Healing Pleasure (15 page)

“Where are my things?”

“You mean they’re not in there?” Brit’s drawl sounded as innocent as it could be.

Trey stifled a chuckle.

Her gaze slid from Brit to Trey and back again, her beautiful eyes narrowing. “
Why am I getting the feeling you had something to do with this, cowboy?”

It was the same question Brit had asked her that morning when he’d discovered his exercise equipment had gone missing. Obligingly, Brit gave her the same questioning answer. “Good instincts?”

Her eyes closed briefly as her shoulders rose and fell in a slow sigh. Slowly nodding her head, she walked back into the hallway. “All right. You got me back. Now, where are my things?”

“What happened to the please?” Brit teased her. “I damn sure gave you enough of them this morning.”

“Please.”

Brit pushed himself off the doorframe, twisted the knob on his door, and shoved it open. “They might be in there, but I’m not making any promises.”

Her luscious mouth worked as if she were chewing on a retort, but she didn’t bother to say it. Shooting another glance at Trey, she walked into Brit’s room.

Trey followed his friend inside, hooked his thumbs in the front pockets of his jeans when he stopped, and lifted a brow. “Something wrong, sugar?”

She turned a small circle at the foot of Brit’s bed, then faced him and planted her fisted hands on her slender hips. “Should I look in the closet or under the bed?”

“You can,” Trey said. “Or you can save us all some time and strip.”

“That was my intention. Except, seeing as how the two of you have done something with the bag I brought, I don’t have my nightgown.”

Trey remembered her cock-teasing nightgown all too well. “Sugar, if that thing you were wearing last night is what you’re looking for, you might as well give up. I could see straight through it. So could Trent and Bobby, though they were gentlemen enough not to stare.”

Her cheeks turned a beautiful shade of red at that. She shot a pointed glance down her front and shrugged. “Then I guess I’ll be sleeping in my clothes tonight.”

“Guess again, darlin’,” Brit drawled. “You’ll be taking those off for us now.”

She stared at both of them and didn’t move a muscle. Trey could all but see the wheels turning in her gorgeous head. “I’ve already stripped for you once today. I believe it’s your turn.”

Trey saw the muscle in Brit’s jaw jump once. He knew the man wasn’t getting angry with her, but there was only so much defiance Brit would take from his woman before he resorted to discipline.

“Do you remember what I told you in the pond, sugar?”

She swallowed visibly. “I remember.”

Trey nodded once. “And you told me you understood what would happen tonight, what we would expect of you, and that you would obey without question.”

“I’m not questioning anything. I’m simply stating a point. I stripped for both you outside the pond. You stripped for me before you joined me. He chose not to get in the water even though the swim had been his idea in the first place.”

Damn, he loved her spirit. She would do what they’d told her to do. He didn’t doubt that, but he found himself enjoying her little show of disobedience. She’d submit in bed, but she wouldn’t let anyone run her life.

“She’s got a point, man,” he told Brit and bit back a grin at the ammo that shot out of the man’s eyes when he looked at him.

“Meet me halfway on this one,” Lena cajoled. “Something tells me you’re not going to be a good boy in this room tonight and I may not get a chance to look my fill once the two of you get your hands on me.”

She definitely had a point there. Trey had no intentions of blindfolding her tonight, but he did plan to make her feel pleasures that would turn her sight hazy and cloud her mind with sheer ecstasy.

Brit wordlessly moved to the foot of the bed and sat to take off his shoes. When he reached for the tennis shoe on his right foot, Lena’s hands fell to her sides and she took a step closer to him.

“Do you need some help?”

Brit pinned her with a look Trey had seen on the man’s face plenty of times. It was the look he gave women when they engaged in playtime at the club, one that generally had any sub’s gaze falling to the floor. “Back up, fold your hands in front of you, and look your fill.”

A flicker of surprise moved through her face, almost immediately washed away by a wave of vixen anticipation. She obeyed, her attention focused on Brit as the man pulled off his shoes, then stood and stripped himself naked.

