Chapter 29
Arabella screamed, jumping in the air and turning to see Kellan standing on the other side of the glass door, glaring at her with his arms over his chest.
“You’re gonna fucking thrive. Of course, you’ll be doing that with a hot ass.” He stepped forward and opened the glass door. “Just what do you think you are doing?”
“I’m showering.” Then she glanced down at herself with another scream. “Kellan! I’m not dressed!” She attempted to cover up her breasts and pussy with her arms. But it wasn’t easy and she knew she probably looked ridiculous.
“I assume that’s how most people shower. Get out.”
“No!” she replied.
“I will get you a towel to cover up.”
“No, I’m halfway through washing my hair. There’s still conditioner in it. I can’t get out now.”
He just stared at her for a long moment. To her surprise his gaze didn’t go lower than her face.
Was that him being respectful? Or was it because he didn’t want to look?
Your mind is a mess, Arabella.
Then he nodded and closed the door.
Oh, thank goodness.
Then he disappeared from her eyesight. But he didn’t walk into the bedroom. Where did he go?
Suddenly, he appeared at the shower door again.
This time, though, he just wore boxers and in his hand was his shirt.
She didn’t know what to do or where to look. Could she stare? Should she not? Was it rude?
But he wasn’t covering himself. And, well, the man was a work of art. Smooth and muscular, she ran her gaze over his wide chest and down to his trim hips. He had an actual six-pack.
Wow.
Then her gaze dipped lower. She couldn’t help it.
The only guy she’d ever been with had been young and arrogant. He’d told her how gorgeous he was. He’d even liked to brag about the size of his dick.
Something that she’d thought was a bit weird.
But he hadn’t been anywhere as big as Kellan. At least from what she could make out behind his thin boxers. As she watched his dick grew thicker, firmer and pressed against the material of his boxers.
Dead.
She was dead.
“I think I feel light-headed,” she said, foolishly.
She’d completely forgotten how nutty these guys were when they thought she was ill or injured.
Kellan immediately opened the door to the shower and stepped in, wrapping his arm around her so she was pressed against him.
“This is why you shouldn’t be showering on your own,” he growled as he held her up off the floor. “You could have fallen and hit your head and died. What were you thinking?”
“Um, well, I was thinking that you’ve got the biggest dick I’ve ever seen in my life,” she blurted out.
He drew her away from his body, setting her back on her feet so he could gape down at her.
Yeah.
She couldn’t believe she’d just said that either. “Um you know, I got a bump on the head earlier—”
“What?” he interrupted. “You hit your head?”
“Yes, and I think that’s why I’m saying crazy stuff. It’s the head bump.”
And again, she forgot how insane these guys were.
“You hit your head? Why the hell did Eli let you out of bed?” Kellan yelled.
“I didn’t,” Eli said.
Oh God.
When had he come in? Why hadn’t she heard him?
Suddenly, she realized she was still naked.
And the last time someone had seen her naked circulated in her head. Deep down, she knew that they would never exploit her. Never laugh at her or make fun of her.
But for some reason she just couldn’t bring herself back under control.
“Shit,” Eli said. “Kellan, she’s panicking.”
“I’ve got her.”
Suddenly, he drew something over her head and then she found herself wearing Kellan’s shirt. He turned off the water and grasped hold of her face between his hands. “Are you all right?”
Arabella took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. “I’m fine. I just might have to . . . ease into you guys seeing me naked. I know you won’t hurt me or take photos of me or make fun of me.”
“Never,” Eli said, climbing into the shower as well. Fully dressed. This hotel really had big showers. Made her wonder what other people who stayed here got up to. “We will never do anything like that.”
“And I’d kill anyone who did that to you,” Kellan growled.
Her unease started to disappear. “I know. I’m sorry.”
Eli turned her to face him. “You have nothing to be sorry about. Okay? We should have been more mindful of your fears. Not pushing you into this so quickly. Come on, let’s get her out of here,” he said to Kellan.
“She’s got to finish washing her hair.”
“All right, we can help with that,” Eli said.
“Has she got a concussion?” Kellan demanded, staring over at Eli.
“No. I don’t think so. Has she been acting off?” Eli asked.
“Hmm. She just told me that I had a big dick, which isn’t that strange since I do. But then she tried to blame her outburst on hitting her head.”
“Strange,” Eli drawled. “I wonder why she’d do that. I suppose she’s also trying to blame her decision to get out of bed and into the shower on the bump to her head?”
“Uh-huh. Yep. It’s making me forgetful.” She nodded.
“Then we better get you to the doctor. Right now. Let’s go,” Eli said.
