Take Her to HeVan (Nephilim Book 6) (32 page)

“Yes, we’ll make sure of it. In addition to helping her, we’ll be hunting down her stalker. He needs to be brought to justice or he’ll perpetuate his crimes on another,” said Markus.

“I don’t know what I can do to help. However, I can always use helpers in my landscaping business. If you want to send me someone from another part of the country, I can help them get settled in and give them a job. Until I started talking to your guys, I hadn’t realized how epidemic are crimes against women,” said Gary.

Markus put a hand on Gary’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

“Thank you. You and the others we’ve met in the last two days have become true friends. I’ll take down your contact information
—
you never know. Now, you should speak to Sarah; her ex-partner lives in San Francisco. As far as I know, the man has no partner,” Markus said with a wink.

The party continued well into the night. It was a diverse group that had come together. They had a common goal and cemented bonds of friendship that would remain for years.

Marla was having a great time at her wedding reception so she tried to hide her aches and pains. Her new friends had been careful to bring her clothes that weren’t tight around the chest. Unfortunately, she was one of those women who needed to wear a bra. She was tiring quickly and the soreness in her chest was getting worse. Still, this was her wedding reception, and she wasn’t going to let her bruises ruin it.

Currently, she was in the bathroom. She’d hidden herself in a stall to pee and she also wanted to rest for a minute. For the moment, she didn’t feel the need to smile and put on a happy face. She leaned against the wall of the stall and closed her eyes, thankful that Karlo and Charl hadn’t insisted on coming in with her. She was surprised at the roominess of the stall until she remembered this was a gay bar. Quickly sitting up straight, she held back a moan as she checked out the panel she’d been resting her head on moments ago. Blessedly clean, though she no longer felt the need to rest, just be here.

After washing her hands, she opened the door and her guys were right there, waiting for her, along with a line of women.

“Why didn’t you let them come in?” she asked them as the ladies quickly entered the bathroom behind her.

“I could tell you needed a minute alone. Are you ready to leave?” asked Karlo.

“Yes, I am. Why don’t we sneak out? I don’t want to ruin the party for everyone else.”

“Whatever you want; you can rest in the limo until we can get you to bed,” added Charl.

“Bed, mm…mm, that sounds perfect,” she said, trying to sound sexy and only sounding tired.

The two men exchanged a look over her head. Taking care of her needs was the most important thing to them. Neither of them intended for her to do anything harder than lifting her fork to eat until she was fully healed. If she let them, they’d feed her too. They didn’t intend to let her out of their sight for the next ten or twenty years after nearly losing her.

Karlo took Marla back to the table while Charl made arrangements with one of the limo drivers to take them back to the hotel before returning. Within fifteen minutes, they were speeding out of Denver and heading back to Boulder. Marla took advantage of the long seats to stretch out on her back. The driver was the same guy from the night she was taken, so he was careful to give her a smooth ride. The gentle sway of the limo, combined with the pain pills Markus had her take before she left, had her falling asleep. Markus also reminded her that he would stop by and give her a treatment the next day. She was still receiving gene therapy to make sure her cancer didn’t come back.

When they arrived back at the hotel, she woke up as Karlo was carrying her inside. He didn’t realize he was pinching one of her bruises.

“I can walk, you know,” she said, while carefully rearranging her girls so they weren’t as squished.

She had tried to move without anyone noticing. They noticed. They saw everything.

“Are you alright? Did I hurt you?” Karlo asked, standing in the middle of the lobby, forcing people coming in behind them to go around. He placed her on her feet, afraid now to touch her at all.

“I’m fine. Or as fine as I’m going to be for a little bit. You didn’t do anything to me,” she said.

She was done with this whole bruised and battered thing. She wasn’t going to let it ruin her wedding night. This wasn’t the memory she wanted to remember for the rest of her life and tell her children about.

By this time, Charl had paid the limo driver for the rest of the night and entered the hotel. “Shall we go up now?” he asked.

Marla turned and headed to the elevator. She held one arm loosely around her chest so the girls didn’t bounce around as much when she walked. She didn’t speak, she was busy thinking how to seduce her husbands. Oh, she’d seen the worry in their eyes. They were both so afraid of hurting her, they were afraid to touch her.
Well, they were just going to have to get over that!

Marla was a stubborn woman, and she wanted a wedding night filled with orgasms
—
hers. Because she loved her
Ankida
, they could have some, too
—
more for her, of course.

When they finally reached the suite, Charl spoke first. “Would you like to take a bath? We could put some soothing bath oils into the water.”

“The spa jets would probably help with the bruising,” Karlo added.

Marla was only listening to them with half an ear. She had noticed a gift basket on the table and wanted to see what was in it. Picking up the card, she saw the basket was filled with essential oils and a few other things with seduction in mind.

Marla,

Ask your guys to give you a massage (they learn a special one on HeVan). Have them use the lotion in the plain tube for your chest. It will help with your bruising. I hope this night is everything you ever wished it could be. Sleep in, and then you can give us the nitty-gritty on all your “O’s” tomorrow.

Becky, Sarah, and Tammy

“Hey, guys, look at what we got. Becky, Sarah, and Tammy left us some stuff. They think you should give me a massage. They even gave us some special lotion to use,” Marla said as she turned to her
Ankida
and showed them the note and the basket.

Charl smiled. Now he understood something that Marcus had said to him earlier. Karlo was also smiling. The
Kuan Haddis
, a female pleasure massage, was the perfect idea.

“Do you want only the massage or would you like to soak for a bit first? Charl and I would be happy to join you in the tub,” Karlo said to her as he jiggled his eyebrows up and down.