“Is that what you wanted, Lena?”

* * * *

Yes. Sweet mother of God, it was exactly what she wanted, every hard toned, deeply tanned, magnificently large inch of him.

Unable to find her voice, Lena nodded as her gaze dropped to his feet and slowly climbed back up. She drank in his body like a beverage that was too hot to guzzle down. Her hands tingled to touch, her mouth watered to taste, and her pussy grew drenched with need.

“What are you doing?”

She froze, her gaze shooting up to lock with his when she realized she’d moved from where he’d told her to stand. She licked her lips as her heart pounded, wicked desires shimmering through her veins. “I want to taste you.”

“I suppose you think I owe you that, too, seeing as how I got my taste of you by the pond?”

Well, when he put it that way…“Come to think of it, yes.”

“Think again, darlin’. When I’m ready to shove my dick in your hot little mouth, I’ll tell you.”

Disappointment made her frown, but she decided not to argue. She’d likely get her way in any case. Letting him chose the moment would be more exciting anyway. She shifted her attention to Trey. “Your turn, lemon drop.”

Trey held her gaze, his eyes flashing with a warning he didn’t put to voice. Without show or design, he pulled off his clothes and tossed them to the floor.

Though she’d seen him naked mere hours ago, that memory did absolutely nothing to prevent the effect from totally devastating her system. In a word, he was gorgeous! They both were. Long and lean and muscular and so damn sexy everything inside her kicked into a mosh pit of lusty needs and unspeakable wants.

Comfortable with his body, Trey stood there and let her stare until she was on the verge of panting, drooling, or begging. Hell, she figured it would be long before he and Brit would have her doing all three.

“Problem, sugar?” Trey’s lips quirked, mischief lighting his face as he cocked a brow and studied her.

Pure arrogance. God, she loved that in a man.

Liked
, she quickly corrected herself. She liked arrogance in a man. No way could she allow herself to think any other “L” word when she looked at him or Brit.

“A couple of very big ones,” she admitted and let her gaze lock on his cock. Her cheeks heated, but she forced herself to continue. “You told me in the pond that both of you were going to make love to me at the same time tonight.”

“I told you that after you told me it’s what you want,” he reminded her.

She nodded, gulped, and shot a glance at Brit’s cock before meeting Trey’s gaze. “I did.” She couldn’t deny it, any more than she could deny the burning in her body to experience being with two men at once. “I just…”

“Spit it out, darlin’.” Brit’s order was equal parts commanding and gentle and gave her the courage to go on.

“Will you both fit?” She’d had Trey inside her pussy, but not Brit. Trey’s cock alone was a thick wedge of supreme hardness that had stretched her pussy beyond her imagination. She’d had her fingers around Brit’s cock last night and had marveled at how she’d barely been able to make a fist around his shaft, let alone how gloriously long it had been.

She half expected them to laugh at her. She never expected Trey to close the distance between them and pull her into his arms.

“We’ll fit and you’ll love it. It’s our job to make sure you do.” He kissed the tip of her nose, lingered there for a long moment, and then released her, taking a step back. “Strip.”

That command left no room for argument and she didn’t bother to try. She removed her clothes with hands that shook, all the while tamping down the urge to fidget. It was far different than when she’d taken off her clothes for them by the pond. This time, she knew exactly what was in store for her. Well, not
exactly
, but she had a good enough idea that it sent her system into a riot of dark desires and wicked trepidation.

Though she was as comfortable with her body as Trey and Brit seemed to be, she found it harder to stand there while their heated gazes raked her naked flesh. She wanted to squirm as her entire body flamed. She wanted to close her eyes so she wouldn’t see them looking at her. She’d done this before, not with two men, but one. She’d been embarrassed then, too, but she didn’t remember being this insanely horny.

“Finger your pussy.”

