Free Love Under Two Doctors by Cara Covington Page A

pussy and radiated outward through her entire body.
    Her gaze connected with his as he stroked her again, and then let his thumb rub over her clit.
    Ecstasy engulfed her, a flash-and-bang consummation that snatched her breath and her reason and every bit of remaining strength from every muscle in her body. Her scream echoed against the walls of the shower. Eyes open, she recognized the look of satisfaction on Robert’s face and wondered that an act so selfless could give him such pleasure as she could see manifested there.
    “Oh, God.” Jillian felt herself sag against the strong arm holding her. She didn’t mind so much when both men chuckled. Neither did she take issue with the way they began to talk about her as if she wasn’t even there.
    “Here, let me have her and you can wash her back.”
    “I think she might be going to sleep on us—literally.”
    “Awake.” Since her naked front was now plastered against Robert Jessop, who was also naked, she guessed that whole, “not going to get into any relationships thank you very much” mantra she’d been reciting to herself for the last few years was pretty much toast now.
    Oh, look, it’s spinning down the drain like so many discarded soap bubbles .
    “You might not be awake for long once we get you into the hot tub.”
    Robert’s voice sounded different, coming to her from beneath her. She thought she should at least make some effort to help him keep hold of her, so she managed to put her arms around his neck.
    Strong, soapy hands lathered her back and bottom, and then her legs. Her “Mmm” of pleasure elicited more smug-sounding masculine chuckles. Right at this exact moment it was kind of hard to mind that.
    Then David must have moved, because water sluiced over her back, rinsing her. The heat felt wonderful. Jillian sighed.
    “We won’t bother to dry her. We’ll just head straight to the tub,” Robert said.
    “I turned the towel racks on when I came in, so the towels will be ready for us when we want them.”
    David’s statement made Jillian giggle. “How did you turn on towel racks?” she asked. “Stroke them softly and say ‘hey, baby, you’re looking mighty shiny, there’?”
    “I think our sub is a little punch-drunk,” Robert said.
    David leaned in close to her. “Actually I said ‘come on, baby, give me your heat.’”
    Jillian laughed, delighted that David had been quick enough to come up with a comeback, and then she closed her eyes. She actually didn’t mind being carried at the moment, and she figured Robert was right, she was a little punch-drunk—or whatever you called it when you first pushed yourself way too far physically, and then had the best orgasm of your entire life.
    Likely tomorrow, when she felt rested and recovered, she’d look back on this afternoon’s misadventure in an entirely different light.
    At the moment she felt too sated, and too cosseted, to care.
    “Hang on to me just a bit longer, Jillian.”
    She moved automatically to do what Robert asked. In the next instant she sighed as very warm and lightly fragrant water enveloped her.
    “Oh, that feels wonderful.” She opened her eyes, and didn’t even mind when Robert slipped her off his lap to sit on the sculpted fiberglass bench, though she did like the sensation of skin on skin.
    “After you’ve soaked for a few minutes, we’ll dry you off and then work on massaging those legs, checking for knots.”
    “Okay. Thank you.” She guessed she should thank them, even if they had been rather domineering. No, dominant . She must try and remember that. Maybe she’d look that up on the Internet later tonight.
    “Jillian?”
    “Mmm?” Her eyes had drifted shut again. She figured her ears were open, and that was good enough.
    She guessed Robert disagreed when she felt his fingers on her chin, exerting pressure. She turned her head and opened her eyes, meeting his gaze.
    “You’re not to jog alone anymore, sweetie. David likes to run. He’ll go with