“Would you relax? For fuck’s sake, what do we have to do to convince you we don’t mean you any harm?” I soap up the cloth while Kane sits on the edge of the tub, closer to Payton’s feet.
“You must spend a lot of time on your feet all day,” he muses, looking down at them. “Between teaching and dancing, they must hurt.”
“They do, sometimes,” she admits in a soft voice.
“Let me help you with that.” He plunges a hand into the water and takes one of her ankles, pulling it out of the water, resting her heel on his thigh. His fingers begin working the sole of her foot before she can protest as I begin sliding the cloth over her neck, her shoulders.
“How’s that feel?” Kane asks, pressing his thumbs to her flesh while I gently but forcefully unwrap her arms from over her chest. When my hand makes contact with her full, heavy breast, her sharp intake of breath tells me more than she’s willing to admit.
Taking my chance, I run the cloth over her tits and stroke her nipple tenderly. Her back arches, pushing her breasts into my hand.
“You like that?” I do it again, then switch to the other side and lavish more attention there. Her cheeks go red, but I don’t think it’s the heat of the water doing it. She bites her lip again, eyes sliding shut.
“I think she likes it a lot.” Kane’s hands slide up her leg, further and further over her slick skin while I move further south. We work without saying a word or even looking at each other. Watching her reactions, listening to her gasps and whimpers, is enough.
When I ditch the cloth in favor of using my hand between her thighs, she hesitates for a moment—then opens her legs to me. “Mmm…” She tries to muffle a moan, like she doesn’t want to react, but she can’t help it any more than either my brother or I can help what’s happening. The absolute need to touch her is overwhelming.
My cock is rock hard as I begin stroking her clit in short little circles. Her breathing is harsh, rasping, filling the room before she goes stiff, and her head falls back. “Oh, my God!”
It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Watching her come undone, watching her face take on an otherworldly glow once she’s finished. It’s almost enough to make me come here and now without laying a finger on myself.
It takes her a few minutes before her eyes flutter back open, looking at me tired but sated.
“So tired…” she murmurs, her head lulling to the side.
“Let’s get you out and to bed then.”
While I grab a white, fluffy towel, Kane helps her out of the tub, water cascading down her body, exposing every slick curve. I groan, my cock straining at the zipper painfully. Fuck, I don’t remember the last time I was this horny, sixteen, maybe?
Instead of taking things further, I hold out a towel and wrap it around her once she’s standing. We dry her without saying a word, and she allows it—either because she trusts us now or because she’s had a taste of honey and wonders whether there’s more to come.
There isn’t—not now, anyway. Kane leads her to my bedroom.
She stiffens again on seeing the bed, but I place a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry. What you need now is sleep. You’ll feel better in the morning.” I doubt she believes me or even fully hears me as I lead her into the room.
“If you think I might have a concussion, shouldn’t I stay awake then?”
“We might have overexaggerated your injury a little, but aren’t you glad we did? It looked and sounded like you enjoyed having us in the bath with you.”
“I should have known.” She shakes her head.
When we move to climb in with her, she moans, dismayed. “Quit worrying.” Kane’s patience is thinner than mine. “We like to sleep, too.”
Yes, but we don’t normally share a bed. This is different. We both want to be with her—no, we have to be with her. And if she wakes in the middle of the night with fresh memories of what she went through tonight before calling me, she’ll need comfort.
I intend to make sure she has it.
Which is why I lie down next to her naked body, still wearing my jeans, because I don’t trust myself enough to let too much skin touch hers. There’s a limit to a man’s self-control, and she has me using more than I possess.
It’s a good thing I’m so tired and can’t think of much else besides sleep when my head hits the pillow.