I kicked him in the shin. "Stop it. Stop it right now. Both of you."
Angry tears rolled down my cheeks and finally got their attention.
Keane put the damp towel down and sat on the edge of the bed. Rye did, too.
I drew myself up with as much dignity as I could wearing a nightgown. Which was also one of my complaints.
"Now, you two need to listen to me. First"—I yanked the nightgown over my head—"I’ve never worn a nightgown since we’ve been together, but one little scare and you’ve got me covered up like my grandmother." I tossed the gown to the corner. "That thing’s getting burned. Understand?"
They both stared at me.
"Must be the shock of the experience," Rye said. Keane nodded.
"No!" I shouted at them. "I’m not in shock. I’m needy. You’ve barely touched me for three days, and god knows how long this will continue. Now, I’m your wife. You’re my husbands. And I demand that you act like it and claim me. Like you promised."
KEANE
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"But, you were kidnapped. And almost burned to death," I said.
Lily came and knelt in front of us, taking each of us by the hand. "Yes, that’s true. But I’m not going to live the rest of my life in fear. What’s happened to my two brave Bridgewater men?"
She crawled onto my lap and pushed my shoulder back until she was straddling me on the bed. My fingers touched her hips, and her breasts pressed against my chest. Her mouth lowered to mine in a kiss full of passion. "I’ve missed you, Keane." She turned. "You too, Rye. I’ve missed the three of us together."
Oh fuck yes.
I buried my face in her hair, inhaled the scent of it. My cock stirred. "We were just so scared," I whispered. "So scared of losing you." I drew in a ragged breath.
"I was scared, too." She raised herself up and peered deep into my eyes. "But I love you. And I love Rye. I need you to claim me. I need it more than I need another sponge bath or a bowl of broth."
I glanced over at Rye. "We might have overdone it."
He nodded. "I’m starting to see that."
Lily busied herself opening the buttons of my shirt while I toed off my boots. Rye jumped up from the bed and stripped in a matter of seconds. I passed Lily to him and finished removing the rest of my clothes before joining them in the big bed.
"Are you sure you’re ready, Lily?" Rye asked, his brow still furrowed with worry.
"Yes." She wrapped her arms around his neck. Then straddled his thigh and rubbed her cunny up and down the length of it. "What does that tell you about how ready I am?"
He gave her ass a swat. "You’re getting pretty sassy. What happened to blushing Lily?"
"Blushing Lily misses her men." She lowered her mouth and kissed his chest.
"Well, we’re back so you’d better get ready," he growled before kissing her hard and grabbing her breasts. He shifted her so her knees were on either side of him, her rounded backside directly in my line of sight.
"Fuck me." I touched the delicate skin of her ass, kneading it in my palms.
Lily glanced over her shoulder at me. "I think that’s what I’ve been saying for the last few minutes."
I gave her bottom a swat, making a red handprint in her creamy flesh. "I think you need a few swats to remind you to keep that pert mouth of yours for kissing and cock sucking. Not bossing us around."
"Or swearing," Rye added. "Not to mention how you defied my instructions to stay with Olivia inside the house until one of us came to get you."
"Fine," she said. "Just get on with it. I’m dying here."
Rye had his fingers deep in her cunny. "She’s not kidding about that."