Free Naughty Wishes Part II by Joey W. Hill Page B

her, listening carefully to what it was they were trying to tell her so she’d know the best response to please or help,because that was what gave her joy.
    If she was napping on the couch and one of them came home, she’d start to get up, even if they hadn’t asked her to do anything. Interestingly, the men responded in similar ways to that ritual. A touch on her shoulder, a murmured command for her to stay where she was, that they were fine, that they didn’t need anything right now.
    On the surface they were supposed to be three roommates, equals sharing household chores and conducting separate lives, so there was no reason she needed to get up and do anything for them. Yet she hadn’t ever questioned why they said it that way, any more than she challenged her compulsion to try to get up. Both responses complemented her nature.
    She doubted Geoff had ever questioned it, either, for the same reason, but maybe Chris wasn’t aware of it. Which meant both of them might be responding to her in an intuitive way, playing on her nature as well as respecting their own, even if it might be unconscious.
    “I like to watch you sleep,”
Chris had told her one time when she’d woken that way. He’d then sat down in a chair to do just that. Though it should have made her self-conscious, it hadn’t. She’d fallen asleep under his gaze.
“I want you to rest,”
Geoff had told her another time.
“Taking care of the whole universe is hard work.”
He’d tugged her hair and gone to the table to work, but she’d sensed his eyes on her while she dozed.
    She did defer to them in subtle ways that Geoff understood and she couldn’t deny. So she’d listen to him. At least for today.
    It was about a thirty-minute drive to Naughty Bits. They took Sam’s car, Chrisin the passenger seat, Geoff’s handsome face in her rearview mirror as he tied up some loose ends at the office on his tablet. Chris fiddled with the radio, she and Geoff giving their usual opinions of the different musical selections. With matching groans, the guys vetoed the Taylor Swift song she wanted to hear, but Chris left it on that channel until the finish while she sang along. When it was over, he flipped it forward and found “Take It Easy” by the Little River Band. Chris cranked it up and they both sang along. Geoff tapped his fingers, accompanying the beat, though he had a frown line between his eyes as he read his email.
    Seeing it, Chris shot her a look. Sam nodded. He reached in the back and copped the tablet, fending off Geoff’s attempts to get it back with a patient look as he held him at bay with one long arm. “Asshole,” Geoff said. “All right, I’ll shut it down. Just let me finish that one email.”
    Chris grinned at her and handed it back. “We’re timing you,” Sam said. “One minute.”
    “Yeah, yeah.”
    Chris stayed half-turned in the seat, keeping an eye on Geoff, though Geoff shot him a look. “Do that again, I’ll break off a few fingers.”
    “Big talk.” Chris yawned. He had his hand propped against the seat, but now dropped it onto Sam’s thigh. When she shot a quick look his way, she found Chris studying her profile, that scrutiny increasing as he slid his hand up her thigh to the hem of her knit shirt, tunneling under it to trace her side and abdomen. He insinuated a finger into the waistband of her jeans, finding the band of her panties. He traced that, caressing her hipbone. While she could focus on her driving safely enough, his attention was undeniably diverting.
    Removing his touch from her jeans, he lifted his hand to her shoulder, one knuckle following the line of her throat. “Your pulse is jumping,” he noted. He played with the dip at her collarbone and teased her bra strap, finding it beneath the shirt. When he twisted a finger in the strap so the cup tightened over her breast, her hands flexed on the wheel. The stoplight ahead went to yellow, and she pressed the brake, her Honda and the cars ahead of her