We turned, and stepped briskly from the room, closing the door to her room on the way out.
9
Johanna
Oh my God.
Whathad just happened?
As they closed the door behind them, I found myself slipping back into the tub, sliding down until my chin was touching the bubbles on the surface of the water.
I couldn’tbelievewhat had just happened hadactuallyhappened. I knew I should have been scared about what was going on with everything and why I was here and all that, but there was something about them that made it better.
Something about them comforted me.
For so long, no boy had ever interested me. I’d spent years listening to Peggy talk about all her male conquests, and at no point had it ever appealed to me, because none of the guys I’d ever met hadsparkedanything like that in me.
Until now. And to make it all completely and utterly confusing, there wastwoof them that did. Worse? They were my captors. But still, I couldn’t deny how they’d felt earlier. Yes, I was their prisoner, but that’s not why what happened earlier had happened. I could have fought. They were much bigger and stronger than me, but something told me they’d have walked away from that if I’d put up a fight.
And I hadn’t — not at all.
Later, under the covers of my bed, I felt my whole body tingle at the memory of sitting perched on the edge of that tub with both of their hands on me. It’d started — well, I’d say it started innocently enough, but it hadn’t. Not at all.
It’d started with these two rough, gorgeous cowboys bringing me to the tub toshavemy pussy for me. I mean mygoodness, I’d never imagined a situation like that in a million years.
I could still feel Colt’s hands on me, the way his fingers had slid between my legs. No one had ever touched me there, and my body was still tingling with the memory of it. His hands had feltsomuch better than the agitator machine I’d used in the barn before. I’d been lost in it, leaning against Roman’s strong, powerful chest while the chill of the razor slipped over my mound.
And then his fingers, and the ointment.
The way my whole body came alive, and the way I wanted nothing more than for him to keep touching me there, even if I knew it was wrong.
Sitting there spread-legged on the edge of the tub with one man’s hands on my pussy, his thumb on my clit while his friend held me and let his lips trail over my ear — it’d been too much. And I’d wanted to stop it, but I also couldn’t at all, because it felt too real — too perfect, too amazing.
I squeezed my legs together under the covers, feeling my bare tender lips rub against each other. I moaned, slipping my hands under the sheets and moving them lower to touch myself.
I felt so smooth.
I felt sonaughtyand dirty and so sexy, all at the same time. And I wanted more of their touch.
I wantedsomuch more.
I thought of the way he’d made me come, and the way his mouth down there had felt. It’d been like nothing I’d ever imagined it’d feel like, as many times as Peggy had gone off about it. I whimpered as I brought my hands lower, fingers trailing over my soaking wet, bare lips.
I wassowet for them, even being a prisoner here and with whatever was going on.
There was something about Colt and Roman. Ever since that day I’d seen them at my aunt and uncle’s ranch, something had clicked with them. Something about them made me feel warm and safe, even in this place. Something about them made me feel so hot, and dripping wet, and aching for them.
My fingers moved faster, imagining both of them doing that again. I imaginedboththeir tongues this time, both of them kissing and touching me. Just like my fantasy in the barn, I pictured both of them - putting their hands on me, touching me in places no one had.
Making me feel things I’d never felt before.
Like today.
My breath came short and quick as my fingers brushed over my clit again and again, my other hand sliding over my lips, feeling how smooth I was and loving how sexy it felt.
In my head, it was the two of them, of course. There in that bed, in my fantasy, it was my two rough and yet gentle cowboys, under the covers with me and putting their hands all over me.
My fingers spread my lips, and my thumb rolled over my clit, and I turned my head and buried my gasp into the pillow as the orgasm crashed through me.