Free Passion's Fury (The Doms of Passion Lake Book 2) by Julie Shelton

all the rest of it.  How does that sound?”
    “Too good to be true,” she answered candidly.
    “Is there anything we can get you?” Caleb asked.  “Something to eat, perhaps?”
    “Are you kidding?  After that breakfast I just ate, I’m not going to be hungry for a week!”
    Simon laughed.  “Oh, I think once you get a whiff of Katie’s Barbecue, your appetite will perk up.”
    “You know what I’d really like?” Kylie asked.
    “What?”
    “I’d like to brush my teeth.  And I’d kill for a shower.  I haven’t had one since Friday morning.  I must smell like a goat.”
    “You smell like a sexy, delectable woman,” Simon assured her.  “And you can’t take a shower.  You can’t stand on your feet and you can’t get them wet.”
    “She can shower sitting down,” Ash suggested.  “We can put her feet in plastic bags and put her in my shower.  It has that big bench and the hand-held.”
    “How does that sound to you, darlin’?” Simon asked, ducking his head to place a kiss on her temple.
    “Like absolute heaven,” Kylie said.  “I can’t wait to get clean.  I feel really grungy.”
    “Great.  I’ll get the plastic bags.”  Caleb turned and headed for the kitchen.
    “Get some duct tape, too,” Ash called after him.
    Simon lowered the footrest and scooted forward in the chair.  Ash bent down and plucked her from Simon’s lap.  “C’mon, baby, let’s get you upstairs and into the shower.”  He headed for the grand mahogany staircase in the foyer.  At the top, he turned left, carrying her along a balcony, down a short hall, and straight into a large, masculine bedroom, decorated in shades of deep blue and chocolate brown.  “This is my bedroom,” Ash murmured.  “My shower is the largest, except for the master, and it has a built-in bench so you can sit down.”
    Ash’s bathroom was gorgeous.  The glass-enclosed shower, large enough for four people, had all natural stone tiles, some with fossilized plants and animals, and antique bronze fittings, featuring multiple shower heads, including a hand-held.  Light streamed in through two high windows, as well as a skylight.  By this time both Caleb and Simon had caught up with them.  Ash deposited her on the seat and took down the hand-held, placing it on the bench to her right.  To her left he placed a folded washcloth, a dish holding the bar of soap Kylie had purchased at Walmart, along with the bottle of shampoo she had also purchased.  Caleb went down on one knee on the tiled floor and gently removed her socks and unwound the gauze wrapped around her feet.  “Wow, Kylie, these look really painful.”  He held up each foot to let Ash see the extent of the damage. 
    “Aww, baby, no wonder your feet hurt,” Ash said.
    “Don’t worry, sugar,” Caleb added, “we’ll get you better.  And we’ll keep you safe while we’re doin’ it.”
    To Kylie’s utter surprise, both men bent forward and placed gentle kisses to the bottom of each foot.  The tenderness of the gestures touched her heart like nothing she’d ever known.  Crap, she’d never known men like these, uber-macho, yet not afraid to be tender and caring.  It would be so easy to just let go and let them look after her.
    Caleb eased a soft plastic bag onto each foot, taping them around her ankles with gray tape, looking up at her with a grin.  “Duct tape” he intoned, holding up the roll in one hand and pointing to it with the other, like a pitch man in a commercial. “Use number one hundred and ninety-seven.  Taping bags to feet.  I’d use bandage tape, but it doesn’t keep out water all that well.  I don’t want to pull off skin when I take this off, so be quick and don’t use really hot water.”  He stood.  “Do you need help undressing?” he smirked.
    “Uhhh, no, I think I can handle that part myself.”  She nearly laughed at the disappointed looks on all three faces. Such blatant admiration from three such hunky men