My earlier tiredness, the hypnotic feel of the bath had all dissipated in the wake of the new arrivals.
“Well…” Stevie drawled, bouncing his butt on the bed. “We’ve got chess. Do you play chess?”
“Oh,” Jim groaned. “Not chess. Anything but chess.”
Stevie snorted and eyed him. “Jim hasn’t quite figured out how to play,” he explained. “Too much brain work for him.”
“Hey!” Jim protested, looking hurt. “It’s just boring. I’d do something interesting!”
“She’s a scientist, Jim,” Stevie reminded him. “Which means she’s cerebral.”
Even I could see that Jim didn’t know what the word meant, but I stopped the argument from escalating quickly.
“Jim’s right,” I replied. “There’s no point in two of us hunched over a board when there’s three of us here to play, right?” I realized that I was still heated from the near-encounter with Bash, and I wondered what the hell I was doing.
Stevie’s hazel eyes widened with interest. “I like the way you think,” he purred, jumping up onto the bed and again bouncing like he was a kid. “Well, what do you have in mind?”
“I’m guessing hide and seek is out,” Jim mumbled, and I had to laugh.
“Come on, boys,” I jested. “Surely you can think of something to keep a little invalid girl entertained.”
Stevie and Jim exchanged a look, and for a moment, I felt an undercurrent that I didn’t understand, but just as quickly as it had come on, it was gone, and they shrugged.
“I know just the thing!” Stevie announced, hopping off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”
I looked at Jim curiously, and his face went pale.
“Oh no…” he mumbled. “I hope he’s not—”
“I got my playlist!” Stevie cried, returning with his iPod in his hand. In seconds, the dorm filled with rhythmic R&B music and I watched in amazement as Stevie’s hips began to move in sensual circles. He pointed a finger at Jim alluringly. “You and me,” he purred. “Magic Mike.”
I squealed with delight, hopping onto my knees—careful not to hit my injured leg—as I watched Stevie advance on Jim, who held up his hands in protest.
“No! No way!” he insisted.
“Oh, come on!” I cried. “You promised me entertainment! It doesn’t get more entertaining than this!”
Jim eyed me uncertainly but whatever he saw in my face seemed to encourage him enough to join Stevie’s striptease.
I was in gleeful awe of their moves, shocked that Stevie could make his muscles ripple in such a fashion, but I had no idea what Jim was hiding beneath his V-neck T-shirt.
“Holy God!” I heard myself gasp when the garment flew off his body and landed on the floor near the bed. I felt my temperature rise twenty degrees.
“Oh?” Jim called out in a phony Russian accent. “You like vat you see?”
“Oh, yes,” I breathed, and I meant it. I barely knew where to look, a flash of toned flesh and rippling skin catching me in every direction.
Jim was slightly taller than Stevie, but Stevie was built wider. The combination of the two, bumping and grinding their way closer to me was intoxicating. I felt a hot blush tinge my cheeks, but I didn’t shrink away as they neared. Without prompting, I reached out to put a hand on each of their stomach’s a shiver of pleasure shooting through me as I stroked the dimpled skin.
They put Hunter to absolute shame. In every possible way.
“Wow,” I muttered again. “Forget about a fireman’s calendar. They need to make one for drillers.”
Both the men chuckled, but I could see they were flattered by my comments, and suddenly, my legs were dangling off the side of the bed.
Stevie’s jeans fell around his hips, and Jim put my palm against the firm cheek of his ass as they each straddled one of my legs. A gush of wet shot through my crotch, and I raised my eyes to look at them, unable to hide my naked desire as my tongue jutted out along my lower lip.
“Is this entertaining you?” Stevie asked, lowering his face toward me to snake off his pants entirely, and my eyes were automatically drawn to the bulge in his crotch.
“It’s getting me very hot,” I answered honestly. “And I keep imagining what it would be like to be sandwiched between the two of you.” I would die. They would kill me in my present state. That’s what would happen, I was sure.
“Hmm…” Jim murmured, leaning in also, and I saw the men share a look.
Laughing, I pushed them both back and shook my head. “I’m not going to lie,” I told them. “I’m soaked for you right now. I have very dirty thoughts playing out in my mind…”
They waited, their own tongues running over lips that had to taste like salt, given all the grinding they’d been doing.
Oh, I wanted to…I’d never been so tempted…
“We should let her rest, Jim,” Stevie said suddenly, but he didn’t move immediately as if he were daring me to stop him.