the face, and then said, “See if you can stand.”
She almost said that of course she could stand—and then was glad she didn’t when her legs nearly buckled.
“I have you, honey.” David’s arm slipped around her waist and anchored her.
She meant to say thank you, but what came out was, “You’re not going to have sex with me?”
David chuckled. “Not today, though it pains us both greatly to deny us all.”
“In case you haven’t noticed, we do want you.” Robert soaped his hands but kept his gaze on hers. “And don’t worry, we will take you. We’re just not going to take advantage of you right now.”
“Like I said. Domineering.” She guessed by the way Robert looked over her shoulder that he and his brother were doing some sort of a twin-psi kind of communicating.
“No, my sweet little sub. Dominant . We’ll talk about that, too, but later. First, let’s get that run washed off you. Then we’ll see what we can do to take care of your legs.”
Robert Jessop put his soap-covered hands on her breasts and Jillian couldn’t have held back her reaction if she tried. She closed her eyes and moaned.
After nearly twenty years of marriage, and thirty-eight years of life all told, she’d never known that her breasts could be a source of pleasure—until now. She felt her nipples pebble and her pussy come awake. Without conscious thought she flexed her inner muscles so that it felt to her as if her pussy lips actually clenched .
Robert didn’t seem to be trying to turn her on, but she was more turned on than she’d ever been in her life before. When his hands moved down, when they spread foam over her ribcage, across her belly and over her hips, she responded by undulating those hips and panting. She heard the whimper that came out of her throat. To her own ears it sounded pathetic—desperate and needy, and just plain pitiable.
“Spread your legs, sweetie.”
Jillian opened her eyes. Robert’s voice sounded different.
The cock behind her nudged her bottom, and David had sucked in a breath through his teeth.
She couldn’t help but notice the men had tensed up. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Hell, no. Look, we said we would take care of you and not fuck you today and by God, that is exactly what we’re going to do.”
Maybe the run had taken a larger toll on her than she first thought. Her brain wasn’t making any sense of that statement at all.
David leaned in closer and gently kissed the shell of her ear. “What he means is, you need an orgasm, and he’s going to give you one.”
She didn’t say good luck with that, nor did she say that she’d needed an orgasm for years and had never quite managed to experience a really good one. While both of those statements would have been honest and true and what she knew down to her bones, she understood her words would just get in the way. She hadn’t doubted her own ability to climax, because she had, sort of, on a couple of occasions. At least, she was pretty sure she had, but it had been by her own hand.
She’d wanted one, she’d needed one, and had always believed that she was perfectly capable of having one. She just had never met anyone she’d ever let into the position of being able to give her one.
But now she had, and she was, and the moment had finally arrived.
So she did what she believed any sensible woman in the same position would do. She leaned back into one man’s embrace just a little more, and spread her legs for his brother.
Chapter 5
Jillian should have been surprised that she came so quickly, but she wasn’t.
Robert reached forward and slid his soap-slicked fingers across her slit, stroking top to bottom, and parting the lips of her pussy.
His caress immediately sent her arousal soaring to the stratosphere, a totally unexpected sensation.
“Oh, God. Do that again. Please! ” He did, and her entire body shivered from the contact, from the tingly, electric-shock-like spasms that exploded over her