Her gaze snapped to Brit’s and a retort started to roll from her lips before she stopped to think. “Isn’t that—”

“I gave you an order, Lena.”

Her head spun and her pulse hastened even as Brit’s harsh tone sent whips of wicked need slashing across her breasts, pussy, and ass. She took a deep breath, slipped a finger between her sodden folds, and closed her eyes.

“Eyes open, sugar,” Trey told her. “We want to see the pleasure you’re giving yourself.”

Pretending she was alone in her bed with her legs spread and eyes closed as she fantasized about being touched, she opened her eyes, met Trey’s gaze, and fingered her pussy.

“Damn, that’s fucking beautiful.”

Something about the approval in Trey’s rusty tone coupled with the look in his green eyes calmed her nerves. She got into it, delving her finger deep in her sodden channel, using the pad of her hand to apply pressure to her throbbing clit.

“Stop.” Brit softened the order when her fingers obediently stilled in her pussy. “That’s enough for now, darlin’.”

Like hell it was. She wanted to give out an order of her own and demand one of them touch her. Her nipples throbbed, begging to be sucked and pinched. Her clit pleaded for more pressure. Her pussy screamed to be filled. But, instead of making any of that known, she eased her finger from her pussy and brought her hand to hang at her side.

Trey retraced his earlier steps, drawing her into his arms once more. He hooked a finger beneath her chin, lifting her face and forcing her to meet his gaze. “I’m going to ask you something and I want complete honesty. Do you understand?”

She melted against him, absorbing the heat of his solid body against her more pliant curves, loving the way she fit so perfectly against him. “Yes.”

“You follow our orders well.” His expression softened with the pleasure she heard in his tone. “You have a defiant streak, but we like that in a woman.”

Lena couldn’t help but smile at that.

“Submitting comes naturally to some women, but many have to be trained to obey their men.”

Her smile faded and, though she couldn’t turn her head because he continued to hold her chin, she averted her gaze, fearing the impending question.

“Have you been trained, Lena?”

No, she wouldn’t answer that. She couldn’t. She didn’t want to talk about that right now. “It’s coming naturally.”

Brit moved in behind her, laced his fingers in the hairs at her nape, and tugged her chin out of Trey’s hand as he turned her head toward him. “Look at me.”

She swallowed, opened her eyes, and found herself staring into a darkened pool of lust and more tenderness than she’d witnessed in his eyes before.

“You’re fibbing again.” Though his tone held a gentleness, she didn’t miss the outlining warning. “Don’t do that now. Not about this.”

“Yes, I’ve been trained some.” Her heart ached at the admission even as he pounded rapid-fire against her breastbone.

Brit released her hair and his fingers danced over her nape to her shoulder.

“Did he hurt you?”

Trey’s question drew her attention back to him. “What do you mean?”

A bolt of amusement shot through his eyes. “Did he hurt you in ways you didn’t enjoy?”

“No.” She said the words without hesitation, but that didn’t stop the cloud of disbelieve from darkening Trey’s handsome face. “I enjoyed everything he did to me for the short time we were together.”

Brit’s body stiffened behind her. “Are you still in love with this guy?”

Lena felt herself smile. “I was never in love with him to start with. Now, can we please drop this conversation and move on. I’m concerned I’m not going to be able to handle two men at once. I know I can’t do it if I have a third shadow looming over me.”

She could tell by the look on Trey’s face that he didn’t want to let the subject go. He stared at her for so long she started to fear he might push it. Then he finally nodded once, his gaze shifted to meet Brit’s over her head, and he jerked his head toward the bed.

The comfort and warmth of Brit’s body left her and she shivered in Trey’s embrace as Brit moved away.

Trey kissed her forehead. “You belong to us now.”

She did? Her eyes widened as she stared at him, the predatory possession in their depths causing her juices to flow faster even as her heart stilled. Surely he hadn’t meant it the way it had sounded, as if she belonged to them for more than just tonight.