“You did?”
“Yes. I didn’t like them looking at you like they wanted to eat you.”
She frowned. “I was dancing for you…and for myself.”
Heath said, “Good.”
“I wanted to have a talk with Presley Ann Woodworth and her artificially inflated boobs for rubbing on you.”
Cody chuckled and rose from the couch. “Why don’t you help me get that perfume off and make me smell like you instead?”
Spencer chuckled when her jaw dropped and he asked, “Ever had a shower with three men?”
They led her back to the master bathroom, which was thankfully tidy. Heath stood in front of her and untied the little jacket that she wore over her camisole and slid it from her shoulders as she looked from one to the other of them. He kissed her shoulder and said, “Sorry we don’t have scented candles to light in here yet. I’d like to be able to set the mood for you.”
She lifted her arms as Spencer raised the hem on the silky red camisole from behind her and she said, “That’d be nice but just so you know, you’ve already set the mood for me. I was once engaged to someone who would do that—”
“Do what?”
“The scented candles, soft mood music, wine, and all the other nice romantic elements but it’s rather disappointing to build a girl up like that and then be done in ten minutes tops, beginning to end.”
Spencer saw the look on Cody’s face and when their eyes met in the mirror, he knew they were on the same page. Cody said, “I can’t wait to show you how we do things, baby. The past is going to seem like a really lame memory…soon.” He ended his sentence with a growl as Heath went about unzipping her jeans and removing them like a man on a mission.
Her breasts bobbed and jiggled in her sexy red lace bra as she stepped from the jeans and Spencer groaned as he slid his hands over her firm waist and abdomen. That tanned terrain was the stuff of fantasies.
Steam rose from the shower, fogging the mirror as the three of them surrounded her. She reached behind her and unclasped the bra and let Heath slide the straps from her shoulders and lay the garment with her other clothing.
Even his fantasies didn’t do Maizy justice. Her breasts, her waist, her hips…she was a goddess.
She hissed softly as Cody stroked downward from her throat to between her glorious breasts and he whispered, “You don’t know how much…”
Heath caught Spencer’s gaze and grinned. Cody Welsh rendered speechless was a rare beast.
Maizy hooked the red lace waistband of her thong and slid it down her thighs until it dropped to the floor, revealing the neat thatch of black curls at the apex of her thighs.
She shuddered and her eyelids slid closed as she breathed deep. Spencer slid his fingertips up her arms and did his best to ignore the shaft growing increasingly harder at his groin. He’d spent a lot of years being led around by his libido but he was determined to be different with Maizy.
He tugged the black shirt over his head, toed his boots off, and removed the leathers and knit boxers while Heath and Cody did the same. Her pulse jumped at the base of her throat and her breathing sped up as she watched. Her eyes flared as she took in the sight of each of them completely naked. She looked back at Spencer and lowered her gaze, seeming suddenly shy.
Spencer leaned forward and whispered, “You looked fine in that outfit, baby, but I like you even better out of it. We can talk more, later.”
He stepped into the tiled enclosure and held out his hand.
Chapter Ten
Inside the shower, Maizy felt surrounded by them. Encapsulated. Secure. Why that thought made her heart pound instead of calming it confused her. The warm water raining down on the men released their unique scents into the steamy air, combining them, intoxicating her. Her body responded, her nipples hardening and her pussy pooling with liquid heat. They looked down at her, all three of them, motionless as though they were waiting for her signal. Her breasts felt heavy as they rose and fell with her breathing.
In a soft voice, Cody said, “Can I get your hair wet?”
Maizy nodded. “Yes, but you’ll regret it.”
Cody took the shower massager from its bracket on the wall and set the sprayer on a soft, steady spray. As he held it to her head and smoothed her hair down and soaked it he said, “Why do you say that?”
“When it dries, it’ll go wild. I have to work with it to settle it down. But I don’t mind it if you don’t.”
Cody smiled at her as he squeezed the water through it. “I think I’d like to see it wild.”
“So would I,” Heath said as he took down the shampoo and squeezed a generous amount into his hand. The herbal scent combined with theirs and she took in a deep breath, noting the way her throat and the muscles in her chest trembled with nerves…or excitement, she wasn’t sure which.