Green Broke Woman (18 page)

She flinched when a rough palm slid over her
shoulder and smoothed down the curve of her lower back.

“And that's just Jake touching you back
there,” Travis informed her gently.

“I can't see.” Her whisper shook with the
telltale signs of fear.

“You don't have to see us, Kayla,” Jake said
from an angle behind her as he fondled the hump of her ass. “Just listen to our
voices. We won't hurt you.”

Keith took her hand in his and kissed each
fingertip with a feather-light touch of his lips. “We're not him, baby. We love
you.”

Hearing their voices helped, but they were
painfully erect from what she'd seen a few seconds ago. How could they just
innocently wash her without jabbing certain things into certain places? Hell,
all fears aside, how could she keep from getting wet and achy with men like
that putting their hands all over her body in a supposedly pure shower session?

Travis and Keith each led her by the hand and
guided her into the shower with them, and Jake followed behind her, rubbing
soothing circles into her back. The jets of hot water came on and sprayed onto
their stark naked bodies.

Keith brushed a tendril of hair near her
temple. “Are you
gonna
be okay if we wash you?”

Kayla nodded, peeking over at Travis and his
arched brow that said “What's that now?”

She managed a small smile. “Yes, Sir, I'll be
fine. I want your hands on me.”

Travis shampooed her hair and worked up a
good lather while Jake and Keith scrubbed and soaped up her body.

Keith knelt to rub the soapy washcloth over
her legs, and she stiffened. “Spread your legs, Kayla.”

She hesitated, obeying him when he cleared
his throat. Having him
wash
her legs felt good, but
the close proximity to her mound was disconcerting.

“Jake tells us you came with a vibrator in
the orchard,” Keith said bluntly.

She pinned her narrowed eyes to Jake, who
grinned shamelessly. “We don't keep secrets from each other, pet. We understand
you'll have a different relationship with each of us, but that don't mean we
want you pitting us against each other.”

Travis sounded annoyed. “Said the man who
went against what I said and screwed her in the orchard.”

Jake winked down at her. “Your method is to
take it slow, and mine is to push. What's your game plan, Keith?”

Keith cupped her
mons
with the sudsy washcloth, studying her face closely from his kneeling position.
Kayla gasped, feeling a cold shock chill her before warm rivulets of need
rippled through her. His hand rested on the tender flesh between her thighs.

“Wherever the wind blows, brother,” Keith answered,
still looking up at her as he started to rub her nude skin with the cloth. “You
let me know if it gets to be too much.”

The need or the fear?
“Yes, Sir.”

Travis appeared contemplative as he worked
his fingers in her sudsy hair. “Were you afraid when the vibe got you off?”

She blushed, surprised by the warm surge of
nectar that flowed from her pussy at Keith's gentle caresses on her sex. “No.”

“But you were afraid when I put my mouth on
you?” Travis asked.

“I'm not afraid of you, just ... of that.”

“Tilt your head back.”

Hot water washed over her head and cascaded
through her soaped up hair in a cozy waterfall of heat.

Jake soaped up her crack, making her jump.
“Relax. I'm just washing my pretty little asshole.”

A flush of heat swept over her face.

“You're still wearing the plug,” he noted
with a strong chord of satisfaction in his voice. “Good girl. Are you ready for
a bigger one?”

Her eyes widened.

“Eventually we want to ass-fuck you,” Jake
replied tactlessly as he eased the butt plug out of her.

The exit made her flinch as her rectum bade
farewell to the tapered buddy. “Oh.”

Travis dowsed her hair with more hot water
from the cup. It looked like one of those big movie-themed cups from Burger
King or wherever. She'd loved drinking out of those when she was younger.

“We won't do that until you're ready for it,”
Travis told her.

“Thanks.”

Keith took his precious time about rubbing
the soap into her folds. “Are you ovulating, Kayla?”

Her cheeks burned, and her pussy oozed even
more all over the doting cloth. “No. Why?”

A crooked grin curved his lips in a sexy way
that made her wetter. “No reason.”

Smug
bastard.

“We'll get back to the anal sex in a minute,”
Travis said. “Do you ever touch yourself, Kayla?”

God, why all these probing questions? Were
they trying to make her blush? Or get damp so she'd want them? Like they had to
do anything but stand there. She always wanted them.

“Not for a long time,” she answered, biting
her lower lip when that delicious bastard Keith
seesawed
the so-called innocent cloth over her sensitive clit.

“So it's not orgasm that has you scared stiff
or even men touching and screwing you that makes you afraid,” Travis mused.
“It's having someone touch you there.”

“Not touch,” Keith contradicted, strumming a
finger through her damp slit, making her eyes close and her breathing grow
faint. “She's more than fine being touched. It's having a man's mouth on her
that freaks her out, or having him stand behind her.”

He'd hit the nail on the head.

“Isn't that right, Kayla?” Keith asked.

She nodded, feeling even more undressed.

“How are you supposed to answer us, pet?”
Jake asked sternly.

“Yes, Sir.”

He planted a kiss on her shoulder, sounding
pleased when she shivered. “Good girl.”

Travis ran his big, slick hand over her cheek
and gazed into her eyes. “Did Beck put his mouth on you when you didn't want
him to?”

Kayla nodded before remembering to respond.
“Yes, Sir.”

She squealed when Jake stuck his damned finger
up her ass. They steadied her with their hands.

“Calm down, baby. I'm just washing your ass,”
he told her. “I'm not
gonna
fuck you there ... tonight.”

Oh God!

Travis searched her with knowing blue rays
that seemed to shine down into her soul. “Did Beck fuck you back there?”

