She paused, pursing her lips, and looking at the object in her hand again. Then she looked at him and bit her lip again. God that made him want to nibble on it himself; to suck the abused skin into his mouth and much, much more.
Shyla flushed and dipped her head and Lazarus figured she knew exactly where his thoughts were taking him.
“We could maybe share it, if that’s not too gross… um, I don’t have any transmissible diseases or anything, but…”
She trailed off and Lazarus realized exactly what she was saying. He also realized it likely applied to a lot more than the toothbrush.
“Hey,” he said, walking over and lifting her chin with the crook of his fingers. “That’s a sweet offer, and one I’m not sure you’re one hundred percent comfortable with.”
She searched his eyes, then it was like she gave a little internal shrug, because she straightened and said, “Well, I figure there might be kisses and more besides, and if I’m going to be kissing you guys then, well, you know. I mean I’m not suggesting…”
She paused and Lazarus found her flustered state completely adorable and took pity on her.
He crouched down to her level and kept her chin trapped so she couldn’t look away. If he had to guess he’d say his small show of dominance aroused her since her pupils dilated slightly. Good to know. “Shyla, sharing your tooth powder would be great, and, like you suggested, probably beneficial to us all. As for the toothbrush, well, we can always use a corner of the cloths I’ve divided for everyone. There are a lot of things we have no choice but to share, and washing water is going to be one of those things, and so is the towel.”
He slid his hand to the back of her neck and angled her head so he could lean down and kiss her more easily. His tongue surged into her mouth, dancing with her own and capturing the small moan that escaped her throat. When he lifted his head, he looked at her lips and drew his thumb across them. “As for all those unspoken things,” he said, lifting his eyes to hers. “I personally hope there will be a great many kisses for us to share. All of us. And just so you know, all three of us are clean, and none of us have any other communicable disease that I’m aware of, so there’s nothing for you to worry about. Understand?”
Shyla nodded, her eyes wide and trusting. “I’m clean too, and I have an IUD,” she blurted, her face flushing crimson. She tried to look away then, but Lazarus was having none of that. He dropped another kiss to her tempting, pink lips, nibbling at one of them like he’d been longing to.
“Thank you for that, sweetheart,” he said when he raised his head. He kissed her temple and stroked her hair before getting back to his feet. His cock was rock hard in his boxers and there was no way Shyla could miss it when he stood up in front of her, but the way she licked her lips made him groan in anticipation.
Looked like he’d need to keep a little of the hot water back after they’d all washed up. Because they were all going to get dirtied up again real soon.
* * *
It wasn’t asembarrassing as she expected it to be, the four of them washing together. She’d been uncertain at first, but the desire to get clean overrode everything else. Hell, it wasn’t like they hadn’t seen her naked already.
In the end she just stripped right off. Her jeans were still damp, the heavy denim taking a long time to air dry, so it wasn’t like she hadn’t been sitting around in her underwear. And she wanted to wash her panties, rather than put them back on once she’d cleaned up. That only left her thermal top and since it was the only piece of dry clothing she had, other than her socks, she didn’t want to get it wet, so it made more sense to just get naked.
The guys wasted no time following her lead. Even the far more reticent Dante.
By mutual agreement they all dunked their cloth in the clean water and washed their faces first, then rinsed and took care of the rest of their bodies. Shyla couldn’t help the surreptitious glances she darted at the three of them. They all had a lean build and finely chiseled features, but it was clear that they were all very fit. Their defined thigh muscles, she already had been aware of, but the sculpted abdominals each of them sported made her mouth water with the urge to lick them. And as for those other parts of their anatomy… Phew!
She was getting all hot and bothered just thinking about it. And from the looks of it, so were they, since Lazarus had been sporting an impressive erection since before he stripped off and Jericho wasn’t far behind.
And, whoa! Neither was Dante. Now that was a surprise.
They’d made their peace earlier on, and she was honest about her attraction to him within her own head, but she hadn’t expected it to be reciprocated.
Could she handle all three? This was brand new territory for her. The stuff of fantasies. So she didn’t really know.
But she’d give it a damn good try.
They finished washing, dried off, and cleaned their teeth. The guys drew wet fingers through their hair and Shyla wished she could do more with the rat’s nest she was currently sporting. But at least Jericho had done his best to get some of the snags out earlier, so she wasn’t a complete scarecrow.
When they were done Shyla rinsed out her underwear and they all followed suit. Then Lazarus stood four logs in front of the log burner to dry them on, while Dante swapped out the water container for the soup pan, so that it could start cooking.
She was looking around for her shirt when a very naked, and very hard, Jericho stepped up behind her and wound his arms around her waist.
He nuzzled her neck and the hard length of his cock nestled against the cleft of her buttocks.
Oh god! Was this really going to happen?
Shyla closed her eyes and tipped her head to one side to give him better access.
A moment later, she felt, rather than saw, Lazarus step up in front of her. She instinctively knew it was him, even though she didn’t open her eyes.
A low moan filled the silence as he cupped her breasts and thumbed the aching tips. It deepened to a throaty groan when he pinched them between his thumb and forefinger and pulled and twisted the pebbled buds.
In the back of her mind, her thoughts went to Dante. Where was he? Was he watching?
The idea peaked her arousal in a way she never expected. She wanted to open her eyes to see, but found she preferred the fantasy to the knowledge that he might simply be uninterested and doing his best to ignore the show the three of them were putting on.
Instead, she relaxed into the two of them and simply allowed the sensations to take over.