Chapter 10 #2
A bath sounds better, but after the lack of sleep last night and this whirlwind of a day, I’m afraid I’ll drift off if I allow myself to relax even just a little.
“Little one?” he prompts, humor in his tone.
It takes all my energy to move.
“I’ve got you.”
Why do I want to believe his promise?
Even though I’m limp as an overcooked noodle, he and Brennan somehow manage to move me, and Dorian carries me into the bathroom.
Instead of setting me on the floor, he places me on the vanity. I let my head fall forward as a full-on yawn escapes, and I hastily cover it with my hand. “Sorry. I’m a little…” A second escapes. “Done in.”
He laughs.
“You look as if you might pass out,” Brennan agrees, joining us.
As I watch, he removes the condom and disposes of it.
“Did we wear you out?” Dorian asks.
“And then some.” I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk properly for a week.
Brennan turns on the water in the sleek glass enclosure.
“We’ll take care of you so that you’re okay for the honeymoon.”
My eyes widen. Are they going to expect this from me every day? Multiple times, even? If so, I’m not sure I’ll be able to survive.
Around us, steam billows, filling the room.
When Brennan nods that he’s satisfied with the temperature, Dorian helps me down from the counter and into the shower.
I’m grateful that he slides his arms around my waist to steady me.
The water cascades over us, the heat vanquishing tension that I didn’t realize I’d been holding onto .
Moments later, Brennan follows, closing the door.
Their bodies—hard planes, scarred and strong—glisten under the spray. And their cocks already seem to be at least half hard already.
Are they insatiable?
Dorian reaches for the handheld showerhead and adjusts the flow, checking it on the inner part of his wrist. “Open your legs.”
Knowing he’s serious, I do.
The warmth soothes my tender flesh, and with a sigh, I lean into him.
“That’s it,” he says, cupping my nape with his free hand. “Let us take care of you.” His movements intentional, he rinses every trace of their claiming.
Every part, that is, except for the internal one, and more, the emotional one.
Tonight they changed me forever.
Brennan pumps some of the body wash onto his palm and lathers it before kneeling in front of me. “Stay as you are.” His voice holds a caring note that’s new. And totally seductive.
He runs his slick palms up my thighs, washing me with steady strokes. His fingers graze my folds, tender but thorough.
My knees wobble a little.
“You’re incredible, Isla,” he murmurs, looking up, his gaze locking on mine.
Dorian joins in, soaps my back, gliding over my spine where he marked me. With careful circles, he washes it away. “You really are perfect for us.” With that, he presses a kiss against my shoulders.
He continues to stream the water over my breasts, and he angles the showerhead there, teasing my nipples with the pulse. They harden, and I moan, caught off guard by my instant response.
Brennan stands to soap my stomach and chest. Then Dorian sprays off the lather.
Once they are finally finished, Brennan stands and rinses his hands.
He steps out first and wraps a towel around his waist before grabbing a second and holding it out.
“Come here,” he instructs.
As if my legs are made of lead, I do as he says.
He’s there for me, drying my arms, my back, and ending by patting gently between my legs.
“You’ve pleased us both very much.”
He wraps the thick cotton around me. Then he sweeps me from my feet and carries me back to the bed where he brushes back a strand of my damp hair.
For a moment, my heart catches.
Right now, I see him as something more than a criminal. A lover, maybe. A man who has treated me as if I matter.
I can’t be softening toward him. Can I?
Whatever I’m feeling right now is real. But fragile.
He leaves for a minute, then returns with a glass of champagne. I accept, more to give myself something to do than anything else.
As he considers me, I take a little sip, and the bubbles tickle my nose.
“You like it?”
I think it’s the same kind of champagne that we had at the reception. “My new favorite. I wish I knew what it is.”
“You’re in luck.” Brennan flashes me a grin and names the brand and year. “Snatched a bottle from the reception. Dorian paid for it, and I figured you’d enjoy it more than those heathens who were still drinking like fish.”
He can’t mean that Dorian paid for the wedding, right? He’s referring to the champagne, surely. Because I understood my father took out a second mortgage to pay for everything.
The air conditioner kicks on, and I shiver. Then it occurs to me that I have no pajamas. “Do I get something to sleep in?”
“No,” Dorian responds on Brennan’s behalf as he walks in, naked.
Water still glistens on his chest. I have a hard time looking away from his erect cock. “I want you bare for us.”
I’ve never slept in the nude, and I’m not sure I want to spend the entire night exposed to them.
“Don’t worry.” Brennan offers an easy shrug. “We’ll keep you warm.”
I’m sure they will.
But I’m not certain I’ll like the way they do.
Dorian drops his towel, and both men join me in the bed, one on either side of me.
I’ll never be able to get up without them knowing it.
They each turn off the lamps on the nightstand, and I curl onto my side.
Brennan moves in closer, against my front, and Dorian presses himself against my back, his hard dick nudging between my ass cheeks.
Maybe I shouldn’t have expected anything different.
They’re both virile men.
Still, I’m not sure how long it will take me to get accustomed to this kind of arrangement. At home, I don’t even let Calypso sleep in my bed.
“Rest,” Dorian says, drawing his fingers across my shoulder.
Maybe I shouldn’t be able to since I’m wedged between two immovable males, but within seconds, exhaustion pulls me under .
Behind my eyelids, events of the day replay themselves in dizzying succession.
Brennan’s steady hands guiding me. Dorian’s possessive claiming of me.
With a whimper, I shift positions.
“That’s dangerous, little one.”
My mind spirals into a fantasy, much like his earlier lovemaking, but more intense.
And before I know it, I am seeing stars.
Moments later, I jolt awake.
Trying to bring the room into focus, I blink.
I’m alone in the bed, and both sides of the mattress are cool.
How long have I been alone? And how did they leave without disturbing me?
In the distance, voices reach me, and Brennan’s sharp tone slices through my haze.
“Do you know what the hell you’re doing?” he demands. “Have you thought about the consequences for even one fucking second?”