“Of course it does,” Lexi panted. “I…I don’t mind. You can’t help it if your hands slip.”
“Of course not.” Looking into her eyes, Gaze slipped both of his big, warm hands under the brief cami top and cupped her bare breasts. “Gods, you have lovely breasts, Mistress,” he murmured as he began to caress them and tug and her nipples, sending sparks of pleasure straight through Lexi’s body down to the spot between her legs. “So full and ripe.”
“Thank you, Gaze,” she told him breathlessly. “But…you’re just supposed to be washing me. Not commenting on my, er, my body.”
“It’s hard not to comment when you’re so fuckin’ beautiful it hurts to look at you, Angel,” Bound rumbled. “How about I wash your bottom while Gaze keeps washing your top?”
“Yes, I…I guess that would be all right.” Lexi hardly knew what she was saying. She moaned slightly as the Dark Twin picked up the foamer, pressed it against her lower belly, and squeezed it until pale pink foam ran down between her thighs. He tossed the foamer aside and began running his big, warm hands up and down her hips and thighs as Gaze continued rubbing and caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples.
With both of the big Kindred touching her at once, Lexi felt that strange, sexual tingle running through her again. And, from the way both Bound and Gaze groaned, she knew they felt it too.
She wanted to ask what it was and what was causing it, but that would mean acknowledging what was actually going on between the three of them—which she was definitely not ready to do.
Then Bound was cupping her pussy through the thin, soaked panties as he looked into her eyes.
“I’m afraid my hand might slip too, Angel,” he murmured hoarsely. “These flimsy little panties are so thin, my fingers might slip right inside your soft little pussy while I’m washing you.”
Lexi felt her breath catch in her throat. They shouldn’t be doing this, should they? And yet, as Bound’s thick fingers pushed aside the soaked crotch of her panties, she didn’t try to stop him. In fact, she spread her legs and moaned as she felt the blunt fingertips trace her sensitive, swollen slit and then find their way inside to her aching core.
“Oh…Oh, Goddess of Mercy!” she gasped as Gaze tugged both her nipples while Bound circled her needy clit at the same time. She could feel something building in her—something deep and incredibly pleasurable.
But also very, very wrong.
Shouldn’t be doing this! The guilty little voice was screaming in her head. Shouldn’t be doing this! Shouldn’t be doing this!!!
With a gasp, Lexi tore herself away from the big Kindreds’ hands.
“Are you all right?” Gaze looked instantly concerned.
“Did we hurt you, Angel?” Bound asked, also looking worried. “We tried to be gentle—you’re just so tiny.”
Lexi nearly choked on a laugh—“tiny” was certainly not an adjective she’d heard applied to her curvy self before!
“I…I’m fine.” She pulled down her top and attempted to straighten the silk panties, which were definitely wet with more than just water now. “I just…I think we’re all clean enough,” she said, still trying to keep her voice even, though her body was still throbbing with need and unfulfilled desire. “It…it’s getting late, so I’ll leave the two of you alone and see you in the morning. Is there anything you want or need before I go?”
“Hell yes,” Bound began but Gaze gave him a sharp look.
“I think we have everything we need, Mistress,” he murmured. “Unless there’s something else you want to give us? Or want us to give you?” he added, raising his eyebrows meaningfully.
For a moment, Lexi wished she had a good excuse to touch them again—or let them touch her—preferably both at the same time so she could feel that warm, tingly sexual current running through her body. But she had gone far enough for tonight—much farther than she should have, honestly. So she simply shook her head.
“No, that’s all for now. Good night, Gaze…Bound,” she said to them. And, feeling extremely aware of their eyes on her mostly bare body, she climbed the shallow steps and exited the pool. Wrapping a towel around herself, she picked up her dress and left without another word and without looking back, though inside she was a mass of contradictory emotions.
Emotions she dared not show if she wanted to keep her composure.
SIXTEEN
“What in the Seven Hells was that all about?” Bound demanded hoarsely as the little Elite who was apparently now their Mistress—at least for a time—left the room.
“Hell if I know,” Gaze murmured, his eyes still on the doorway Alexa had exited from. “For a minute, I thought we might be sharing her right here.”
“I thought so too,” Bound admitted. “I damn sure wanted to,” he added hoarsely.
Gaze gave him a sharp look.