“I’m not used to this much…activity…in one night, but I think, for you and Samson, I might just become a nymphomaniac,” she said.
Ivan chuckled, and then a deep voice from across the darkened room said, “Sweetest words I’ve ever heard, chiquita.”
Chapter Fourteen
Samson suppressed his chuckle when Cassie’s head lifted off of his brother’s chest and swung around in his direction, lashing his brother in the face with the curtain of her long dark hair.
“Samson?” she squeaked happily. Adorable.
“Mmm-hmm,” he murmured as he crossed his ankle over his knee where he sat in her occasional chair in the corner, the perfect spot for watching the two of them fuck. He was so hard he had to shift a little to adjust his erection. Her breath rate increased, and she looked back at Ivan before sitting up. Suddenly a moan came from her lips, not the sexy kind, and he got up and went across to the bed.
“You all right?” he asked as he stroked her shoulder.
She smiled up at him. “Hi. I’m stuck.”
Ivan’s chest rumbled as he rested his head on his crossed forearms. “Why thank you, baby.”
She thumped Ivan on the chest and giggled. “You’re pretty large but don’t go getting a big head about it.”
“If you keep squeezing me while you’re giggling I won’t have much say in the matter. Although two rounds in one night is a rare thing for me. I don’t think I’m up for a third.”
“Always a joker,” Samson said as he reached out to help her.
She hissed as she rose up. “Charlie horse! And my knees won’t obey me.”
They lifted her off of Ivan, and Samson clucked sympathetically at her sounds of discomfort as he curled her into his lap. Her flesh was hot and tender where she’d been lying against Ivan and cool to the touch where she’d been exposed to the night air. He sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed her upper calf muscles until the knots loosened.
“Oh,” she whispered with a soft moan of enjoyment as she snuggled close and wrapped her arms around him. “You came.”
So did you, luscious, and I’m glad I didn’t miss it. “Yes. Are you all right?” he asked as he caressed her knees.
She nodded and then cringed as she straightened each knee out and flexed her foot. He winced when one of her knees crackled a little with the movement. “I won’t be falling asleep in that position again. I’m not sure what was more stiff, my hips or my knees.” She wiggled her butt against his groin and then murmured, “Or maybe you’re stiffer.”
“Careful,” he said as he stilled her movements and rubbed her knees. “Have you ever gone for a massage?”
“No, there’s never time. I usually just take a warm bath with Epsom salts.”
“I don’t like to see you in pain. A regular massage might help your flexibility.”
“I thought sadists liked that sort of thing.”
“To see you hurt like this? No. Now, if I was the one massaging you and went nice and deep and made you moan, that I might enjoy a whole lot.”
“Pervert,” his brother growled with amusement in his voice as he rolled to his side to watch them. He patted her thigh as she stretched it out and flexed her knee and rolled her ankle. “Next time I’ll make sure you’re in a comfortable position when you fall asleep.”
She leaned down to peck Ivan and then turned back to him. “How long have you been here?”
“About a half-hour. I got here while you were sleeping.”
“Oh gosh, was I snoring?” She put her hand to her cheek. “Or drooling?”
Samson squeezed her, amused by her unnecessary worry. “You were purring softly, that’s all. It was sweet.”
“Sweet?” she asked him with dismay in her eyes. She turned to look at Ivan. “Did you know he was here the whole time?”
Ivan glanced at him, and then grinned at her and nodded. Samson could read his brother’s mood in his relaxed expression and posture. Their time together had been good, evidently.
Samson gently massaged her calf muscle as she flexed it and kissed her bare shoulder. “I enjoyed watching the two of you together.” More than he had with any other voyeurism scene. “And I’m glad I decided to come over after work.”
Turning to him, she put her hands on his bearded cheeks and peered at him. “You are? It didn’t bother you to watch us…make love?”
Samson leaned closer and kissed her throat and upward to her cheek and temple. “Not at all. This is about the three of us—together. Sharing. I can smell his scent on your skin. That doesn’t bother me either.” She held on to his shoulders and didn’t slam her thighs closed when his hand slid up between them. No, in fact, she spread them farther apart, giving him full access to her hot, silky cunt. “You’re in the mood for more loving, aren’t you?”