Shoot! What was she doing? She wasn’t a liar. She wasn’t her father.
“Fine!” she cried. “It wasn’t my head. It was me.
All me. I wanted a shower even though I knew you wanted me to stay in bed.
I thought you were just being overprotective and I could get in and out before you returned because I didn’t want to stink.
And then Kellan appeared with just his boxers on and I saw the size of his . . . of his cock.”
Really?
She couldn’t say ‘cock’ without blushing? What the heck was wrong with her? She really had to get over this.
After all, she was in the shower with a half-naked man and his brother was watching.
And that was not a situation she ever thought she’d find herself in.
Yikes.
And now she was trying to blame this situation and her sudden verbal diarrhea on a tiny bump to her head?
Yep. She was losing her mind.
“I don’t need a doctor. Unless it’s someone who can tell me why I’m losing my mind.”
And as she spoke she was aware that Kellan’s cock was growing thicker and now brushing up against her.
Her breathing grew faster.
“Oh, so not only did you disobey me by getting out of bed, but you also lied to us,” Eli said.
Uh-oh.
“I really feel well enough to finish showering on my own,” she said in a high-pitched voice. “I don’t need any help.”
“Hmm, you don’t? Well, if you’re well enough to shower alone then I guess you’re also well enough to be punished, what do you think, Kellan?”
Kellan stared down at her for a long moment. He wasn’t going to let her be punished, was he?
“I’m not sure,” Kellan said. “She’s still pale. Maybe some of her punishment now and some later.”
“Later? I don’t want to wait until later!” she cried.
“Ahh, so you do want it all now,” Eli said. “I think we should punish her now or she’s going to keep thinking that she can get away with disobeying us.”
Kellan nodded. “That’s a good point.”
“No, wait, I don’t want to be punished at all!”
“You don’t want to be punished or you don’t feel well enough to be?” Eli asked. “Because we will postpone this if your head hurts or if you feel dizzy or tired.”
“And you need to tell us the truth,” Kellan added. “We have to start as we mean to go on. Telling the truth.”
Guilt filled her.
“And if being spanked as punishment is a hard limit, you need to tell us that too,” Eli added. “No judgment. No repercussions.”
Okay, she had reached crunch time. And they were right. She had to tell the truth. Anything else wasn’t acceptable.
These guys would never harm her. They had proven that time and again.
And she couldn’t rule spanking out since she’d never experienced it. Maybe she’d hate it.
Maybe she wouldn’t.
“It’s not a hard limit. Yet. I reserve the right to change my mind if I don’t like it.”
“Well, you’re not meant to like it too much,” Kellan murmured. “It’s punishment, after all.”
“Hmm, if she does, we’ll have to throw in some orgasm denial,” Eli said. “That would likely work.”
Orgasm denial? What the heck was that?
Actually, it sounded like she didn’t really want to know. And maybe she’d be better off with just the spanking.
“Face the wall and put your hands on it, then bend down slightly, sticking your ass out,” Eli ordered.
Wait.
What?
“I can’t . . . you can’t do that in here!” she protested.
“Why not?” Eli asked. “Get it over and done with and then you won’t worry about it any longer. The punishment will be over and you’ll remember to obey your men. And not to lie.”
“Unless you’re not feeling up to it,” Kellan said.
She groaned. Damn her newfound vow to tell the truth.
“I’m up to it,” she told them. “I just didn’t think you’d do it while I was nearly naked and wet in the shower.”
“Hmm, wet, huh? I’d like to see that. Or feel it. Taste it.”
A shiver ran through her. “Taste it?”
“Oh yeah,” Eli whispered in her ear as he turned her toward the wall. He brushed the hair back away from her ear to lick behind it then he kissed down her neck to her collarbone as Kellan leaned against the other wall, watching them.
Eli grasped hold of the hand closest to him and placed it up against the wall. Kellan did the same with her other hand, then he surprised her by running his hand along her arm and down her side to place it on her hip.
“So fucking beautiful,” he whispered.
Turning her head, she stared at Kellan. “You’re the beautiful one. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen someone as gorgeous.” Then she turned her head to look at Eli. “Or as sexy.”
They were incredible and she was just . . . her. What did she even have to offer them? What if they left her? What if they got hurt doing their job?
“Hey, did we lose you?” Eli asked, cupping her chin. “Scared?”
“Just of losing you.”
He leaned in and kissed her. “Not going to happen. We aren’t going to leave you.”
“But what about your job? How dangerous is it?”
Kellan grasped the back of her neck and she turned to look at him.