He took her hand and led her to the shower.
Juliet hesitated a moment as she looked up into his eyes. He cupped her cheek. “We’ll take care of you.”
* * * *
Carl watched as she leaned back and let the water spray over her. Her eyes were closed. Her firm, large breasts pushed forward as she lifted her arms to run her fingers through her hair. He reached for the soap, and Richie reached for the shampoo. Together they bathed her. Carl paid extra attention to her breasts then her belly as Richie helped to rinse the shampoo and then conditioner from her hair. Carl heard her soft purr, and when he glanced up, he saw Richie massaging her scalp and kissing her neck. He glided soapy fingers from her calves up to the V between her thighs. He paused the moment he saw the red marks. They looked like finger marks, and his gut clenched.
He took a deep breath and moved upward, caressing gently over her skin. When her hand came down over his, he stared up at her. Richie wrapped his arm around her waist as he finished washing the conditioner from her hair.
“Feel me, baby. Feel my fingers, my hands touching you.”
She swallowed hard. He saw the movement in her throat, her blue eyes wide with reservations. That fucking bastard did this to her. Robert Sinclair was a dead man.
He eased his fingers upward, and as he touched her pussy, he felt her legs begin to shake.
Gently, he began to lift her foot up to rest on his bent thigh when Richie cupped her breasts, pulling her back against his chest so Carl could gain better access to her. “Easy, baby. I love hearing you purr.”
Carl eased a finger up into her as he continued to caress her inner thigh.
“So pretty and pink, and yeah, wet for us, aren’t you, Juliet?”
“Oh, oh please, Carl, I need.”
“We know what you need, darling. We’ve got you now,” Richie stated.
Carl leaned forward and licked across her folds as he pumped his finger a little faster. He was feasting on her as the water flowed over his head. He closed his eyes, and licked and sucked at her flesh. Her taste was all consuming. She wiggled beneath his ministrations then gripped his head, pressing it harder to her body as she screamed her release.
He continued to lick her and pressed a second finger to her pussy while Richie pinched and pulled on her breasts.
Carl was looking up at her, his goddess, when their gazes locked, her lips parted, and she smiled.
His heart soared, and his cock stirred with need.
“I want you now.”
In one fluid motion he stood up, lifted her, and impaled her on his cock.
She moaned, and gripped his shoulders as he latched his mouth on to her breast. It was level with his face. In and out he pumped his hips, pressed her against the wall, and pounded into her. She grabbed at his skin, the water cascaded over them, and she thrust right back at him. He felt her lips, teeth, and tongue against his skin.
“So fucking tight, baby, you feel so good.”
“More, Carl, harder. I need it.”
He gave her what she wanted. He thrust his hips and grabbed hold of her ass, parting her cheeks as he pressed her body harder against the tiled wall. Her legs locked around his hips. She held him tight, and he felt her muscles gripping him. The small quakes and vibrations around his oversensitive cock sent him flying out of control.
“Fuck, I’m coming!” He raised his voice and she screamed her release as he pumped two more times then exploded inside of her.
He hugged her to him, and she hugged him back, kissing his neck, his face, and then his mouth. They calmed their breathing until he saw her look to the side of them. Carl turned that way, and there stood Richie, holding a towel and staring at their woman with very hungry eyes.
* * * *
Richie held the towel as Juliet walked into his arms. He wrapped her in the fluffy fabric and lifted her up to carry her out of the bathroom.
“Okay?” he asked her, and she smiled then reached up to press her dainty fingers against his cheek.
“Make love to me, Richie,” she whispered.
He smiled down at her, wanting, needing to be inside of her so badly he ached.