Free Becca Van by Three to the Rescue

clothes. Okay?” Seton asked.
    “Okay.”
    “Come on then, I’ll help you.” Seton rose to his feet, taking her with him.
    “I can shower by myself. I just need help getting to the bathroom,” Janie said.
    “I know you can, Janie, but I don’t want you hurting yourself by knocking into something or slipping over,” Seton replied and then set her on her feet. He kept his hands on her waist until she was steady, and then she heard the shower start. Next hands were on her, divesting her of her clothes. She opened her mouth to argue but closed her lips, knowing it was futile and Seton would have his way. Plus it would take her twice as long to do everything, since she couldn’t see. Sighing with frustration, she lifted her arms in silent compliance and hoped her eyes would hurry the hell up and heal. She hated feeling so damn helpless, even if it did mean she had a reason to stay close to Seton.
    When she was naked, Seton guided her into the shower stall and climbed in after her. His chest rubbed against her back, and she realized that he was naked. What she wouldn’t give to be able to see right now. Her breath hitched in her throat as she envisaged his muscular physique, and she cursed mentally once more. She so wanted to be able to open her eyes, turn around, and drink in the sight of him. There would be time enough for that later, she knew, but damn, she hated missed opportunities.
    “Tip your head back, Janie,” Seton commanded quietly after her hair was wet. “I don’t want to get shampoo into your eyes.”
    She did as she was told and groaned when he began to wash her hair. Janie loved having her scalp massaged and sighed when her body began to relax from his ministrations. All the tension left her. When he’d finished, he rinsed her hair thoroughly and then used the conditioner. She bit her lip when his hands began to smooth over her skin as he washed her, because he was beginning to make her body yearn. Her muscles softened even more as his hands ran over her breasts, ribs, stomach, and lower still. She couldn’t prevent a moan from escaping as he washed her pussy and down over her thighs. Shifting slightly, she sighed and wiggled her hips when she felt his hard cock pressing into the small of her back.
    He ignored her invitation and turned her around to face him to wash her back. Janie wanted to scream with frustration but knew that wouldn’t get her anywhere. Come on, girl, use your head as well as your body. You love these men, and you aren’t letting them get away from you again.
    Moving forward, she slumped against Seton’s chest. Her breasts felt swollen and her nipples were hard little nubs, so sensitive to the hair on his chest abrading the tips. Without thought, she wrapped her hand around his hot, hard flesh. He flinched, the muscles in his body growing tauter, but he just continued washing her as if she didn’t have her hand on his cock.
    Okay, Mr. Macho Man, let’s see how long you can ignore me. Janie gripped his cock harder and began to run her hand up and down the length of his shaft. She knew he wasn’t indifferent to her. She could hear him panting, and he was as tense as a spring. But still he ignored her. Well, I’ll just see about that, buster.
    Janie quickly dropped to her knees and took the head of his cock into her mouth. She gave a semblance of a smile when he groaned and was about to take him deeper, but he grabbed her under her arms and pulled her to her feet.
    “What do you think you’re doing?”
    “I would have thought that was obvious.”
    “Don’t get sassy with me, sugar. You might bite off more than you can chew,” he warned.
    “Maybe I want to.”
    “God, Janie, you can’t even see. How can you think of sex when you’re still hurting?”
    “I don’t hurt that much.”
    “I’m not letting you do something that could end up getting you hurt, sugar,” Seton stated and turned the water off. “Come on, let’s get you dried off and dressed. You need