"Have a good visit with your friend?" Seth asked.
"Yes, thank you." I shifted a little, but didn't cover myself. It was too late to play coy. "Do you have your assignment? Are you leaving me to chase him down?"
Landon squatted down by the tub, but his hands on the rim. His gaze never met mine, instead taking in my body, my breasts floating in the water. My nipples were just above the surface and he seemed entranced.
"What criminal?" he responded vaguely. "My mind has wandered … elsewhere."
"The meeting?" I reminded him, although his playful mood had me smiling.
He frowned. "Yes, the meeting. Turns out, our criminal isn't a he, but a she."
Not a-
I made a sound in my throat, something akin to a whimper, and Landon looked up.
He grinned a little sheepishly. "I love your breasts."
He thought I was bothered by his over eager attentions, when in fact I was stunned by his revelation. How many female criminals could there be?
"A woman?" I asked, intentionally trying to keep my tone even.
He nodded absently. "Bank robber. We would have been here sooner, but she struck the bank in town and we had to investigate."
Seth came around to the other side of the tub and knelt beside it, glared at Landon. "I'm the one who likes breasts."
"Gentlemen, I have two," I offered. It was a blatant statement, but humorous. They were like two little boys fighting over a toy.
They took my words as invitation, each cupping one in a hand.
I leaned back, closed my eyes, licked my lips and enjoyed their exploration.
"The Black Widow-that's what she calls herself-has struck four banks now. We will need to travel to each one to investigate," Landon added while he continued to play. It was play because his thumb slid back and forth over my nipple and it hardened automatically.
I did not call myself that ridiculous moniker. One of the tellers came up with it.
"She cleaned them right out," Seth replied.
I stilled at that tidbit of news, opened my eyes. "She did? That would be awfully heavy," I replied, then bit my lip. I didn't need to give them any direction on this because it would lead directly to me.
"That's a valid point," Landon said. "I hadn't thought of that, how she'd carry all that money out of the building, but you, sweetheart, give a woman's perspective."
"Is that what you were told?" I asked. I knew I shouldn't, but I had to know.
"Yes," Seth offered. "Mr. Rollins, the bank owner, said she took all the money that wasn't in the safe."
"But that's not-" I bit my lip harder this time. Mr. Rollins was not only a cheat, but a liar, too. I had only taken a specific amount so that all three of us received the recompense we deserved. Not a penny more. What was Mr. Rollins doing? Hiding the remainder of the money for himself or was he telling the lie to US Marshals so they had more inclination to bring me to justice? Either way, I hated Mr. Rollins. Any doubts about committing the robberies vanished.
"What, sweetheart?" Seth asked.
I had to redirect them. I'd said too much. "How … how did you become US Marshals?"
Their hands fell away. "You want to ask us that now?" Landon asked, one pale brow arched up beneath the fair hair that curled over his forehead.
I sat up in the tub, water sloshing up and almost over the side. "You are telling me about a criminal while you play with my nipples," I countered. "Besides, I know nothing of you."
Seth stood up, leaned down and scooped me up, unbothered that his shirt became immediately soaked. I pounded on his chest. "Seth! What are you doing?"
He carried me to the bed, laid me down. Goose bumps spread across my wet skin, but Landon was there with a bathing towel to dry me. He was very thorough in his efforts as he spoke. "We know that you have a little mole on the inside of your right thigh. We know you like it when we lick your pussy. We know you like it when we brush a finger very gently over that virgin ass."
He continued on with the things they knew about me, that they'd discovered the night before. By the time he was done, I was wet all over again, this time between my legs.
"A marriage needs to be based on more than that. Although that is a good start," I admitted, smiling lazily. He'd certainly wiped away all my worries along with the bath water.
"We will tell you all about ourselves, once we've had you again," Seth promised as he shucked his shirt. I was curious about them, but I didn't mind the delay in learning more one bit. "It's been far too long."
I wasn't going to argue with a man who was taking his clothes off. I especially wasn't going to argue with two men doing it. When they were beautifully bare, their cocks erect and pointing directly at me, I couldn't help but ogle.
"What do you want, sweetheart?" Landon asked.
"You."
It was the truth. Ridiculously enough, I wanted them. Wanted to be theirs. Wanted their very focused attentions on me. Yes, we hardly knew each other but I wanted to learn more. I wanted to know everything. I was done with my nefarious ways. No more robberies. Just husbands and hopefully babies.
Landon shook his head. "What do you want?" he repeated, his hand going to grip the base of his cock in a tight hold, then stroking up the thick length. The act was dark and carnal and him doing it so blatantly, without any shame, only made it seem more intimate, as if it was just for me.
I'd made him that way. Hard and eager, so needy he had to take himself in hand.
"I don't know," I replied. I sat up so I could brush my fingers over each of their cocks, watch as they grew impossibly bigger from the simple gesture. "I am no virgin, but I admit, with you two, I feel quite the innocent."
"What was the wickedest thing we did last night, sweetheart?" Seth asked, arching his back so more of his cock was in my palm. "Grip it. Harder."
I did and he hissed. Landon dropped his hand and let me take over. I began to stroke them both, biting my lip as I did so. These two big men, strong enough to do me all kinds of harm, were reduced to their basest urges at my control. In this moment, I had all the power and I reveled in it.
"What did we do that you liked the most, yet was completely unexpected?" My hands stilled at Landon's question. "Don't stop. Don't think. Just answer."
Seth's words were deeper, rougher. His hands were in tight fists at his sides as if he was restraining himself. Oh my, I did want him to give up that tiny thread of control and just take me however he wanted. I'd never thought I'd like the idea of being overpowered, but … mmm.
I knew exactly what it was, but I could do nothing but flush at the thought of mentioning it.
"That wild?" Landon asked, seeing the obvious reaction.
I nodded.
"Wilder than stroking your men and having their seed spurt all over your bare breasts?"
I gasped, his words so bold and crude. I wasn't appalled. I was aroused and that was what surprised me.
I dropped my hands and Seth groaned. "Tell us, sweetheart."
Licking my dry lips, I glanced at Landon's dark gaze, Seth's almost playful one.
"I liked it … I liked it when you touched me. There."
"There?" Landon asked. He would give no quarter. "Your ass?"
I nodded, my face even hotter than seconds before.
"Say it."
"I liked it when you touched-" I took a deep breath, let it out. "-when you touched my ass."
Both men grinned and Landon pulled me to him for a kiss, his cock pressing into my belly, our knees bumping on the bed. "Are you wet for us?"
I nodded.
"Good girl." He settled back on his heels and I looked down at his cock. It was a plum color, so swollen the skin had felt hot and tight. "Then climb on. Take me for a ride."
I went up on my knees and moved even closer, hovering over his cock as his hands went around my back. I felt the flared head of it slip over my slick folds. I was wet. So very wet.
Meeting his dark gaze, I saw the heat there. The need, and it was all for me. Not looking away, I lowered myself, taking him deep. Deeper still. "Oh my."
Once he was in all the way, I sat upon his thighs. Even after the way they were all over me the night before, I needed time to adjust, my inner walls stretching to make room. He wasn't small. Neither was Seth. But Landon was patient, one hand supporting me, the other stroking my back. There wasn't a question of when I would start to move. I just did. I needed to.
"That's it. Make yourself feel good."
I watched him for a bit, but I couldn't keep my eyes open. The feel of him, the way he was able to go so deep, rub over new places inside, had my lids falling closed. I moved, shifted, circled, rode his cock with abandon, chasing the pleasure he was giving me. No, I was taking.