James stopped her. “Let us.”
The room grew warmer by several degrees at his assertive tone. She nodded and waited.
James kneeled in front of her and looked into her eyes as he slid the pump off. He lowered her foot and lifted the other one. The way his brows furrowed told her he’d seen the bandages on her knees.
“You really did a number on your knees, didn’t you?” He removed her other shoe and then gently pulled the adhesive strips from her knees. “I’ll fix them up for you after the bath.”
She glanced up at Vincent, wondering if he had something to say, but he simply watched her face. “We like taking care of the woman we care about, doll.”
“So I see,” she murmured as James stood and then the two of them crowded around her. Moments later, her sensible skirt and blouse fell into a puddle around her bare feet. And she remembered that she’d worn granny gear that morning.
Damn it!
Her high-waisted panties and completely opaque unsexy bra didn’t seem to deter them or draw any reaction at all. The ghost of a smile etched itself on Vincent’s lips as he brushed his fingertips over the upper swell of her abundant breasts. James pressed kisses to her shoulder while skimming his palm across her rounded abdomen, hooking his fingers in the waistband of her panties to tug them down. Her breath left her in a rush and they both turned their hot green gazes to her. She couldn’t hear the sound of water running into the tub, her pulse was so loud.
“You okay, fluff?” Vincent asked, while his eyes said he knew what was going through her mind. “You’re beautiful, did you know that?”
She smiled but shook her head.
“You are,” James whispered, conviction in his husky voice, as he slid his fingertips back across her abdomen, just barely above her mound, setting off a tremor that shook her whole body. “Lush, petite, and beautiful.”
“Let’s get you in the tub,” Vincent said, deftly unclasping her bra but leaving it to her to remove. She slid the straps free from her shoulders, and as they both watched, she removed the discreet covering. A half smile curved Vincent’s lips as he flicked a quick, approving glance at her and then caressed the underside of one breast. He opened his hand and it nearly overflowed his cupped palm.
James leaned down and kissed her other breast, just above the nipple, inhaling deeply as his fingers skimmed down past her hips. “Sweet as honey, and beautiful as I always imagined.” The proximity of his hand to her pussy set off more tremors and her juices pooled between her lips which felt swollen, hot, and needy.
They helped her into the tub and she settled down, enjoying the sensation as the hot bathwater licked at her oversensitive breasts. Vincent pressed the button on the inside edge and the whirlpool jets came to life, creating foam on the surface of the water. She couldn’t look away as they undressed, despite the little voice that told her she shouldn’t gawk. The need to see them was greater.
James pulled the knit shirt over his head, revealing his knotted, muscular upper body. He folded the shirt loosely and tossed it onto the bathroom counter. When he turned, he caught her gazing at him and a small smile curved his full lips as he undid the button and zipper on his jeans.
Vincent removed his button-down shirt and walked over to the tub as he unfastened the fly on his jeans. He turned the water off and said, “Don’t want the tub overflowing.” The beginning of a giggle started in her throat and she smiled at him, realizing she’d been so busy watching them she might not have noticed if the water was running onto the floor.
She drew in a deep, anticipatory breath as James removed his jeans and boxers. When he stood, his cock was fully erect. Long, thick, and ruddy. He closed his eyes as he stroked a hand over it and she was stunned by how viscerally her own body reacted to him doing that. His cheeks were a little flushed and he looked as on edge as she felt.
He handed her the glass of wine she’d set down earlier. She took a sip and backed away as he sat on the edge and lowered himself into the tub. The water sloshed around her, teasing her nipples and pussy with the changing currents as he settled.
Vincent turned his back as he put the shirt in the hamper and she noticed the full tribal tattoo that covered his back. The black ink was vibrant, rippling with his musculature as he slid his fingers into his jeans and underwear and removed them both, revealing his tight, muscular butt. A breath left her and she felt a flush spread over her body as he turned to her, revealing his thick cock, rising tall and proud from a nest of curling dark hair at his groin. They were both enormous.
His bedroom eyes were glowing as he climbed in. Between the two of them, they consumed all the space in the tub, leaving her nowhere to go but to them.