’m clean.”
Both men stepped away. Gabe pulled her to a stand. “Are you ready for some more loving?”
“Yes.” She didn’t hesitate.
The shower water abruptly stopped. Gabe stepped out while Dylan held her still.
“He’s getting a towel. You won’t get a chill if you stay in here.”
No amount of background information could show her how good these men were. Their actions proved it to her.
Gabe returned with two towels. “I think you better wrap this around your head. I couldn’t do a turban if I tried.”
“Probably true.”
She bent over to wrap the towel around her head when all of a sudden a hard cock touched her back hole. She stiffened.
“Just testing the size,” Gabe said. “Don’t worry, I won’t be impaling you tonight.”
She relaxed, stood, and was met with a grinning Dylan. Oh, boy. She was in for it now.
Chapter Twelve
Gabe’s cock hurt from thinking about driving it into Ceci’s sweet ass. It had taken all of his willpower not to take her in the shower. Tonight, he wanted to experience the wonder of her pussy, but that would happen after he placed a nice large plug in her ass. Their woman needed time to get used to the sensation of something big and hard penetrating her rear. Both he and Dylan had talked about timing, and how she was like a little rabbit with soft, downy skin. The problem with rabbits was that they spooked easily. Once she ran away, they weren’t sure they’d be able to bring her back in. Hence the need to go slow.
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