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

her head.
    “Okay.  Go ahead and get dressed and we’ll take you downstairs, re-bandage your feet and talk.”
    Talk.  Hmmm.  That could either be very, very good…or very, very bad.  “Okay.  We’ll talk.”
    She watched them leave, her mouth watering at their identical, gorgeous asses, flexing against tight jeans.  Her belly clenched.  Geez, these men were hot!  As soon as she was alone, she pushed aside the towels and put her feet through her underpants, pulling them up one buttock at a time.  She did the same with her khaki shorts.  Next came the bra and her knit tee.  “Okay, guys, I’m ready.”
    Caleb came back in and knelt in front of her, unmindful of the wet floor beneath his knees.  Being very careful not to pull on her skin, he removed the duct tape and the plastic bags.  Then he picked her up and carried her out of the bathroom, passing a grinning Simon, who squeezed into the room behind them.  “He drew the short straw for cleanup duty tonight,” Caleb remarked and Kylie felt a sudden surge of remorse.
    “God, I’m so sorry to be such a bother.  I could’ve picked up my own clothes.”
    “Nonsense.  We are enjoyin’ lookin’ after you.
    A girl could definitely get used to this, she thought, hooking her arms around Caleb’s neck.  Without stopping to think, she nuzzled her face against his skin, breathing in his scent.  Musky.  Earthy.  Pure, primal male.
    “Christ, sugar, you are one sweet little bundle,” he murmured as he started down the stairs.
    “You mean one sweet big bundle.”
    “Ah, yes.  Simon mentioned you had a problem with the way you look.  You need to quit thinkin’ like that, sugar, and you need to stop disparagin’ yourself, because we have no problem with you whatsoever.  To us, you’re perfect.”
    “I’m a size sixteen!” she wailed.  “Well, at least the top half of me is a size sixteen.  The bottom half is a size ten.  But that’s big by most standards.”
    “I heard that,” Ash said, emerging from the living room.  “No more remarks like that, young lady,” he said with mock sternness, “or there will be consequences.
    Consequences?  Holy fuck!  “You’re kidding, right?”
    He just gave her a mysterious little half smile, glancing up at Simon who was coming down the stairs behind them.  “I never kid about consequences.  Just don’t say you weren’t warned.  C’mon, let’s go sit down.  We’ll bandage your feet while we talk.”
    They entered the living room and Caleb sat down at the left end of the sofa with her sideways in his lap.  Ash sat at the opposite end and Simon sat in the middle, lifting Kylie’s feet into his lap and examining her wounds.  “They still look a little angry around the edges,” he said, “but there’s no sign of infection and some of the shallower cuts are beginning to form scabs.  I think Doc will be pleased when he sees you in four days’ time.”  He tore the paper off a roll of gauze and they all watched as he began wrapping it around her left foot and ankle, tucking the end into the top of the dressing.  “Is that too tight, darlin’?” he asked.
    She shook her head.  “No, it’s good.”
    When he finished wrapping her right foot, he sat back, keeping her feet in his lap.  Ash scooted forward so he could see her better, resting his elbows on his knees.  Caleb palmed the side of her head and pulled her gently against his chest, tucking her head under his chin.  “Okay, sweet thing.  Tell us about yourself.  Any brothers or sisters?”
    “Nope.  I was an only child.  My father was a preacher, an extreme fundamentalist, who was a strict believer in corporal punishment.  He spanked me every night, no matter what I had done or didn’t do.  And if I really did something to rile him, he’d beat me with his belt, then lock me in a dark closet.” A shudder ran through her entire body, from her shoulders to her feet, remembering how hard she’d struggled against