“You like?” she asked in a sultry whisper as they both stared at her, lustful heat glittering in their eyes. She’d nearly gone with basic white pumps but Grace had stopped her and challenged her to be adventurous. The dress was so simple. It begged for a dramatic pump. The moment she set eyes on the white satin-rose-embellished platform pumps she knew they were the ones. Wearing them with just lingerie made her feel decadent and sexy.
Vincent let out a breath and whispered, “Yes.”
Leah giggled softly, one shoulder scrunching up as she turned her back on them and sauntered to the bed. “I’m happy to hear that because I had a special boudoir portrait made for you in this exact outfit.”
Their jaws dropped and Vincent said, “You did not.”
She winked at him over her shoulder and nodded. “Oh, but I did.”
Thank you, Grace!
“Could someone help me with the garters?” she asked as she climbed onto the edge of the bed, arching her back and wiggling her butt just a little to entice them closer.
The men smiled, and elbowed each other trying to get to her faster as she giggled at their antics. “So eager.”
“How could we not be, fluff?” Vincent asked as she looked up at him beside her. He’d never quit calling her by his brother’s endearment for her and somehow over time, it’d become his.
James sent gooseflesh racing along her back as he slid his hand down the back of her thigh and undid the first garter. He kissed her shoulder and said, “You amaze us, honey.”
“It’s just because you’ve never really seen me in lingerie.”
Vincent slowly shook his head as he slid loose the garter at the back of her other thigh and fiddled with the one in front. “I know you think that but it’s so much more. You’re ours, Leah. Ours. I never want to let you go, fluff.”
The back of the bustier came loose as James freed the hooks from their loops. Vincent slipped each shoe from her foot and then helped her out of the white lace G-string that matched the bustier.
“Somehow I thought you’d want to make love to me with the lingerie and shoes on.”
James gave a definitive shake of his head. “We love it, make no mistake about that. But we want the woman beneath it all.”
“He’s right, fluff. We want to see you in this lingerie again but it’s you that we want.”
“White. I don’t know,” she said, the practical side of her questioning where she’d ever wear those shoes again. “The shoes, at least, are impractical.”
Vincent said, “I’ll take that as a challenge, fluff. I’ll bet one of the girls can take me shopping just so we can see you in them again. They make your legs look so damned sexy. I’m hard as a rock just looking at you kneeling on the bed in them with that luscious ass on display. You let us worry about that. For now, we want you naked.”
The sensual ensemble came off, one piece at a time, and they tantalized her every step of the way.
James turned off the lamp on the bedside table so the only light was from the candles set out around the room. Vincent stroked her shoulder with one hand, while feathering his fingers through the brown curls drifting around her shoulders. He pulled back and gazed into her eyes as he said, “I’ve loved you a long time. I’m so glad you trusted us.”
“I’m sorry it took so long to trust you, Vincent. I love you, too. I almost can’t believe we’re here.”
“You’re ours, honey,” James whispered as he climbed onto the bed with them and slid a warm hand over her other shoulder and down her bare back to her ass. His touch was gentle, so much like him, and her eyes tingled with unshed tears.
“I love you, James. If you hadn’t come to get me that night at the store I’d still be so…broken. You couldn’t have convinced me back then I’d ever be happy again, stuck in the same old pattern of pain and nightmares. This is my dream come true.” She looked down at her hands, resting on their arms, and the wedding bands sparkling on her left hand.
Vincent tipped up her chin and they both gazed at her as he said, “He’s with us, fluff. I know he is. He wouldn’t want you dwelling on what causes you pain and what likely always will. He loved you and wanted you happy.”
Her lips trembled as she nodded and whispered, “I’m so happy. He’ll always be part of our love.”
James stroked the backs of his fingers on the undersides of her breasts, drawing a shudder from her and said, “We wouldn’t have it any other way. Let us make love to you together?”
She smiled and sniffled as the tears subsided and nodded. “I hoped you would.”