Going back over what they had been saying since they all walked in, she quickly agreed. Karlo had her relax on the couch looking over the gifts in the basket, as well as a few others he brought over from the credenza, while Charl went into the bathroom to turn on the water.

By the time the bath was ready Marla had oohed and aahed over some pretty gifts that had been left in the room. The short nap she’d had in the limo was enough to revive her. She knew Charl and Karlo were intending to pamper her, and she was going to let them. At the same time, she was going to insist on those O’s, for all of them!

When she walked into the bathroom, she saw that Charl had stayed busy while the spa tub had been filling. He had lit dozens of candles and placed them around the room. A few of them were scented so the air was lightly perfumed.

Those scents blended with the subtle lavender aroma coming from the spa. Charl was already undressed. He reached to help Marla remove her clothes so she wouldn’t feel any discomfort. Karlo took off his own garments and, after quickly folding them and placing them on the counter, he helped his brother with Marla. Karlo stepped into the spa tub so Charl could hand Marla to him. He didn’t want her to try to get in and out of the deep tub on her own.

For the rest of their lives, he and his brother would always do whatever was necessary to make sure Marla was safe and happy. Never again would she have bruises like these on her beautiful soft skin, he vowed. When she turned her head in his direction, he smiled and kissed her nose.

“Just relax and let the heat and the jets soothe you. I’ll wash your hair,” Karlo said.

“Mmm,” was the only response Marla could make.

The three of them took up most of the room in the four-person spa. But there was enough room for Karlo to wash her hair while Charl started washing her feet. Marla allowed them to do what they wanted. She closed her eyes and just let herself feel. She knew both Charl and Karlo had gone a little crazy when she’d been taken. She was letting them take control for now because she knew they needed it.

To be honest, she really needed the pampering she was getting. They often knew what she needed even before she did. For the next little while, she planned to go with the flow and let them have their way. She would know when to assert her own will and right now wasn’t the time, not yet. And besides, it felt so good!

When Marla was totally relaxed, Karlo stayed in the tub, sheltering her in his arms, while Charl got out of the tub. He quickly dried off and then went into the bedroom to check that all of his arrangements were in place. He had the hotel send up a pile of extra towels and then he’d taken one of the sheets from the bed in the other room of their suite. The result was a perfect spot for her massage. He didn’t want to jar her with harsh lighting, so he went around the room and lit several more candles.

Before, he had taken the tube of cream and added it to a pot of warm water, which also held the massage oils. He gave a mental thank you to the catering staff at the hotel for providing the warming pan and the small can of Sterno to keep it heated. Once he was certain everything was in place, he returned to the bathroom.

Not willing to break the peace with words, Charl merely nodded to Karlo and he stood with Marla in his arms. Charl had another sheet and he and Karlo quickly wrapped her up. While Karlo got out of the tub and dried off, Charl took Marla into the bedroom and laid her down on the bed.

Marla was warm and sleepy. The air hitting her wet body chilled her for a moment before she was once again wrapped up in strong arms. Neither of the two men spoke. Unwilling to break the silence, she let herself go with the flow, letting her mind float. Charl placed her on the bed as she looked around the room. Once again, the air was scented, and the low light promoted relaxation. She hoped they weren’t going to try to put her to sleep; she had plans. Since neither of the men was putting on clothing, even lounge pants or a towel, she wasn’t too worried.

And since they were both semi-erect, she also started making plans.

Each of the men knelt beside her and uncovered an arm from under the sheet. They started on her hands. She was surprised that being massaged by two men at the same time wasn’t more distracting. Their movements were perfectly mirrored so the sensations blended.

When they reached her shoulders, both men stopped to change from the massage oil they had been using to the tube of ointment from the gift basket. Their touch became much lighter as they worked the ointment into the skin of her chest.

“I’m fine,” she whispered. “The lotion is sending tingles all through me. My skin has become really sensitized. It feels amazing.”

Hearing that, they restarted the massage. When their fingers reached her nipples, she experienced a small orgasm. That was the beginning of a sensual journey. Soon after, another orgasm rolled through her. Moments later, she began to relax from that one. Then came another and then another, like a wave of peaks. She didn’t even try to count them; she tried to concentrate on the feeling. Then she couldn’t concentrate on anything; she could only experience.

Charl and Karlo were amazed and thrilled at Marla’s response to the
Kuan Haddis
. In their language, Nepha, the words meant, “Opening the heavens joyfully.” Marla’s joy was evident and both men reacted strongly, their own erections hardening almost to the point of pain, pre-cum leaking out.

As the massage moved past the junction of her legs and down her thighs, she was able to get a breath. And while she was really, really enjoying their attention, this was their wedding night, too.

When she moved her legs instead of remaining passive, they both stopped immediately. Marla tried to speak and discovered she couldn’t. Her mouth was dry and her heart was racing. She swallowed a couple of times. “Water, can I have some water, please?” she croaked out.

Charl got up and poured her some water from the pitcher he had on the bedside table. After gulping down half the glass, she handed it back to him. Marla waited to speak until he turned back after putting down the glass. She wanted to look into their eyes. She knew they would pay attention to anything she said. They always listened to her. It was one of the things she loved about them. And she did love them both, very much.

“I’m not up to any kind of sexual gymnastics, guys. Still, this is
our
wedding night. So we’re going to have a little more sharing in the orgasm department. I want one of you to make love to me right now. After that, I want the other one to make love to me.” She could see they were about to object. “We either do this my way or you’ll be sleeping on the couch for the next month. I’m not about to tell my children or my grandchildren that I didn’t have the perfect wedding night because of that asshole Jake. Are you going to cooperate?” she asked as she opened her legs