He obviously already knew the answer. She
heaved a sigh.
“Yeah.”

“He used lube, right?” Jake asked.

“Yes ... Sir.”

Beck had, but Slade hadn't a few times just
to hurt her.

“Did it hurt?” Keith asked.

They were under the impression that only Beck
had used her, and she wanted to keep it that way. They might not want a virgin,
but she doubted they wanted a slut either.

“Sometimes.
But nothing beyond what I could handle.”

“Who else used you back there, Kayla?” Travis
asked.

The question hit her like a ton of bricks. “What?”

“I was beginning to wonder that myself,” Jake
chimed in as he split her butt cheeks and rinsed her crack and anus with the
cup of water.

Oh crap, they're onto me. How
the heck could they tell?

“What makes you think there was more than one
person?” she asked as innocently as she could.

Travis eyed her knowingly. “I know there was.
You don't act the same when you talk about Beck as you do when you talk about
the things that haunt you. He may have used you, but he didn't hurt you. I can
tell when you talk about him that you resent him, but when you talk about the
being eaten out and ass-fucked and get that petrified look in your eyes, you're
not talking about him. You're talking about someone else.”

Her eyes fell. She'd forgotten how good
Travis was at reading people.

“Keith, I think her pussy is clean, you
freak,” Jake teased.

Keith moved her so the steamy spray hit her
cunt and washed the suds away. He opened her cleft so the jets streamed onto
her sex lips and rinsed them thoroughly. The angle stoked the embers of
arousal, but no flames emerged from the coals in light of the way Travis's eyes
burned into her bowed skull.

He hooked a thick finger under her jaw and
turned her face up to his. “I want to know who hurt you. Tell me his name.”

Slade, Bruce Callaghan—there were so many of
them,
and some had never given her their names. How could
she look at the men she loved and tell them about all the men who had used her?

She'd gotten another test done earlier.
Travis had told her it was too soon to take another one, but she'd insisted on
it and the results were negative again. She must not have the disease. But why
that one positive result? Was it a mistake like Travis suggested, or had Beck
used the lie of a disease to control her? The thought turned her stomach and
made her hate him even more.

Well, it was clear she wasn't getting out of
this. Maybe if she told them about Slade they wouldn't suspect there had been
anyone else.

“Beck hired someone as a bodyguard for me,”
Kayla began, trying to decide just how much she should tell them. “Slade used
to hurt me when I wouldn't listen or I'd try to escape.”

“What do you mean by hurt you?” Keith asked.

Her mind fought to shut out the memories. “He
was a sadist. Glean what you will from that. Beck let him use me.”

“Is he the reason you hate oral and anal sex
so much?” Jake asked, working something cold and slick into her puckered hole.

Her muscles tensed, fighting her effort to
trust his promise not to stick his cock there tonight. “Yeah, he was really
rough back there and really gross about going down on me.”

“Did he use lubricant?” Jake asked, still
scissoring his digits in the surrounding anal tissues.

“Sometimes.”

Travis kissed her head, and Keith wrapped his
arms around her waist, still kneeling. Their patience and sympathy warmed her.

“No one's
gonna
hurt you anymore, girl,” Travis promised. “You're safe now.”

“Can you touch yourself, Kayla?” Keith asked.
“Let us watch you. I want to know if you can do it without flashbacks.”

She shrugged.
“Probably.”

“Do it,” Keith ordered.

The command sent a shiver of thrilling lust
down her spine as she rubbed the swollen rosebud, coating it with her moist
desire. It took a bit with them staring at her like that and Keith's face about
three inches from her sex, but she finally climaxed.

“Eyes open, Kayla,” Travis commanded.

Their hungry stares made her shy, but the
vulnerability and being able to see that it was them made her feel hot and safe
as the pleasure enveloped her.

“Beautiful,” they remarked in soft voices.

“Breathe easy, baby,” Jake coaxed as the
silicone crown of something nudged against her prepped anus. Slowly he inched
the noticeably larger plug into her asshole.

Her legs locked, and she clung to Travis's
hand and Keith's. “Jake?”

“I'm here, pet. Just stay calm.”

She sucked in a bunch of air at the gentle
brush of the cloth in motion on her pulsing clitoris. The soapy material
lightly scraped against her bundle of nerves, enticing it to the edge.

“Come for me, baby,” Keith whispered against
her heated, wet skin.

The tingles intensified and exploded into a
sensational storm of fire and pleasure. Her clit felt helpless as heat and
sensitivity crackled in and on it. The feel of the cloth grinding effortlessly
against her tingly flesh and the gentle pressure of his finger manipulating it
made her tremble with arousal.

She shuddered violently when his lips
imprinted a kiss on her labia when the finale had settled. He rinsed her pussy
off and dusted her sex with kisses. The intimate touch of his lips was sweet,
but when his tongue dipped into her slit, disturbing memories were jarred and
all hell broke loose. Their eyes on her only made the panic attack worse. She
closed her eyes, taking deep breaths and mentally telling herself to chill out.

“Kayla, if you want us to stop we will,”
Travis promised.

“I'm fine. I can handle this.”

Those experienced bimbos would have nothing
on her. She would be the best the
Langleys
ever had.

A low growl of carnal lust rumbled in Keith.
She knew it was him, but…

“Keith, stop.” Travis sounded concerned.

“No. Keep going. I'm fine,” she insisted.

Keith's tongue dipped into her damp interior.
He grunted, and she felt her wetness sluicing over his invasive tongue. He
groaned perversely and fucked the hot, slick muscle into her, making her feel
wet and dirty. The soft, sucking sounds of his slurping her fluids was the
final straw.